The west hall had been spared from the ST blast. John rounded the corner quickly, nearly colliding with Vera's body leaning against the wall. She stood propped up against the wall, leaning over toward the ground. Her second hair tied had been removed, used to secure the ST to the canister, causing a curtain of white to block her face from his sight. Her right arm was still wrapped against her body, while her right was pressed against the wall for support. The lacerations had reopened with those on her back, sending small trails down the wall.
"You have an unbelievable talent for ignoring orders and nearly getting yourself killed. You know that?" John said.
Vera chuckled breathlessly. "Spas tebe zhizn' kazhdyy raz. Pozhaluysta."
"Could've infected yourself with that vial." he replied.
"Imel provesti yego vyshe utechki. Net infektsiya ." she replied.
John heard the shallow breathing. "Vera?"
"Yeshche zhivy " Her violet brown eyes peeked through the curtain of white, but only half-open. Her voilce was barely above a whisper, her skin glistened with sweat, and her breathing grew worse."... yedva li."
Concern flooded him instantly. He placed a handover her face. Her skin was cold as ice. Vera pushed his hand from her face, but failed to do so. Weakness, cold to the touch, shallow breathing, too disoriented to even speak English now. She had lost too much blood and now it was beginning to effect her.
"Shit." John muttered. He hooked his arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms. He moved quickly down the hall toward the surface elevator.
Vera moaned as she leaned in his arm. "Chto ty delayesh'?"
"We need to get you topside." he explained. He stepped inside the elevator. The doors slid closed in front of him and began rising toward the surface. John kept his eyes on Vera the entire ride, watching her half closed eyes stare at the far wall. Her head lay against his shoulder, breathing shallowly. She wasn't going to last much longer. "Skeet, Sam do you copy?"
Silence followed.
Vera's eyes grew wide.
"Skeet, Sam, do you copy?" he repeated.
Still nothing. They should have made it to the surface before them without any issue. Even a mile below the surface, Skeet should be picking up on the comms.
"Ne khoroshiy znak." she muttered.
John shook his head. "No. It's not." He carefully set Vera on her feet and pulled her pistol from the back of her pants. He checked the mag level. Juts as he slammed the mag back into the gun, John realized that the gun was a Ruger 1911. Stainless steel frame with a 9mm bullet. 9mms were typical size for a service issue, but Ruger's were non service issued weapons. How in the hell did Vera find herself in possession of one. John looked down at Vera. "Where did you get this?"
Vera lifted her head and took in the gun's sight. "Ot katalke."
John sighed heavily. "Hazard. Had to be his."
"No vy ne mozhete prinyat' , ne yavlyayushchiyesya uslug vydano oruzhiye na opt ." she continued.
"Unless everyone knew about it." John countered. Every personnel member they had seen had been working for Taylor. No one would have reported a non issue weapon when they were under the same orders that Hazard and Bio were. An extra pistol was nothing new. "No one was going to turn them in for it. Even if one of the team saw it, they would've been killed before saying anything."
"Net Obshchaya deystviya pod voyennyye zakazy ne pozvolit nesanktsionirovannykh oruzhiya." Vera replied.
"No General authorizes the use of jamming devices for a recon mission during a military opt." John stated. They'd been screwed from the start, now they finally saw just how screwed. They were never sent on military orders. That was just a ploy to kill them all. A.W.O.L. and mutinous insurrection was a death sentence in the core. And everything they'd done was a sheer sign of it.
Vera seemed to have come to the same conclusion. "Teylor ne deystvoval pod voyennyye zakazy."
John shook his head. He gripped the gun tightly in his hands. Taylor played them from the start. John felt the elevator come to a stop. He shoved Vera from the doors as they slowly opened. Time moved in slow motion as the doors opened to reveal an armed squad waiting. John opened fired the moment he had a clean shot. One man went down, but the others remained and the opened fire. In an instant, the Nevada sky was filled with the sound of M 17 automatic fire. Bullets slammed into John's body and through the back of the elevator. John's body jerked with each impact. The Ruger felt from his grasp onto the floor. Vera sat on the floor, covering her hears in terror. She watched, horrified, as John collapsed onto the floor of the surface elevator.
"John!" she screamed. She crawled across the elevator toward him. She grabbed the gun that lay beside his hand and turned on the soldiers outside.
A group of four soldiers approached the elevator. One stepped inside, just as Vera turned around. He picked the gun from her hand and slammed his rifle end into her head. Vera's head snapped to the side, blood spilling from her mouth from the impact of the rifle. She slammed into the wall beside her. The soldier took hold of Vera by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Vera cried out, trying to free herself form the soldier's grasp. He jerked her out of the elevator, leaving the other three soldiers outside the elevator with their weapons on John.
Vera watched horrified as the elevator doors closed around John. The elevator dropped beneath the surface. The ground shook at the bombs detonation. Her blood turned to ice. Even with C24 an ST could do enough damage to him, it could even kill him if it was close enough to his head or heart. Realistically, John had to be dead now.
"What a waste." came a voice from behind.
The soldier turned Vera from the elevator. Three hummers were parked in formation around the elevator entrance some thirty yards away. The soldiers were lined up in front. Sam and Skeet were on their knees near the center of the semicircle formation, their hands above their heads. Skeet had a bloody gash on his forehead that left a trail of blood running down his face. Sam's lip had been split, leaving a trail down her chin. Standing at the center of the formation, wearing a dark grey uniform, nearly identical to standard service issue uniforms, was General Taylor. He looked very much like the grunts he'd sent with him. His dark, short hair didn't have a hint of grey yet. His face was young, but still showed the evidence of time served. He stood tall with his hands on his hips. An M17 was secured behind his back and a Beretta 92 FS on his thigh. His cold, grey eyes fell to Vera.
"Why am I not surprised?" he asked.
The soldier pushed Vera in front of Taylor and kicked out her knees. Vera grunted and dropped to her knees.
"I shouldn't be surprise, I guess." Taylor continued. He slowly walked around her. "After all, Russian's are very difficult to kill. You in particular, Dimitrov."
"Poshel na khuy ." she spat.
Taylor slammed his foot into Vera's back and shoved her to the ground. Vera cried out as she landed on her broken arm. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. "Don't tempt me." He jerked her head back toward the ground and removed his foot from her back. "Where is it?"
Vera groaned and pushed herself up onto her knees again. She bit her lip, trying to keep back another cry. Both of her arms throbbed like a bitch. Her vision was dancing around her. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. If Taylor didn't kill her quickly, she would pass out from her own injuries, or die from them before he killed her.
Taylor grabbed her right arm and jerked it free from the bandages. Vera scream as her arm was engulfed in fire. Taylor pulled her arm behind her back, separating the fractured bones further. Vera reached with her left arm, trying to pull Taylor's hand from her, but she could reached. He pulled back further, forcing Vera to bend toward the ground. tears blurred her vision and fell onto the desert earth. Vera kept screaming, trying unsuccessfully to free herself from Taylor's grip.
"Stop!" Sam screamed.
One of the surrounding soldiers kicked Sam in the back, shutting her up.
"Where is the vial?" Taylor demanded.
Vera bit her lip. She wouldn't give in. Not to this bastard. His grip tightened. Vera felt another fracture snap in her arm. She bit her lip hard enough it bled down her chin.
Suddenly Taylor released her arm. Vera brought her arm back in front of her body. Several points along her arm were distended from the fractures nearly puncturing the skin. Her fingers trembled from the shock. Vera exhaled deeply, praying the pain would subside soon. Taylor stepped around to Vera right. She looked up at him, meeting his cold gaze. Taylor spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick to Vera's face. Vera tumbled onto the ground, coughing blood.
Taylor knelt down on the ground beside Vera's face. "Where is it?"
Vera spat at Taylor, sending a wad a blood over his face.
Taylor set his jaw and wiped the blood from his face. He stood and retrieved his Beretta. Taylor fired into Vera's left knees. The bullet ripped through the knee, sending her into a screaming fit. He slipped his gun back into its holster and watched Vera writhe on the ground.
"Vera!" Sam screamed.
"You son of a bitch!" Skeet shouted.
Taylor lifted his foot and stepped on Vera's knee. Vera screamed louder and tried to pull her leg fro Taylor's foot. Taylor stomped down. The sound of bones breaking echoed through the air, following by Vera's blood curdling scream. But amidst the bones breaking and Vera screaming, there was a metallic sound that caught Taylor's attention. He looked down at Vera's leg, noticing the slight bulge in one of her leg pockets. He nudged the bulged, causing the clinking sound once more. Taylor smiled and knelt down beside Vera. He reached into her pocket and pulled out a single vial. Taylor chuckled and stood up. "I always wondered if, maybe, rigging your transport was a tad reckless. But you didn't disappoint me, Dimitrov. I knew if Grimm didn't deliver, it would've been you. Now, let's see if Doctor Carmack delivered as well. Simpson!"
Simpson stepped forward. Skeet recognized him as the uniformed putts that had initially met the team in the facility. He carried a single syringe in his hand. He took the vial from Taylor and slipped the syringe into the canister. "Withdrawing fifteen milliliters." Simpson extracted the syringe and brought it to Taylor's neck. "Injecting now."
"I suppose you're wondering how I managed so many volunteers for this project." Taylor said. "It was simple really, once they knew what was waiting for them here."
"And what the hells that?" Skeet demanded. The barrel of a rifle pressed harder against his skull. Nothing could be as easy as what Taylor was suggesting, nothing.
"Unlimited potential." Taylor answered. "Imagine having to live without threat of diseases. To go into combat knowing you'll survive. To fight for your country without the threat of injury. To be invulnerable."
"You have no idea what you're getting into." Sam replied.
"I think I do, Doctor Grimm." Taylor replied.
Vera starting laughing on the ground. She coughed violently, pitting more blood, but still laughed. Sam watched with uncertainty. Skeet simply looked at the girl like she was insane. Taylor had finally gotten hold of the vial, why the hell was she laughing.
"Care to share, Dimitrov?" Taylor asked as Simpson removed the needle.
Vera looked up from the ground. "Tainted, General."
Simpson frowned and took a closer look at the container. "Oh shit."
Taylor cringed as the serum sped through his body.
Vera laughed again. "Ty pokoynik , general."
Taylor screamed as his body began to mutate. He collapsed onto the ground. His body began bulging beneath his clothes until the fabric pulled apart at the threads. Taylors skin became a dark shade a of red mixed with black. His cries of pain mutated into monstrous roars, echoing through the Nevada air. His hair fell from his skull as the skin on his head stretched apart. His teeth grew long and sharp. Blood dripped from his lips and onto the ground, covering the earth with black droplets. Taylor rose from the ground, roaring into the night as his mutation ended.
All around him, his grunts watched horrified as their commander mutated before their eyes. Sam, Skeet, and Vera watched horrified at Taylor's mutation. Vera struggled to crawl away from Taylor.
Taylor looked around the area. His eyes had widened, but merged inside his skull, creating massive black voids. his arms had elongated, nearly touching the earth. Massive claws stretched from his fingers. His elbows struck out from his arm at a disturbing angle and were curved inward. He look toward Simpson, who still remained beside his general.
"Sir?" Simpson asked.
Taylor roared loudly and sunk his teeth into Simpson's neck. Simpson cried out and tried to get away, but Taylor held him firm. Vera froze when she saw Taylor's tongue attaching itself to Simpson's neck. He was infecting! All around the soldier's opened fire on Taylor. Taylor shirked, detaching his tongue from his mouth, and attacked.
"Call for air support!" someone yelled.
Skeet sprinted across the field to Vera. he grabbed her arm and heaved her up to her feet. Vera groaned in pain, but moved with Skeet. Sam rushed up and grabbed Vera's other arm. They moved around to the back of the hummers and eased her to the ground. Vera leaned against the hummer's tires and exhaled deeply.
"Bet these guys are wishin' they stayed home." Skeet said.
Sam nodded. "No doubt."
"Air support ten minutes out!" someone called.
All around them gunfire and screams filled the night. The sound of bodies being ripped apart and blood spilling across the earth echoed all around. Skeet looked around the corner. Taylor had one of his men in his mouth and was in the process of ripping the soldier's head from its body. On the ground though, Skeet spotted the discarded weapons.
"You two stay down." He ordered.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, but Skeet was already moving.
Skeet burst from around the hummer and sprinted for the closest weapon. He dove to the ground, trying to avoid Taylor's sight. He ducked beside a soldier who had been ripped into four pieces. The strap of his M17 rifle was still around his severed torso and still in his hand. Skeet pried the rifle out of the dead man's grasp and slung the strap. He grabbed the Ruger pistol and slipped it into his holster. Picking up another discarded M17, Skeet stood up and opened fire on Taylor.
Taylor had already gone through four men and was working on his fifth. He growled and hurled the body at Skeet. The force of the weight threw Skeet to the ground, slamming his head to the ground. The desert danced around him. A searing pain surged through his right arm and shoulder. The screams filled the air, urging him to move. Suddenly Taylor's distorted face appeared over him. Skeet tried to raise his arm, only to realize his right arm with in Taylor's mouth, with the M17. Taylor raised his claw and raked them over Skeet's face, slicing him and the arteries. Skeet spasmed for several seconds as the blood burst from the deep lacerations, before finally dying.
Sam closed her eyes tight and moved around to Vera's side. She looked over at Vera, who could tell that Skeet wasn't coming back. The cries were dying one by one around them, but Taylor wasn't. They didn't stand a chance against him, not weaponless, and certainly not in Vera's current condition.
Vera nudged Sam's arm. "Zapustite."
Sam frowned. "What?"
Vera gestured to the hummer. "Idi, begi!"
Sam realized what she was saying. She shook her head. "I'm not leaving you here."
Suddenly the screaming stopped. The area was deathly silent. Sam and Vera stared at each other, each one mirroring the others fearful look. They could hear Taylor grunting out of sight. Vera gestured under the hummer and Sam nodded. She quietly crawled around Vera and underneath the hummer. Vera followed after her, easing her battered body beneath the vehicle. They lay on the ground, staring out at the bloody carnage that had covered the earth. Weapons, men, and what remained of men lay strewn across the field. Vera spotted Skeet's severed face several yards from them. Some men were intact, baring the infected wounds on their necks. In a matter of hours there would be more infected walking the field, all infecting with the same serum Vera had fucked up. And there was no one to stop them.
"What do we do?" Sam whispered.
Vera shook her head. For the first time in her life, she had no idea. She turned her head, surveying the field further. She hadn't seen any sign of Taylor since the screams stopped. Had he moved on already toward a populated area? If he had, the entire world was screwed.
Suddenly the silence was ended but an earsplitting shriek. Sam and Vera cringed and covered their ears. The shrieks pitch intensified, as did the pain in their ears. Louder and louder it became, reverberating through their bodies. Sam screamed in agony, begging for the shriek to stop. Vera pressed her head against the ground and cover her ears as best she could. She could feel the sound piercing every nerve of her boy, rattling her broken bones, and shaking the nerves of her system.
As suddenly as the shriek began, it ended. Their ears rang painfully from the shriek as they lowered their hand, both women breathing heavily. The hummer above was throw from them suddenly, leaving them exposed as Taylor stood over them. Taylor growled and opened his mouth. Vera kicked out at Sam, urging her to move. Taylor swung his claws at them, only to hit the empty earth. Sam and Vera rolled in opposite directions, out of Taylor's reach. Taylor growled and turned toward Sam. He stalked toward the Doctor, grunting with each step. Vera quickly scanned the area for the closest weapon. If Taylor got to Sam she was a goner. She found a M17 nearby and scrambled after it, all the while, keeping her eyes on Sam's retreating form. the rifle came in contact with her hand. Vera lifted the rifle and braced herself for a kickback. She opened fire at Taylor, hitting him in the back.
Taylor stopped and turned toward her. Vera suddenly felt her heart plummet into her chest as Taylor stared at her before. he growled loudly and charged her. Vera started moving, but it wasn't enough. Taylor opened his mouth again and let out the earsplitting shriek. The air was immediately filled with the shriek once more, only stronger now. Vera quickly covered her ears, but the sound was already tearing her apart. She screamed as the shriek shook her entire body. The blood vessels in her body trembled violently from the sound. Her brain throbbed within her skull. Her heart fluttered against its normal beat. Taylor was killing her from the inside out. Vera let out a blood curdling scream that was drowned out by Taylor's. Her eardrums finally ruptured under the pressure, ceasing the shriek completely.
Vera slowly lowered her hand and opened her eyes. She could see Sam stand forty yards off, firing one of the M17s at Taylor. Sam was screaming at her, Vera could tell, but she couldn't hear anything but the beating of her own heart. Vera turned toward Taylor just seconds too late to react. The familiar vice grip clamped around her leg just as her fingers brushed the gripping of her M17, only to miss it entirely. Taylor ripped her from the gun, hurling her across the battle ground. A scream of terror escaped her lips as she flew across the desert ceasing only when her body collided with the side body of a hummer. From the waist down, her body collided with the hummer door. But up, her back snapped against the hummer roof. A sickening crack coursed through Vera's ears and her entire body. Pain coursed through her chest as each one of her ribs snapped under the impact. But it was quickly cut off when her vertebrae collapsed within her. She gasped breathlessly as her body felt limp onto the desert ground. Vera lay on the ground, unable to move, unable to feel. Her chest trembled as her breathing became a flutter of inhaling and exhaling attempts.
The earth tremble beneath her. Vera tried to breathe, but her crushed ribs pressed against her fragile lungs, threatening to puncture them a thousand times over. Taylor's deformed face appeared above her own. Through his sickening transformation, Vera could make out his grotesque smile. He raised his claw above his head. Vera's eyes widened in horror. She lay completely motionless, helpless to protect herself. Taylor made a sound that could only be described as a dark, twisted laugh as his claws came out. The first set came down just over her left breast and ripped across the skin. Then he moved to her right ride and repeated the process, leaving a trail of claw marks, that resembled a skeletal structure of wings, over Vera's chest. Taylor moved his hand down her torso and drove one of his claws into her stomach. he slowly dragged the claw up her stomach, slicing only though the first few layers of skin, as if to torture her before killing her. He ran his claw between her breasts and stopped just beneath her throat. Taylor loomed over her, still wearing a disgusting smirk over his distorted face. It was over now. He was done playing with her. Taylor raised his claws one final time and drove them through Vera's body. A small gasp escaped her lips, followed by a gush of blood. it rolled down her cheeks and onto the ground.
Taylor lifted her from the ground, still impaled on his talons. Gravity worked in his favor. Vera slid further on his talons until she could move no more. Vera choked where she hung, like a lifeless doll. Blood rolled from her reopened facial lacerations. It rolled down her pale cheeks, almost in small streams, down her parted lips, dripping onto Taylors extended arm. He laughed darkly, licking it up greedily. Vera whimpered helpless to save herself. Taylor lowered his arm, drawing Vera closer toward his face. His venom filled tongue reached out, running along her neck, tasting her flesh, and opened his jaw.
Suddenly, something metal sped across Vera's line of sight just second before she plummeted to the ground, Taylor's claws still embedded in her chest. She found herself staring up at Taylor, screaming over a severed arm. She watched as Taylor turned in the direction where the metal had come from. Vera stared up at the stars, trembling against the earth.
The bullet wounds closed instantaneously once they passed through John's body, but the force of the bullets impact kept him down and kept him from retaliating. John watched helplessly as one of the soldier's slammed his rifle into her face, sending her into the wall beside him. He fumbled for the gun as the soldier dragged Vera from the elevator by her hair. Once the two were clear, the three remaining soldiers opened fir on him once more. Bullets ripped through him from all sides. They tore through his flesh and embedding themselves into the wall and floor of the elevator. The force of each bullet kept him pinned to the ground. John tried to launch himself at the soldier, but one of the three remaining in the small group switched to pump action ST grenade launcher. The ST was shot into his stomach. The soldier pushed the panel button and stepped from the elevator. The doors closed, sending John and the grenade back down into the facility.
John fumbled with grenade lodged in his chest. The beeping grew faster, counting down to detonation. His fingers slipped in his blood as he caught hold of the canister. He grunted as he pulled the grenade from his chest. the beeping grew faster, nearly finished with the countdown. John quickly rose from the floor and opened the elevator hatch. He tossed the grenade into the shaft and dove into one of the corners.
The explosion shook the entire shaft. The elevator brakes engaged, ceasing the descent. John looked up from the corner. Pieces of debris collided with the roof of the elevator. He grabbed the Ruger and stepped beneath the open hatch. He jumped for the hatch, catching hold of the edges with his fingers. John pulled himself up out of the elevator and into the shaft. The shaft was still in decent condition, save for the fact that the ST had destroyed the elevator tracks.
John jogged across the elevator roof to the service ladder. He jumped up the ladder, and caught hold of the bar. Using his feet, John propelled himself higher up the ladder, catching hold of the bars to maintain his lift. He vaulted up the wall, easily passing the destroyed section of the shaft, never missing a beat. Gunfire echoed through the shaft from the outside. He could hear an Imp's shrieks and men dying. How in the hell did an Imp. John paused on the ladder. No. She wouldn't. She wouldn't be that careless, would she? John raced up the wall faster, finally reaching the top. He turned his body and looked across the shaft. The doors were closed and the wall was completely smooth. He didn't have time for this. John reached into his belt and pulled out his last grenade. He slid down the ladder and pushed the button. He waited for a few seconds and hurled the grenade up toward the doors.
The grenade blast shook the shaft once more. The ladder shook under the pressure. John looked back at the doors. The blast and launched the doors from the shaft and into the field. John launched himself out of the shaft and onto the field. The elevator doors had been blasted several yards away. John looked out, finding a bloodbath waiting for him. Taylor's men lay across the field, some in pieces, other whole. John spotted Skeet lying dead in a pool of his own blood. Sam was on the ground several yards from him and nearly thirty yards from a massive Imp. Taylor. John felt his blood run cold as he stared at Taylor's deform stature, more importantly, who he had skewered on his claws. Vera hung lifeless from his claws covered in blood. Taylor opened his mouth and puled her toward him.
John grabbed one of the deformed elevator shaft doors and hurled it at Taylor. the metal door sliced through Taylor's arm, sending Vera to the ground. Taylor shrieked in pain as his arm sprayed blood from the stump. John sprinted toward Taylor, picking up whatever weapons he could. Taylor turned toward him and charged. John dropped to his knees and slid in the dirt, ducking Taylor's attempted slash. He spun back around quickly and fired on Taylor. The bullets ripped through Taylor's back, but the monster stayed up. Taylor turned around on John and shrieked loudly. John cringed as the sonic scream ripped through his body. John aimed his rifle and fired straight at Taylor's throat. The shriek ceased instantly as Taylor chocked on his blood. John stepped over to a soldiers remains and dug out an ST. He popped the top and charged Taylor. He jumped into the air and shoved the grenade down the generals throat. John kicked off of Taylor and sprinted for Vera, not even taking cover with the bomb went off.
Sam was already by Vera's side with one of the hummer's massive medical kits. John dropped to his knees and slid up alongside Vera, immediately taking in her battered form. Taylor had been merciless against her. Not one inch of her skin wasn't covered in blood. Not one bone was in tact. Her chest staggered trying to breathe while she tried not to choke on her own blood. The bastard had done everything in his power to hurt her before he killed her.
"You stupid bitch." he muttered leaning over her. "You still had one of the vials, didn't you?"
Vera looked up at him. Her pain ridden face melted into a small smile. "Yeshche zhivy."
"Barely." John nodded. "Sam pass me the QuickClot."
Vera's left hand fumbled for her leg pocket. She tugged the top free and slipped her hand inside her pocket. She pulled out the data disks, still intact. Vera grabbed the disks and pushed them to John. "Pereyti."
John shook his head. "Not without you, Vera."
"Ne...zhdat'." Vera's head fell to one side. Her eyes were still half open. John heard her heartbeat slowly to a stop. She was gone.
John stared at Vera's bloodied face. She was gone. Again. She slipped right through his fingers. After four years worth of a partnership, thousands of midnight talks, all the sparring on base, all those missions that landed her in the infirmary, after Russia and all the times he saved her; the one time he wasn't there to protect her, was the one time he couldn't bring her back. John shook his head as the tears blurred his sight.. He gently reached a hand behind her neck. "Vera. Vera!" Her turned her face toward him, but her half open eyes remained glazed over.
"John start compressions now!" Sam ordered.
John looked up at Sam. She held a syringe in her hand and a clear vial in the other. He didn't need to ask what it was. C24. John placed his hands over Vera's heart and pushed down. He felt the bones crack beneath his touch as he massaged the heart. "You had it on you this whole time?"
"Couldn't let Taylor get ahold of it." Sam answered. She withdrew the syringe. "If we do this straight into her heart, this might work."
John nodded. "Do it." He pulled his hands away.
Sam pushed the needle into Vera's chest, straight into the heart. She injected the entire syringe into Vera's system and removed the needle. "Keep the compression going, we need to-"
"Make sure it gets through her system." John finished, quickly restarting the compression. "What makes you think she won't turn?"
"He never tried to infect her." Sam answered.
John continued with the compressions, trying to ignore the feel of her broken bones under his hands. He tried to ignore just how many of her bones were broken, and how much blood she had lost. He tried to focus on the past moments. The days they spent throwing each other sparring. The pranks they'd played on Duke. The nights she'd fall asleep on top of her blankets on the base. John pushed on her heart, praying she'd come back.
A rhythmic sound caught John's attention. For an instant, he believed it was Vera's heart, but it wasn't. He turned his head, looking toward the sky. Above them was a chopper, flying in. A spotlight flicked on, shinning on them. John stared through the spotlight up at the chopper. The side door opened and a soldier hung out, holding a rocket launcher. John threw himself at Sam as they fired. The rocket burst form the chopper and slammed into one of the hummer, blowing it to pieces. John and Sam were thrown by the blast.
John groaned and pushed himself onto his elbows. He looked around for Sam, finding her laying several feet from him. A piece of the hummer had lodged itself into her chest. Blood trickled from her open mouth as she stared vacantly at him. John pushed himself to his feet just as a second rocket hit behind him. the explosion sent John slamming into the last hummer before the fire consumed him whole.
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did a bit of editing, but wasn't going to change the ending. but if you honestly believe I'm going to end the ENTIRE thing here...you're WRONG! There's one more fic to come, I only ask you be patient.
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translations
Saved your life every time. You're welcome. Spas tebe zhizn' kazhdyy raz. Pozhaluysta.
Had a hold of it above the leak. No infection. Imel provesti yego vyshe utechki. Net infektsiya .
Still alive...barely. Yeshche zhivy ... yedva li.
What are you doing? Chto ty delayesh'?
Not a good sign. Ne khoroshiy znak.
From the gurney. Ot katalke.
But you can't take non service issued weapons on an opt. No vy ne mozhete prinyat' , ne yavlyayushchiyesya uslug vydano oruzhiye na opt .
No General acting under military orders would permit unauthorized weapons. Net Obshchaya deystviya pod voyennyye zakazy ne pozvolit nesanktsionirovannykh oruzhiya.
Taylor wasn't acting under military orders...but his own. Teylor ne deystvoval pod voyennyye zakazy ... no yego sobstvennoye
You're a dead man, General. Ty pokoynik , general.
Run Zapustite .
Go, run! Idi, begi!
Go. Pereyti
Not coming. Ne zhdat'.