A/n: So I started this in July, so I'm just now adding some of the character's names. Quite a deviation from how the season has progressed, but this chapter is really intense. Heatwave still exists too. Enjoy :)
Quinn reaches for his favorite weapon, an AR-15, and rushes back to join the other soldiers. It's an insane scene right before his eyes even for him. Throughout all the raids and missions he's ever operated through, this was by far the dirtiest scheme he's witnessed. As he flips on the red dot site, everything suddenly becomes clear.
The targets go down one by one like dominoes. His precision sharper than the soldiers beside him. The rush of blood now apparent. He's in his element in a time of need, slaying those who think they can get in.
The pain she can feel is almost surreal. It takes a few moments to remember exactly where she is and panic sets in, although she refuses to show it.
"You're awake," a voice hisses. "Now we go."
"Wha-," Carrie manages to answer, hardly.
"You will come with me, we'll go now."
"Go? Go where?"
"Why to Kabul of course," Tasneem tells her.
"Carrie I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you," Aayan confesses.
"Quiet!" Tasneem demands.
"No! Why are we doing this!? I did not agree to this!"
"I said shut up!"
"This is ridiculous!"
Tasneem snaps her figures and the others act. Carrie watches as they slash his throat in front of her, watching him slowly bleed out.
"Aayan!" Carrie shrieks, her pupils enraged as she attacks Tasneem.
Tasneem reciprocates by striking her in the face, hard enough to put her back on the ground. Her face is now on fire as she hit her exactly where the sun had the past couple of days, though she still resists showing any signs of being affected by the blow.
Carrie can't help but look horrified at the sight of the dead body, but quickly puts herself back together while hiding her eyes.
"When are we going?" Carrie asks bitterly.
"We go now."
"You'll never get me out of here... if that's your plan," Carrie assures her while exposing her glare.
"Funny you say that."
Tasneem grabs her by the back of the hair making her scream. She pulls out her pistol pointing it directly at Carrie's head and demands movement. Carrie realizes that she must move, but doubts that she will get to far. Too many people in the way.
"Let's go!"
Carrie complies for the time being, but insists that they stop at her apartment first.
"Please I need to get something first! I can't leave without it!" She pleads.
Tasneem stops in her tracks, examining her proposal.
She turns to Carrie with an answer, "Do you really think you're going to be alive long enough to use what you need?"
"Positive," Carrie replies with piercing eyes.
"If that will get your feet moving, then I see no reason why I can't honor that."
When they enter Carrie attempts to momentarily break free, though not getting her wish.
"Go with her," Tasneem instructs to her guards.
She takes the time that Carrie is gone to snoop around, luckily locating something that she'd never seen. Carrie returns seconds later, medication in hand.
"I see you grabbed your only friend," Tasneem remarks. "Hand them over!"
"Well unless you want me going manic on you, I suggest you let me keep them," Carrie barks.
"Funny that that's the only thing you wanted from here."
"What?"
"I mean it just ensures the fact that no one will save you," Tasneem continues.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Tasneem reveals the picture that she had swiped from her counter of her and her daughter.
"The fact that you're so self-absorbed that you didn't even think to take this."
Carrie takes a lunge at her, but is wrestled back immediately by the body guards.
"Give it to me!" Carrie demands. Tasneem only confirms her belief that the child is Carrie's and laughs in her face.
"You silly, selfish girl. You came here to Islamabad and just fucked my whole plan when you could have just left it be and stayed home. And now you will pay for that. And now... now I know that no one cares enough about you to save you, because you don't care about anyone BUT you."
She succeeded and it's damaging. The tears aren't even drops anymore, but pools accumulating below her eyes.
"You... don't... fucking know me," she manages to slip out.
"Oh, but I do. You're just a stupid white bitch who thinks she can save the world, when in reality she cannot even control herself," Tasneem says with a nasty smirk. "We go now. Keep your pills, but I will keep this."
Carrie spits on her and the guards now have their work cut out for them while restraining her. They have a hard time holding on, but don't let go. With a gun again to her head and the hangover, heat and exhaustion catching up with her, she's forced with them.
It's been quite sometime now, and Quinn had almost forgotten where he was, who was there, and why he'd stayed to begin with. His mind is racing trying to process the possibility of who could be dead. He has no way of knowing if he stays.
Where is she? He thinks. Now the only thing he can think of.
He sprays the remainder of his clip while running to safety inside, ditches the machine gun and pulls out his pistol. The lobby is vacant as far as he can see. Unbeknownst to him, that is far from the truth.
The first sign of the Taliban appears in the stairwell as Quinn makes his way towards headquarters.
"Shit!" He mutters.
Slithering quietly up the steps, the sounds echoing from the everlasting gunfire muffles his already barely audible footsteps. His grip now around the man's neck is no challenge and he breaks it like a lego block in the middle of a linear tower, quietly releasing his lifeless body to the floor. When he reaches the work quarters, he allows his silent pistol to take down the entire fleet of intruders.
A few of his co-workers have perished and he searches each body in desperation, hoping that none of them are her. Those still alive are scared hostages thanking him for saving their lives.
"Where's Carrie have you seen her!?" He shouts.
They deny her presence, yet he continues to ask.
"She's not here Peter," they tell him again.
"Fuck! Fuck!" He screams as he runs his bloodied hand through his locks.
He looks deranged at this point helplessly planning his next move. She must still be in the living quarters given that she was not here. He orders the others to pick up the weapons that the fallen had dropped when they were killed, regardless of their combat abilities, to fight in what now is a full blown war.
They follow him to the lobby and instead of heading back outside, he turns into the direction of their apartments. The sound of a woman's voice makes him stop for a second, then he realizes it's not her. It's not familiar though, so he waits behind the adjacent wall, ready for anything.
The four are revealed and his pulse is elevated. Mind in overdrive. Anger at a max. Carrie is walking next to Tasneem, not appearing to be captive which confuses Quinn. He knew she would take her own life before turning on American, but he doesn't understand why Carrie wasn't fighting them.
From the dark vantage point, he takes out the two unsuspecting bodyguards who failed to notice his hiding spot. As Tasneem hears them fall to the ground, she lifts her gun to Carrie's head and turns around to face her adversary.
"Put it down now or I'll put one in her fucked up brain now!" She tells him.
"Don't fucking do it Quinn! She's gonna-"
"Shut up," Tasneem shouts, forcefully pushing the barrel into Carrie's temple.
"Carrie I'm putting the gun down now," Quinn tells her, just now realizing that he's sweating.
"Quinn No!"
He slowly lowers the gun to the ground along with the rest of his body, kneeling in the process. Tasneem smiles as she witnesses foolishness before her. She hadn't anticipated anyone to intervene, but it's obvious that no one is willing to fight for her.
Quinn's hand is almost completely on the ground now. As Carrie hears the metal begin to touch the floor, she shuts her eyes in anticipation for their imminent executions. He's now carefully sliding it, prompting Tasneem to yell.
"I will shoot her! Let it go!"
Quinn's experience overpowers and a seemingly aimless shot from the floor penetrates right into her skull. The panic that was suppose to disappear hasn't because his gun isn't the only one that he hears goes off.