Clusterfuck of a Nightmare was the only word I could put to the ordeal that I was getting put through right now by Toth and his team, they delved into every topic possible and tried to get me to react so they could snag a weakness. Sam had me covered from outside where he was ordered too, I was mentally controlling myself and just letting them ramble – giving me the time to find out what they actually knew or where planning.
'How does Constable Scarlatti deal with your issues?'
'Do you ever think of just leaving, giving up on those who depend on you?'
'With the death of Lewis Young and your partner taking it so bad, do you find he drags your emotional state down with him as he deals with his PTS?'
'Are all your PTS needs being met? You rushed off into a war zone due to unknown subjects coming after you – your Sergeant must believe that you are a wildcard and unfit?'
'Do you still have suicidal tendencies? Your actions last night suggest to me a deep rooted depression….'
My head snapped up at the one.
Sam had been asked to sit outside for a few minutes to give us privacy and he was monitoring the conversation using some of our gear in case we got Intel, I could hear the slight shuffle of the chair and I knew he had caught the bit of information that no-one else should be aware of.
"My actions last night – and how would you know what happened last night?" I inquired.
He looked at me and I could see the back peddling he was doing in his head, he had got cocky with his questions as I had let him ramble on for a good twenty minutes. I smirked and started to get off the seat; he tried to stop me.
"You can't leave without being cleared and I am not finding you fit for duty at the SRU or any place of work!"
"You don't have the authority to dictate to me outside military channels, and you sure as hell cannot stop me from leaving this building under my own power!" I hissed back at him.
Two guards came in from the other door and stood beside Toth; he was judging the situation and then shit hit the fan in epic proportions.
"Remove her to the facility!" he ordered.
The door burst open and I was grabbed by one of the huge guards, I fought my way out of his hold and slammed my heels down his legs and broke his nose with my elbow. Sam tackled the other guard and got him in a sleeper hold while I tied them both up; I had hit Toth during the tackle and he was just picking himself up from the floor when I slammed him against the wall.
"Why are you doing this to us? What possible reason could you have to start a psychological terror project on us?" I demanded.
He stayed quiet and I punched him hard in the ribs; Sam tried to pull me back but I was too angry to let him go. I turned back to Toth and stared him in the face as I showed him the videos on my phone – giving him the close up of my nightmares.
"Who are you working with and why do they want us? Who is it Toth? WHO IS TRYING TO KILL ME?" I shouted at him.
I knew we would have to get out of here soon and I would need to leave Toth here or shoot him – personally the second option was my favourite option.
What happened in the next twenty seconds was the second part of the nightmare.
We heard shouting and I was dragged away by Sam, I got away for a second and turned back to Toth who was coming after us with a weapon, I wanted to kill him but he still had vital information we needed. He aimed his weapon at us and I took low aim and blew out a hole in his leg; he went down screaming in the corridor and I slammed the exit door to give us a chance.
"MOVE IT!" ordered Sam as we ran through the corridors.
It took us twenty minutes to get back into the main corridor ten levels up and the alarms were going nuts for a forced evacuation since we had started a bin fire on the second floor. We climbed the stairs and jumped the keys in the office for the Hummer outside – we were going to have to drive back out of Ottawa and then to Toronto – roughly a 12 hour drive!
We ran for the vehicle and a flash of something caught my eye, Sam had seen it too and we stepped back holding our weapons high; I caught sight of the figure again and the breath went out of me and my knees felt weak.
'That's not possible, I watched him shoot himself with my gun!'
I got my faculties back as another shot rang over us and we headed to the vehicle and slammed the accelerator down as I drove out the compound and through the gates. I was keeping my breath under control and kept control of the hummer over the rough roads into the territory – I had no idea where I was going and had to follow Sam's directions.
He started to get quieter an hour later and was listless in his seat.
"Sam, are you alright? SAM!" I shouted to him.
No response and I could smell blood 'SHIT!'
I switched the lights off and pulled into the side of the road near a pile of cut trees, I ran my hands down his chest and arms and came away covered in blood near his upper arm and shoulder. I got out my tactical knife and cut away the material to show the double tap he received as we had run out the main building; I checked his stats and climbing into the back seat, pulled him onto the long bench and laid him down flat. The kitbag we had left in this hummer was full medical kit and I put pressure dressings on his wounds and hooked him up to the mini IV lines with some morphine to at least numb the pain. I clipped the finger monitor on him and checked his vitals again while I wrapped a blanket across him to keep shock at bay. He started to stir and his training kicked in automatically as he saw my face that was covered with blood – he just didn't know it was his blood.
"Easy soldier, you're alright – we got out!" I whispered.
He leaned back down and groaned as he saw the dressing on his arm and the bloody state I was from cleaning up, I hadn't been hurt but he had lost a decent amount of blood and I had a cannula in my own arm in case blood transfusion was necessary.
"That could have gone better, where are we?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Currently hiding in the woods so we can rest and I can get changed, were going to drive back to Toronto – probably a 12 hour window. How is the pain, do you need more morphine?" I replied.
He shook his head and I raised his feet and head slightly to keep him balanced on the back seat, I told him I would be back within a moment and headed out to kick a few things, have a pee and then change into my black cammo's we had brought with us in the rucksack Sam had. I checked the back of the hummer to find bottled water and maps of the area, seem these guys had just come back from training and hadn't sorted out their RV yet.
"Okay Sam, I need you to rest for a couple of hours okay, I found a map and I know how to get back home but it could be a bit bumpy due to the roads. If you need anything you tell me immediately alright!"
He nodded and fell asleep as I checked his IV and made sure the bleeding had slowed and stopped to its minimum, satisfied I climbed back to the front and hit the accelerator with vengeance. I couldn't use my mobile as it could be traced so I needed to get to the nearest town to buy another one, thankfully I had cash on me and would be able to get what I needed in the next town – hopefully just lay low somewhere and get friends to pick us up.
A few hours later I had to stop suddenly after going over a really bad patch of dirt track, Sam was nearly screaming and his wound had ripped open due to the bouncing around and was bleeding really badly again. I grabbed the extra IV line and hooked us both up – two times in six months I was donating blood this way – bloody trauma training! The IV bag filled up with my blood and I clamped off the bag and hooked it up to Sam who was out cold due to the shock, checking his vitals they were low but stable and I hung up more IV fluids for him to keep him going. I checked the map and saw that about fifty miles down the marked road was a small town, I should arrive there at dawn and the sheriff should be able to get us a chopper from Toronto Metro. I hit the gas again and twenty minutes later slammed my breaks on outside the sheriff office and ran in for help.
The next few hours were a blur of activity as I contacted the Metro Police and asked for immediate support and rescue to St Simons Hospital; I gave them our GPS location and twenty minutes later a medevac chopper landed in the field opposite where I had parked and we got Sam strapped onto the board and started on medical treatment. I was put beside Sam due to being exhausted and they took out the cannula and patched my arm up; we took off and I saw the Sheriff move the hummer out of the field to where he said he was going to burn it for me so it couldn't be traced. I leaned back against the bench and kept my hand on Sam's shoulder as we headed through the sky towards home.