Nathan was filled with a new resolve as he fought against the men holding him captive. Bullets rang off his steel skin from the pair of choppers circling above him. A crewman took out one of the birds with his AA guns and Nathan cheered. Eyes zeroing in on the city, Nathan picked up on Chandler and his team. They were well on their way to taking the building. Nonetheless, Nathan had a weapon trained on their location just in case.
Shaffoty, the XO, was busy in Comms, watching his boys take the CIC. "Ha!" Nathan laughed. "That's my boys!"
His happiness was short lived as the remaining chopper let loose with a missile that struck Nathan upside the head, blowing half his skull off. The warship screamed and fell on his side, oil everywhere.
"NATHAN!"
Dr. Scott's voice shook Nathan from his fog. He tried to stand but couldn't, falling back on his side. He tried to speak but the muzzle prevented him.
"Nathan..." It was Chandler. The captain knelt on the dock and ever so gently removed the muzzle. "I'm never leaving you again." He promised.
Nathan pressed his nose to his hand, whimpering. The fog surrounding him prevented him from doing much more. He coughed weakly, trying to dispel the acrid taste of oil in his throat.
"Hey, stay with me here. Nathan, come on. I need you to focus." Chandler begged, his tone becoming more urgent.
Nathan tried, oh he did try but he was fighting a losing battle. His eyes closed and his nose landed in Chandler's lap as darkness took over him.