Tan follows Rocker through the door. The warehouse is pitch black and without their night vision gear they probably would bump against the rows of empty shelves. The place smells moldy and like no one really had been here in a long while. But they know for a fact that these trucks, where they found Luca's tracker, were parked here for over an hour. This warehouse is the only structure around.
"Anything on thermal?" Rocker asks via radio. "We have four barely moving objects in the far north corner and one lying about 10 meters to your right,"
Rocker motions for Tan to go right and check out what's going on there while he continues on to the back. Tan nods and turns. He tries to move as quietly as he can but still fast. Straining his ears for any weird sounds or traps.
He comes to the end of the shelving and slows to a stop. The night vision equipment just shows a figure lying on the floor. "We could do with some light inside of this place," he radios and just seconds later he gets the info to take off the night vision. "We found the junction box. Light in three, two, one,"
When his eyes have finally adjusted to the light in the warehouse Tan finally recognizes the figure on the floor.
"Chris?" he kneels down next to her and does a quick vitals check. Her breathing is shallow, and barely detectable. He hesitates a second before keying the radio "I need a medic," he refrains from naming Chris but a second later Rocker radios he needs medics too, and that he found Luca, Deac, Davis and Miller.
"Wake up," he still kneels next to Chris and just tries to wake her up. He checks her over as best as he can and finds a puncture wound on her neck as well as what suspiciously looks like fresh needle marks on her arm.
"What happened to you?"
The paramedics load up Chris into the helicopter. The rest of the team is on their feet, albeit gingerly and will be brought to the hospital with an ambulance.
"Deac," Tan walks to his friend, "Chris is completely out of it. And when I get back to HQ I gotta give Street something…"
Deac nods. "Tell him to call me. And only me. I'll see what I can do," he finishes his sentence and then pulls on the breathing mask the paramedics hand him. The few words have seemed to drain almost all energy out of the team leader.
Tan frowns and walks back to Rocker and his teammates. They all look at him with worry.
"Let's go. Hicks is waiting for us to debrief at HQ," Rocker claps his hands and they are on their way. The drive is spent in silence. Each of them going through their own thoughts.
As 50 squad walks into HQ all eyes are on them. Every officer in the building knows they found the team and they all are looking for clues. Tan walks up to the command center when he spots Street in the armory. Cleaning what looks suspiciously like one of Chris's rifles. He taps Rocker and after they share a glance he beelines it for his friend.
Tan softly taps the wireframe and waits for Street to look up. Street's eyes are red and his face betrays his tears.
"I am so sorry," Tan starts. "How is she? Really?" Street's voice breaks asking the question but he keeps his gaze steady. Tan swallows. "I don't know. She was knocked out when I found her, barely breathing. They took her to Mercy. Deac said you should call him." He explains and Street wipes his face with his cuff.
"I'll do that," he pulls out his phone and then nods his head to command. "You should get to debrief. I promise I'll still be here when you get back."
Tan raises his eyebrows in doubt but when Street widens his eyes again he walks off. This debrief was important and when it was over, Tan wanted to be at the hospital.
He knew Street needed a friend there and in all honesty he wanted to know how Chris and the rest of them were doing too.
At the hospital Deac and the men of his team were already checked over. They all had a blood draw to maybe, hopefully figure out what they had been dosed with. They were sitting together, waiting for any update on Chris. But so far nothing.
Deac knew that in short time Street would call or even arrive here, and he couldn't help but pray that he would have answers. Or maybe a miracle would happen and Chris would wake up just like the rest of them with a splitting headache and memory loss. He still tried to wrack his brain what had happened. He had seen the location they had woken up at. And that was definitely not the mines he remembered entering last.
His phone starts vibrating and reading Annie's name as the caller ID makes Deac excuse himself for a moment. He picks up the call and walks to the end of the hallway. "I am okay," he tells Annie and can hear her sigh of relief.
"Good, Street was worried. And I was too. Come home when you can," Annie reminds him again of why he is still pacing this damn hospital.
"I'll try to be home soon, but I can't make any promises. We're still waiting on news about Chris. She must've gotten it worse. Or had some sort of reaction…"he trails of spotting the doctor head for the waiting room. "Annie, I gotta go. The doctor is coming to update us,"
"Just come home safe. I love you," Annie replies and their call ends.
Deac opens the door to the waiting room. Everyone of his teammates is standing and the doctor turns his head. "Ah, perfect timing sergeant. I was about to update you," he starts.
"You've all been dosed with a new mix of benzodiazepine and barbiturate. We would like to keep you all over night for observation and monitor your progress. With a little luck you'll recover your full memory, but let's take it one step at a time," the doctor concludes. The men share a look and Deac speaks up. "What about officer Alonso?"
The doctor frowns. "She has been dosed just like you have, but in much higher quantities. We started a course of medications trying to keep her body under a light sedation so she can fight the effects off. I am afraid we will just have to wait and see how she is doing when she wakes up."
His tone of voice is less than helpful and the gasp coming from the door draws all eyes.
With two steps Deac has reached Street who he suspects is only still standing upright because Tan is gripping his arms.
