Recuperate (1)

'Time to hunt.. or so I'd like to think.' As Chris' adrenaline was wearing off his previous triumphant and energized state was declining quickly. He had searched the other two bodies for any type of first-aid, but he seemed out of luck.

However, knowing it was mandatory to bring with one med-kit per team in Creed he figured it should be the more or less the same for Vegas' personnel. As Chris' previous state was wearing of he was beginning to feel rather sluggish. Stumbling forward he brought his hand to the bullet wound, still pulsing out blood, in the hope of stopping some of the blood loss.

As he reached the last member of the Vegas' team he was delighted to see the body looking as if it was elevated by some kind of bump at the lower back. Feeling hopeful he leaned forward and pushed the corpse over so it was lying on its stomach.

'Phew, all good things comes in threes..' he thought, smiling to himself. It seemed he wasn't gonna kick the bucket just yet. As he could feel himself gradually becoming more lightheaded he knew he was raising against time.

He quickly tore open the first aid kit and grabbed a sterile gauze pad. Pressing the pad firmly against the wound, he winced a little as pain shot through his body, but he didn't let it distract him from his task.

Next, he reached for a roll of medical tape and began to wrap it around the gauze, securing it in place. He winced a little again as he felt the pressure from the tape, but Chris knew it was necessary to prevent further bleeding.

Finding himself a place a little away from the corpse so he wouldn't stain himself with the dead guys blood, he lied down while gazing up at the moonlit sky. As the adrenaline had worn out and the situation seemed more or less in control he felt himself sinking in to the earth beneath him. The sound of his own breathing was the only thing he could hear, and he felt himself slipping away into what he was guessing would be a short slumber.

{15 minutes earlier}

Landing heavily, with his knees connecting to the ground first, Marco tumbled forwards. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' he screamed in his mind. 'What the hell happened,' having no idea what that strange energy was or how it had knocked him out he was feeling angry and frustrated by how messed up the situation had become.

Understanding he wasn't getting any answers soon, nor would he dare to face Chris in his current condition, he began racing his mind on what to do next. While thinking of Chris he couldn't stop himself of remembering the state his former partner was currently in. 'How did he heal so fast?' he asked himself.

Continuously getting confused and barely making sense of anything as his mind was racing on, he begun reeling himself in as the pain in his chest was increasingly getting more evident. He had been lucky while stumbling through the window as the only evidence of his daring jump was some torn clothes and cuts scattered around his body.

Crouching forward and keeping close to the wall as not to be seen he quickly brought forward his own first-aid. Feeling relieved he had continued to be meticulous with his preparation before starting his missions throughout the years he began applying his first-aid kit whilst also contemplating about his next move.

Not seeing Chris jumping after him he knew the other two 'useless' companions of his must still be holding him back. Still, he didn't think for one second they would be able to take him down, he'd been working too long with Chris to believe some random new recruits were able to get the best of him.

Giving of an eerie smile remembering how he had asked these new recruits to previously go ahead of him so he could hide their car he began trotting forward away from the cabin walls. He was careful not to put himself in the line of vision to the window or to his last two colleagues.

As he passed through the first set of trees at the outskirts of the small forest, north of the little cabin, he heard the first shout telling Chris to give up. Giving a small chuckle at what Marco believed to be a poor attempt of masking their own insecurity he continued ahead to where he had hid their black sedan.

With each step forward he was beginning to feel his weight pressing down on him. Although his previous crazed leap hadn't brought any wounds worthy of wincing over, Chris' stab, on the other hand, was hurting like hell. Especially after most of the adrenaline had worn of. Step after step his vision was increasingly becoming more blurry and he felt himself slipping more and more. Seconds away from fainting he continued placing his feet one after the other.

As if right on cue, three quick gun shots could be heard through the forest. Startled, Marco almost fell to his side, but the sound of the gun had awoken something in him. Believing Chris to have finished of the last two men, he nearly began sprinting with renewed vigor, fueled by a strong urgency to get to Vegas' closest safe house. With determination set in his almond eyes, he gave no more thought to another gun shot that was heard, still convinced that Chris was simply making sure they were dead men.

Reaching the end of the forest, he could finally see it. Not remembering the last time he felt so glad to see a car, he skipped towards it as quickly as he could. Yet again feeling smug of his 'foresight', he brought up the car keys and swiftly unlocked the sedan. Just as he jumped inside he could yet again hear the sounds of gunshots, this time in a rapid succession.

'Hm, Perhaps they were more useful then I thought.. Well, I'm too fucked up now anyways,' he shrugged, focusing more on his own predicament. Carefully starting the engine he could hear the motor ignite. The sound of the engine calmy igniting was like heavenly music to his ears. With his foot pushed down on the gas pedal and his hands on the wheel he made a sharp u-turn on the badly kept road and sped forward.

The short drive north felt like an eternity as Marco struggled to keep himself awake. The euphoric feeling of finally getting out of dodge quickly disappeared, and he was struggling to keep himself awake.

Swinging in to the parking lot of a large warehouse, he drove the car as close as possible towards what he believed to be the front door. Shifting from "drive" to "park", he continued sitting there as if waiting for something to happen. When the front door opened a man in his nightgown could be seen stepping out, he was carefully moving towards the right side of the car, with a gun pointing directly at the driver seat where Marco was sitting.

Just as the man reached the sedan and could observe whom it was that had set off the alarms, he let out a relieved sigh. 'Scaring me like that, with everything else happening right now, bloody idiot', Brian thought as he observed Marco sleeping peacefully in his seat.