xfc: A Feeling Lost Inside (2/3)
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A Feeling Lost Inside 2/3 (Summary etc. on first page)
Sargent Mike Kavner pulled himself through the air duct dragging a coil of
fiber optics and a transmitter box behind him. Kavner grunted as he pulled
himself closer to the grating at a painfully slow rate. When he reached the
grating, he stopped and peered down below.
One of the terrorists was standing near a group of hostages. One man was
trying to say something to him. Kavner tilted his head and pressed his ear to
the grating.
"Pp…please," the man's muffled voice stuttered, "let the children go at
least!"
The terrorist, decked out in army garb, slammed the but of his gun down on
the man's head. The man slumped unnaturally and blood ran from his eye and
nose.
Kavner grabbed the wire coil, taped the sensor by a gap in the grating, and
inched backward.
***
"Yes!" Scully shouted triumphantly. Mulder turned around, "What?"
Scully looked at him and grinned, "First good news in a while. Video feed."
Mulder wanted to hug her, but restrained himself, "Great!"
Mulder walked over to where she was sitting, in front of a monitor. He leaned
next to her to see what was happening. Five terrorists were visible. Two
around the hostages, two patrolling and one was giving orders.
"See that?" Mulder asked. One of the hostage guards was dragging a man out in
the open. Scully's fingers tapped over the keys. The picture zoomed in. The
man was the same one Kavner had seen being struck with the rifle.
"Mulder, that man's been beaten. He may die depending on the severity of his
head wounds."
Mulder sighed loudly in frustration.
"What can we do now?"
Scully shrugged her shoulders in defeat, "wait for them to wear down."
Mulder and Scully's eyes met and they made their decision.
***
One-half hour later.
The telephone rang waking Mulder, who didn't realize he had drifted off. He
scrambled to put on his head set. "Mulder."
"This is Skinner."
Mulder about fell out of his chair when he realized it wasn't the terrorists.
"Sir."
"Have you made any progress?"
"Not since they called and expressed their high regards for Americans, sir."
Skinner grunted, "I don't know how much longer we can keep the press in the
dark."
Mulder sighed, "I understand, sir. If the media comes in that will make our
job ten times harder. We can't use the snipers because all the windows have
been blocked with blinds, sir. I don't think the terrorists will be calling
back anytime soon either."
"You have permission to call them if they don't call you in fifteen minutes.
Agent Mulder, if we don't make any progress with negotiations, I'm sending in
the strike teams."
Yes, sir…sir?" Mulder asked, "Scully and I wish to be a part of the strike
team. With all due respect sir, we can't just sit here and take no action.
They've beaten an man sir, and we'd like to help take them out."
"Beaten?" Skinner asked incredulously, "permission granted."
"Thank you, sir," Mulder answered and hung up.
***
Fifteen minutes later
A ringing phone startled Carlos who had been pacing the room. He knew who it
was immediately and angrily picked up. "Asqueroso perro! Usted desea hablar?
Usted desea hablar? Charla a est to!"
***
Mulder heard what the terrorist said and then a shot rang out. Mulder whipped
around. "What did he say? Will someone tell me what the hell he just said?!"
Garcia spoke up, "Filthy dog! You want to talk? You want to talk? Talk to
this!"
"Shit."
Mulder picked up his phone and dialed Skinner.
"Skinner."
"We've had a casualty."
"What?! Gear up Agents the strike teams are a go."
***
Mulder and Scully stood pressed against the wall guns drawn, gas masks and
vests on. Mulder's fingers shook with adrenaline and he was bathed in a cold
sweat. Two men in full SWAT garb were on either side of the door. One with a
battering ram the other with tear gas grenades. The one with the tear gas
held up one finger, two, and three.
The battering ram shattered the wooden door and the counting man threw two
tear gas grenades in. Mulder and Scully burst into the smoke blanketed room
on the heels of the two SWAT members.
"Federal Agents!" Mulder and Scully both shouted.
"Caiga sus armas, y mienta completamente en el suelo!" Scully shouted. She
looked at Mulder, "I had Garcia tell me how to say 'drop your weapons, and
lie flat on the floor." Mulder nodded and they move through the room. The
cries of hostages' suffering the results of tear gas were now audible.
"Over here!" one of the SWAT men yelled, "here they are! Drop it! Drop it!"
They heard a weapon dropping to the ground, and ran over to help the SWAT
member arrest the terrorist.
"No! Usted no puede pararnos!" Mulder heard from behind him, then gunfire.
***
Scully heard several shots ring out and instinctively dropped to the ground.
Everything seemed in slow motion, her moves were sluggish. She turned her
head to look behind her and found the source of the gun fire. A terrorist,
eyes red from the tear gas and blinded by his own tears, was strafing in all
directions. She saw Mulder behind her still standing.
His right shoulder snapped forward with impact and a cloud of red blood burst
out, then his shoulder hung limply. A fraction of a second after the first
slug hit his shoulder, a second grazed his neck exiting with another, bigger,
puff of red blood. Mulder's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to
the ground.
"No!" Scully yelled filled with rage and a sudden fierce hatred. She rolled
on her back and emptied her gun in the man's chest. Even after her gun
clicked "empty" she tried to fire more shots. She stopped, got up, and ran to
where Mulder had fallen.
The other SWAT members took care of arresting the remaining terrorists.
Scully bent next to Mulder's limp form. No, no, no, no…she repeated in her
head, please God, no.
"Somebody get an ambulance! Officer down! Get a god damn ambulance here, now!"
Oh God, this looks bad. Mulder's shirt was soaked with crimson blood. Scully
ripped off her coat and covered him with it. There was a trickle of blood
coming out of the corner of his lip. She pressed her hand on his neck wound.
This is the worst one, Agent Scully thought, slipping into Doctor Scully. It
must've punctured his trachea if he has blood in his mouth. Scully lifted his
head to keep him from choking on his own blood.
If it grazed his jugular he'll most likely bleed to death before an ambulance
ever gets here. She looked at her watch 5:13, great, rush hour. Blood oozed
out from between her fingers.
He may have lost too much already, a voice in the back of her head said.
***
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