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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 12, 2007 20:34:50 GMT -5
Brandon continued to lay on the bed, out cold. His blood level was down and his skin was pale. He was to weak to even wake up from the sharp pain that the iodine should have caused him. As Aria picked up the phone and hit send another man picked up on the other head. Password. The man asked.
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Post by Arai on Sept 12, 2007 20:40:39 GMT -5
Normally, Arai was calm and level headed, kind to people even when they were irritating. But his was too much. She should have guessed this military man had some sort of password for stuff. Brandon could die, and this man was wanting a password, one she didn't have. "Listen!" she said irritably, "I have a guy here named Brandon and he could die! I don't need a stupid password, just help me!"
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 12, 2007 20:42:30 GMT -5
The voice on the other line was very silent for a moment. " How do i know that you are not the one trying to kill him? " Asked the voice. The man on the other line was trained not to give anything away in cause someone somehow got Brandon's phone.
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Post by Arai on Sept 12, 2007 20:55:17 GMT -5
She breathed out her nose heavily in frustration. "Okay, if I had wanted to kill him, then why am I at a Motel 6 with him unconscious on the bed after I just removed a bullet from his side? If I had wanted to kill him, I would have left him alone. But he will die if he doesn't get help soon," she explained. Arai thumped her head against the wall in an attempt to express her frustration. She decided it was time to switch to a different tactic. "Could you sleep at night if you knew that you had let your friend die when it was in your power to save him?" she asked.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 12, 2007 22:05:47 GMT -5
He voice was silent once again, not responding at all. " We are in a war. There will always be casualties." Then there was a click and the man on the other line hung up the phone.
Thirty minutes later a van pulled silently into the parking lot. Four men jumped out and made no noise. They knew where Brandon was to the exact room for they had traced the call. They took positions and then as quick as lighting one man burst down the door and one crashed through the window. The flashlights attached to the M4's shown brightly and they spotted the woman and Brandon. One man tacked Arai to the ground and pinned her there and placed a gun to her chest. " Don't Move! " He yelled as the other three made sure the room was clear.
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Post by Arai on Sept 12, 2007 22:18:46 GMT -5
Resisting the urge to throw the phone against the wall, Arai put it in her pocket. Picking up the bullet, she put it in her other pocket for evidence. Sitting beside Brandon's unconscious form, she regularly checked his pulse and breathing. Over time he got progressively worse, his body becoming more and more still, his pulse becoming so faint it was hard to find. She sat there, wondering if they would send help or just leave them. About half an hour later, lights shone through the window. Standing, she walked over just as the glass shattered inwards and the door pooped off the hinges. In a surprisingly short period of time, she was pinned to the ground staring at the barrel of a gun. "I can't move," she replied sarcastically. As the men moved towards Brandon, she lifted her head and yelled as best she could, "Don't move my patient! You'll just hurt him!"
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 7:31:10 GMT -5
As Arai began to scream something about her patient another man looked over at the man who was ontop of her. " Shut her up!. " He yelled as the Marine who was on top of Arai grabbed a rag and gagged her with it, rolling her over quickly and placing her in handcuffs before getting off of her and going over to the bed. All Arai could hear was some whispers about this and that and how to move him. In another moment another truck pulled up and four men with a stretcher came and placed Brandon on it and took him into the van. The other four picked up Arai and threw her into the first van. They did not care about bruising her, as they threw her onto the hard steel van. All of this was done in under five minutes as the vans pulled away into the night.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 8:17:27 GMT -5
She fought against the sweaty, dry taste of the rag in her mouth, trying to spit it out to mo avail. She found her face pressed against the rough carpet, smelling the sour scent of cigarette smoke and foot odor. She listened to their whispers. If only they could see that she was just trying to help. He was going into shock, for heavens sake! They didn't know about his wound, or how much blood he had lost. Brandon could die if they didn't move him properly. The next minute she heard the sound of car tires crunching on the cracked asphalt. Then her arms were wrenched backwards as she was yanked harshly upright. One thing was for sure, these men had no respect for women. She caught a glimpse of a stretcher with Brandon's still, white form on it before she was hurled face first into the van. Unable to break her fall with her hands, she hit the metal floor hard, causing her to see stars. As the van began to move out, she was jostled and tumbled about, unrestrained except for the biting cold of the handcuffs. Rolling against a wall with a thud, she managed to at least push herself laboriously upright. Her face stung, and she could feel the wet stickiness of blood begin to trickle down her cheeks. Fighting the tears that sprung to her eyes, she waited for the worst to happen.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 11:38:32 GMT -5
The vans continued to drive for what seemed like days. Finally, after about two hours of driving the vans pulled up and the sound of gravel under the tires could be heard. Then after five minutes of this the vans finally came to a stop. The men in the front hoped out and left her in the black truck. The sun came up and beat down on the van and soon it was mid-day. The temperature inside the van easily reach 100 plus degrees and still no one came out to release her from her bonds.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 12:09:38 GMT -5
She had closed her eyes, fighting the waves of pain and weariness that swept over her. Arai had hit her head hard, and she could sense a lump forming. The side of her face was scraped up, dried now, and stinging. She felt the van jounce to a stop and heard the sounds of doors opening and closing. She watched the back door expectantly, waiting for it to be opened. But it never was. As the minutes slowly ticked by, she saw the sun stream in through the tinted windows. It was morning now, and she had begun to think they didn't intend to get her out. She couldn't scream; the gag was still in her throat, now damp with her saliva. As the van got hotter and hotter, she scrunched to the side, avoiding the hot metal floor as much as she could. She worked on getting the gag out; contorting her face and looking around for anything that the cloth would catch on. As the heat increased, so did her breathing, but she could only suck in so much air through her nose. Fortunately, she was flexible and managed to lie down on her side, reach her foot up, and step on the very edge of the cloth, holding it down. With a few tugs, the gag was out and she gasped thankfully for breath. Chest heaving, sides aching from the strain of having her hands behind her, she lay there, eyes closed, shirt damp from perspiration, hair sticking to her forehead.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 15:48:17 GMT -5
The day continued to drag on into the afternoon, when the sun was beaming its hottest. As she lay in the van, drenched in her own sweat she finally heard voices outside of the van. " She would let her out? " asked one voice. " No..lets make her sweat it out for a little while longer. " The other man said calmly. " We don't know who she is and Brandon isn't awake yet. We will wait for his word. " Then the voices stopped and the van continued to get hotter and hotter.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 15:54:47 GMT -5
She listened to their callous comments as she panted on the metal floor. The van felt like an oven; she could practically see the waves of heat rising from the floor. With a groan, she managed to wriggle upright again, making it easier to breath. Now none of her bare skin touched the metal, bu her jeans still didn't protect her that well. Her shirt was soaked, warm against her skin, and her hair was limp against her head. She tried to slow her breathing, because she couldn't see anywhere that more air was getting in. At this rate, the carbon dioxide could build until she had no more oxygen left. Times like these it was not much of a comfort to know a lot about medicine. Arai knew the symptoms of carbon dioxide quite well, and she knew it was not a pleasant way to die. So Brandon was still alive, at least. Unless they got him a blood transfusion, his chances of awakening got less and less. She decided that if she had to die, she would die with dignity. These men wouldn't know manners if they came up and kicked them in the rear. Straightening her back, she rested her head against the side of the van, closing her eyes.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 16:06:26 GMT -5
Finally after some time long in the van the two men came back to the van and opened the back doors opened. They figured she would try and attack them in some way so the had their bodies turned so that her kicks would not reach them. " Well Miss, its your lucky day. " Said one man with a laugh. " Apparently Brandon said that you are clear and that you don't have to stay in the van any longer. " He said as he stepped over to her and took of the handcuffs as the other man handed her a jug of water. " You are free to come inside. We will take you to see Mr. Smith if you would like. " He said calmly.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 16:14:50 GMT -5
Eyes closed, she felt a wave of cool air rush over her heated skin. Opening her eyes, she regarded them cooly, a look of silent detatchment upon her face. She was still as the man uncuffed her, then she stepped out of the van unassisted, refusing to grimace at the pain in her cramped muscles. If they thought that after handcuffing her, tossing her roughly in a van, then leaving her there to die they could all of a sudden just be all friendly with her, they had another thing coming. Accepting the jug of water, she looked at the man and said, "Thank you." Then she delicately lifted it to her lips, tilting it back. As much as she wanted to, Arai would not let herself gulp the water. Instead, she swallowed a few times, line of her neck pulsing a bit, and then brought it down. Fixing the first man with a cool, practiced look of disdain from her light brown eyes, she replied in an icy tone, "How very kind of you, sir, to invite me in. I would be pleased to accept your offer." And with that, she swept past them towards the building, head held upright and proud, posture perfect and gait smooth, cooly ignoring them.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 16:18:53 GMT -5
The men nodded as she spoke and then she turned and began to walk. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and followed her inside. They took her to the room where Brandon was resting. It looked like a hospital room. Machines and cords, plastic bags full of blood for the blood transplant, the whole nine yards. Brandon opened his eyes as he heard them come in. He gestured to the other two men to leave. They saluted and then left and closed the door. " I hope they did not treat you to poorly. " He said with a sigh as he looked up at her once again.
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