Le Saints

See You Again

Seeing Serkan reflected from the bullet, Eda takes this opportunity to attack the woman from the back and destabilize her, managing to do it easily. Serkan runs towards Eda to help her immobilize the woman, but she looked like she didn't need his help. He kicked the gun far away, just for precaution. "You'll rot the rest of your short life in jail," he hears Eda murming. "As you deserve, filthy whore", she comes closer to Veronica and spits on the floor near her. Moments later, a few agents arrive to the alley they were in. "We heard shots", Ferit comes saying, and perceives they caught the runaway lady. "It's all okay", Serkan just nods and walks out of the alley, feeling pain. "You're limping, did you hurt yourself?", Eda comes running after him, worried. "I probably landed wrong some time", he says, reaching a hand to his knee to massage it. When his hand gets back to his sight, it's full of blood. "Ah", he whines. "Damn it," he starts to limp towards the wall to lean back and inspect the wound. "Don't worry", he says after Eda starts to panick. "I'm fine", he gently touches her shoulder, but that does not ease her. "You're hurt, Serkan, we need to get to the hospital", she says and moves to put his body over hers, to be his support so he can walk. "I'll deal with this", he says, taking her hands away. Instead, he takes a full look on her and then cups her face. "Are you well? Did she do anything to you? What did she say?", he asks, worried. "Nothing, she just threw in some offenses and empty threats, I'm good", she clarifies. "But you're not, hadi", she insists and he lets her take him to one of the agents' car seat. "Ferit", she calls the friend, that had just handed Veronica to Interpol. "Can you take him to the hospital? He's shot on the knee", Eda points to his injured leg. "Allah Allah, you got shot? Congrats", Ferit snorts and bends down to take a look. Serkan giggles and nods. This was an internal joke. Serkan was rarely shot in operations, so when he did Ferit didn't lose an opportunity to mock him and even give him a gift of congrats. That clown. "It's probably a graze shot", Serkan says. "Yeah, it doesn't seem deep but we need to take care of it", Ferit says and walks to an agent, asking to bring him a car. Serkan remembers what he had seen when he left Le Saints looking for Eda: about the cops. "Ferit", he gestures with his finger for the man to come closer. "I noticed something", he says, lower. "The police didn't seem too interested in our op, we need to check this," his finger rests on his beard, he's thoughtful. "What you mean, abi?", Ferit has a suspicion, but needs confirmation. "What you're thinking, Ferit. Something is odd, the police was of no help for us," he was going to continue but another agent was approaching, saying that the car arrived. "We talk later", Serkan mouthed and Ferit nods. With both Eda and Ferit's support, Serkan manages to walk to the car, despite the growing pain on his knee and the bloody wound that seemed to be leaking all the blood off his body. Serkan asks Eda to stay on the scene with Ferit, to wrap things up and to see how to proceed with the girls that were just freed. They'd need support, identification and protection. Another agent, Leyla, went with him to the hospital to check his wound, which turned out to be nothing serious. A bandage and few meds would do. Still in Le Saints, Ferit shares his suspicion about the local PD with a fellow agent, from Interpol. "That's no surprise, the police is an ally to the rings", he says, nonchalant. "Did you think you could count on them, abi?", he snorts, slapping his shoulder. "At least a little..."? He pauses, thoughtful. "At least pretend they're not criminals", Ferit bursts out giggling, cause there was nothing else to do. At least they had Interpol. They weren't stupid to just count on local police to do that, but also they didn't count on the full PD being a bunch of corrupts. "What do we do, then?", Ferit asks. "We can't let them in charge", he thinks. "Don't worry, we'll take care of it", he winks. Vans started to arrive to take the girls to a safe space and help them with identification, contacting the families and all, and Eda went to personally bid farewell to each one of those girls that became her protégées for so many months. "I'm proud of you", she says to one. "I will miss you", she tells another. She hugs one. Kisses the smallest girl in the forehead. "You're going home now," she reassures another, that was emotional. "Don't cry", she hugs one of them. "You're free, be happy", she tells another. When she has hugged every single girl and the last van left that dirty place, she felt peaceful. She took a deep breath and looked to the sky, with teary eyes. She'd been through a lot, was part of so many different and equally hard missions, but none ever felt so personal and emotional to her like this. She was grateful things ended up well. And it was all team work. She remembered of Serkan and his injury. She rushed to Ferit and asked him to take her to where he was. Where she'd spend the night taking care of him until his knee stopped hurting and he could walk without limping.