The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 70

"Done," was all Fang said, and Sentinel couldn't help but shake his head. Cardinal had stopped screaming forever ago, but Fang had continued to pull the man apart until he was hardly even recognizable.

"We better go then, before the others get here." Sentinel said, finally turning back around. As much as he was trying to be tougher, some of the things the captain did to Cardinal had made him downright queasy.

Fang was slowly standing up from where he'd been sitting on Cardinal's body. He was covered in blood; his arms were soaked up to his elbows in it, and the rest of his body was either splattered or caked in it. He had one hand on his leg, pushing off of it to straighten up, and groaned when he did. He stretched, his back popping, and wiped his knife off on his blood-soaked jeans before sheathing it and turning towards Sentinel. 

"You're right, and I need to grab the rest of my knives off the bodies before we leave." Fang started towards the door, limping heavily. Sentinel put a hand on his shoulder as he walked by.

"Fang, you're hurt." Sentinel dropped his eyes to Fang's leg, which still had two holes in it oozing blood. 

"I'm fine." Fang shrugged off Sentinels hand and continued towards the door, leaving bloody footprints as he did so. "The mission ain't done yet. When it is, we can worry about my cuts and bruises."

"As you wish." Sentinel said.

"Good, now let's see how the others are." With that, Fang keyed his comm. Sentinel had damn near forgotten about the one in his ear, with everything else that had gone on. "Fang to the Eyes, anybody there?"

Static answered them, and Fang let out an irritated sigh.

"I swear to god I'm replacing all of these when we get back. I don't know if it's the rain, or something in the way they built these buildings, or what, but I am so tired of not being able to check in with the others."  

Fang continued walking down the hall, and Sentinel followed him, noticing that his limp was disappearing as he moved. The bleeding wasn't slowing down though, and by the time they got back to the foyer, Fang was leaving a steady trail behind him. When he started to bend down and grab one of his knives out of a body, he stumbled, and Sentinel had to grab him to keep him from falling on his face.

"Alright captain, sit before you fall," Sentinel said, trying to put some authority in his voice. Whether it worked or if Fang couldn't help it, but he sat heavily on the floor. He stayed on the floor while Sentinel collected the knives, then together they stored them back in Fang's jacket. Fang also took Sentinel's hand to heave him to his feet, then walked him to the doors. When Sentinel started clearing the furniture that was blocking the main doors, Fang started walking on his own again. By the time the doors were clear, Fang opened them first and stepped out, his limp gone again. 

It was still dark outside, but at least the rain had stopped. The truck was parked about ten feet from the door, and Ranger was sitting in the driver seat with his rifle pointed out the window. The sniper lowered the gun when he saw them, opening the door and getting out. The back door opened as well, and Chesyr jumped out and ran over to them.

"Did you do it?" she asked, her voice a mix of hope and worry. She broke out in a smile when Sentinel nodded.

"We got them." He said, his smile matching hers.

"It's done." Fang spoke loudly enough that everyone could hear him. Sentinel heard cheers from the truck, Oracle and Vyper as well as Ranger's coming from the bed. "Let's get this place lit up and move on to the final part of our mission."

Ranger was already moving towards them, gasoline cans taken from who knows where in each hand. He handed one to Sentinel, and a book of matches to Fang.