ON HOLD - [Isle, 9] The Mercenary - A Fanfiction

[5] Caught

Riley's POV:

The sun set slowly past the horizon, blotches of storm clouds building. I watched my radio silently. No response. I checked my watch. Those men could be anywhere. I palmed my pistol holster, hoping it would make me feel a bit safer. I pulled out the radio from my belt, contacting the Radio Tower.

"Riley to Radio."

"This is Gwen. Grace is currently out, Riley. What's up?"

"I think Buck and Fawn are dead."

Silence met the statement. Gwen cleared her throat.

"Damn. Um. Have you seen Evan or Jordan?"

"No. Grace told me I should stay in the tower to avoid being spotted." I grumbled, crouching down to turn on the small jet boil stove.

"Alrighty. I..." The woman paused. "We've never had someone die before." Gwen said quietly.

"Yeah." I swallowed thickly. I wasn't really close to Buck or Fawn, but they were good people to be around. "I'm gonna go get ready to sleep. 'Night."

"'Night."

I switched the radio off, sitting down onto the bedroll. I filled a small pot that I found in the fishing hut with water, placing it above the burner. I yawned a little on my own accord, watching the water slowly build up bubbles.

"Elias to Watchtower." The radio chimed, startling me slightly. I picked up the radio.

"Riley." I answered.

"Brent wanted me to tell you there are five entities approaching the clearing behind the Watchtower."

My heart stopped for a moment. Five entities. The five men that dropped in from the helicopter.

"Ok, thanks for telling me." I turned the radio off, leaning back. A wave of drowsiness washed over me. I started panicking. If the men are there, are they affected by the sleep cycle? We do, but when the B-Corop scientists came, they weren't. Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße!

I stood up, slightly wobbling, snatching an extra bunch of magazines for my pistol before collapsing, my vision fading to black, falling unconscious.

Commander's POV:

I waved Spotter to move ahead and up the hill. The scout had caught a glimpse of a person inside the wooden Watchtower perched on the apex of a small cliff-like hill. Spotter and Gunner approached the tower with Commander in the lead, Sniper hanging back behind with Medic near the thin bushes. Spotter began ascending the ladder.

"Platform clear." The man waved Gunner and I up. I took the lead, Gunner watching out six. We all knew no prisoner would be able to attack us, but the Subject would. We had to all be on high alert.

"Commander, you're clear to check the room," Gunner muttered, looking about. I climbed up the next ladder, slipping quietly into the wrap-around balcony. The windows were blackened from the outside, preventing me from checking the inside. Spotter and Medic climbed up behind me. Medic flicked his glasses off.

"Take a look at this." Medic mumbled, shocked slightly.

There was a woman collapsed on the floor, chest rising and falling peacefully, yet her face displayed shock. Her hand was latched onto a holster on the left thigh, a small MP3 player and ear buds poking out of the gray conversion cargo pants. I looked back at the field medic.

"Grab her and drag her out. We'll get some answers out of her."

-Time Skip-

I watched Gunner, bored. The British man was cleaning his LMG, the large and formidable weapon in pieces. Medic and Sniper were playing cards with Spotter, probably Black Jack. I glanced over to the girl. Probably in her twenty or thirties. The scar on the left side of her face looked nasty, it must have been painful. I was about to stand up when the woman shifted, groaning. Medic glanced over, jumping to his feet.

"What-" The woman squinted her brown eyes, disoriented. She suddenly widened her eyes, jerking in the chair Gunner had tied her to. "Ficken..." The woman hissed.

3rd Person POV:

"Ah. German." Medic hummed. Commander looked at the other men, who were eyeing Riley. The field medic walked towards her, crossing his arms.

"Wer bist du?" Medic asked. Riley spat onto the ground.

"Ich könnte dich dasselbe fragen."

"Nun, es spielt keine Rolle, Riley. Ich wollte nur sehen, ob Sie kooperieren." The man chuckled to himself, narrowing his eyes dangerously. Medic turned to Commander. "She's a tough nut to crack, for sure. But I'll be able to get through. She doesn't have that thick of skin."

Riley made a disgruntled expression at the words. Spotter smirked.

"Ah, so she understands English. At least enough to understand your insult, Matt."

Riley rolled her eyes behind their backs. Sniper jabbed a thumb towards Riley.

"What are we gonna do with her?"

Gunner snorted. "Medic will squeeze intel out of her. What else would we be doing with her?"

Riley had the nerve to sneer, "Ach, da fällt mir eins ein. Ich sehe fünf Schläger wie Sie, die sich alle tief genug bücken, um es zu tun." All five of them turned sharply to face Riley. Commander watched Riley with lidded eyes warily.

"She said that she can think of an idea of what we could do to her. Called us thugs." Medic supplied. Sniper scoffed.

"Us thugs? Girly, you certainly have the nerve. You all probably already killed most of each other, we're just here to finish the job for you."

"Oh yeah? All twenty-four of us were alive until this morning," Riley snarled. Commander noted silently the anger coming off of her in waves. Gunner raised an eyebrow, not believing her.

"Yeah, sure." The man snorted. Riley didn't bother to defend herself.

Spotter looked around the warehouse they had dragged Riley into earlier. "Well, it doesn't matter. Whatever happens, it's not like she can do anything to stop it.

Riley chuckled to herself quietly, but stayed silent. Commander rolled his shoulders. "Alright. Medic, do your thing. The rest of you, follow me. I want to get an idea of what's around here." Commander cast one final piercing glance at Riley before sweeping around and swiftly exiting the side of the warehouse. Medic flicked out a scalpel, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face.

"This'll be fun, mein liebling."

A/N: Yeah lol I used a little bit of google translate. I can't speak German fluently, but oh well.