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

[6] Fighter

Medic's POV:

(2 hours later)

I sat a couple of feet away from Riley, who was completely unconscious. She clearly proved to be a tough nut to crack, blacking out before ever even hinting at anything important. I checked the knife I was sharpening. It was a wonderful blade, the edges sharp and in prime condition. The KM2000 was clearly an important possession of Riley's, as it clearly had been cleaned and detailed to perfection.

"Was für eine schöne Klinge." I hummed to myself, running a nail over the razor-sharp steel blade. It wasn't sexy or sleek in its rough and militaristic appearance, but that type of design sang to me. Almost as good looking as a scalpel. Almost. The scalpel is to be used to save peoples' lives, but could easily take one with a well-placed slash. Just before I completely zoned out, the crackle of a radio caught my attention.

"Medic? Do you copy?"

Sh*t. Commander.

I scrambled to get my radio, ripping it off of the velcro slot on my chest.

"Medic here."

"Wonderful. It's about to hit dusk, so keep an extra eye out. I don't like the idea of you being alone, I'll try and get the squad to get back soon, so be careful for me."

"Copy. Out."

I looked up, silently cursing. The rest of the guys were still probably an hour out, exploring the generators on the other side of the lake. They could make it, but it would leave me alone for another hour, an unknown amount of possible hostels that were out to hunt them. I rubbed my face, pulling out a small syringe from my vest velcro pocket. The stimulants in it would give me an adrenaline boost, just in case I were to be ambushed.

I thumbed my submachine gun on my chest in thought. The warehouse I was in was only accessible through the electrical gate in the front, one that was powered by the generators on the strip of beach on the southern side of the island. I felt my eyelids droop, and soon fully closed, enveloping me in a comfortable cocoon of darkness.

-(time skip)-

"How long have I been out?"

I jerked slightly, being ripped from my sleep. I wasn't expecting the hoarse voice of Riley yet. I estimated she would be unconscious for another two hours.

I stood up, cracking my back. "Ah. You certainly are a pretty little fighter, aren't you?" I grunted at the woman, shoving the KM2000 and the syringe into a pant pocket. Riley scoffed, but fell silent when I sent her a withering look.

"Where did the others go?" She asked.

"You aren't in a position to ask questions, woman." I sneered. Riley rolled her eyes. I walked over to an empty shelf, one that would normally be stocked with fuses. I turned to face her, a blank face with mild boredom plastered over my face.

"You prisoners have certainly been working on improving your Island," I chuckled blankly. Riley watched silently. When I sighed, turning away from her, I swore I heard someone shouting.

"Medic!"

I whipped around, spotting four masculine figures approaching the perimeter of the warehouse gate. I grinned, walking to the gate, opening the metal barrier for the rest of my squad to enter.

"How was the excursion?" I joked. Gunner shrugged in response.

"Same old, same old. Well, we did find someone. Male, average height, had a rifle and a drone." I notice Riley stiffen when Gunner mentioned a drone. I narrowed my eyes.