No Escape From Tarkov

Chapter 9 - How the Tables Have Turned

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"-ood... ure he..."

"Hey... hey... heeeey~ Wake up, sleepy head~" Something touched my cheek, hmm, something soft and fluffy, nice, that's nice.

I groaned quietly, my eyes refusing to open. I felt like I was squished between two warm walls padded with styrofoam and a silicone like gel.

And those voices sound familiar, I feel like I should be alarmed, but...

I'm so fucking tired, and-

A sudden throb coursed through my head, followed by my shoulder and foot. Head. Shoulder. Foot.

Head... Shoulder... Foot...

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I gasped, my eyes snapping open in an instant.

I was inside a car, but not just any car.

It was the same black car I'd pushed over the hatch, the same car I used to trap the operator's in the bunker.

The car that belonged to the operators.

THE OPERATORS!

At the driver's seat sat an orange silhouette, fuck, I couldn't focus my vision at all, I hope it's not permanent, because it's actually starting to annoy me.

Though I didn't need it to tell who it was, the fucking bitch, literally.

"Emme...line..." I breathed out, leaning into the seat. I felt so heavy, moving even the tiniest put a great strain on me.

She sighed in relief, "Phew, you're awake. Good, good. I was worried Rachel hit you a little too hard~"

"For the record, I didn't put any force behind it," the gray wolf replied, coming from my left. I felt her arm sneak around my shoulder, brushing against my neck, "If I wanted to, I could break him like a doll~" Her claws poked at my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Hey! He's mine!" Lilly wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me closer to her from the right.

This is the shit I have to deal with every time I wake up? What happened to the good old days where everyone left me alone?

"You..." I swallowed some dry spit, the taste of iron faint but present, "You... shot me."

"Mhm, but not me," Emmeline said without any care, paying attention to the road ahead.

"Hey, you gave the order," Rachel snapped back, absent-mindedly switching her hold to the injured shoulder. It was bandaged and the bleeding had stopped, leaving an ugly stain on the white, sterilized cloth.

"Y-you shot me," I repeated, realizing something very sinister, "Y-you're crazy, y-you're-"

"It's your fault," Emmeline cut me off, I swear I could see her smile in the rear-view mirror.

"WHA-" Rachel quickly silenced me with a hand, glaring daggers at me.

"Thank you. As I was saying, it's entirely your fault. If you hadn't run AWAY," Emmeline cleared her throat, regaining her cool, "And let us take care of you, we would be in Siberia right now."

Siberia?

The region?

They can get out?

Out?

OUT?!

OUT OF TARKOV?!

"Mhm mmh, mhmh, mmhm?"

She giggled in response, despite everything, it was kind of cute, "Yes, we have a way out of this hellhole. We're actually on our way there," NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! "We have a chopper ready to evac out of here, I already have everything planned out; the four of us, hidden deep in Siberia far from prying eyes~"