Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 48

Ruma had herself wrapped around Deon. Ratok was protecting her, and so she was protecting Deon. Even in this fucked up situation, she was still following her natural genetics.

Ratok occasionally reached back to grab Ruma. As a comfort action.

"You still won't tell me why?" Ratok demanded.

"No I won't," Beskra said, waiting by the door watching for someone.

"Did you poison the Quadrant?" Ratok asked.

Beskra smiled, "I was pretty slick on that one, was almost certain you caught me. But you never did."

Ratok remained quiet after that. He was thinking about what to do. He stepped back keeping an eye in Beskra so that he could return to Ruma's side.

They waited inside for a while. The silence was getting to them. When the sounds of step came up. Beskra looked out.

"There they are."

He stepped just outside the door to wave someone down. "I have them in here!" He yelled.

A Crack of a pistol going off filled the air. Beskra yowled and dipped back, as several more rounds of ammunition went off in repetition.

The sharp sent of blood filled the room. As Beskra slammed the door beside him. His arm had been grazed pretty badly.

"What the hell." The look of bewilderment on his face, was a bit of sweet revenge for earlier.

"Your allies holding a gun to you? Hmm, whatever does that feel like." Ratok jumped to his feet.

Ruma watched the room. While Ratok was silent in his head, so was she in hers.

She hopped to her feet, ripping off the sleeve of her shirt and walking over to Beskra. Tighting it around the wound.

"Why are you helping him?" Ratok questioned.

Ruma turned, being very firm with each sign, "He is the only one that can help us right now. He knows their plans, and what to look out for. Yes they fired on him, but they couldn't make their plans unless he gave them information on the compound."

Ratok grumbled. "You live. For now,"

Beskra nodded, his was weak and he wasn't in a place to hold his gun. So Ratok snagged it from him.

"How many were out there?"

"Three, two on the left. One of the right, a pace between the left and right."

Ratok snorted. He took a deep breath, as he made sure the gun was good to good. He opened the door and opened fire. There was only two rounds returned hitting the side of the building before it went silent again.

"Let's go. We've drawn attention no doubt. Beskra, you're up with me, your gonna let me know where they should be."

They made their way through the compound like this.

Opening fire every so often. It took them the better part of an hour in the dark to get to where the generator was.

In that time Ratok allowed Beskra to pick up a weapon. One he could hold with his non bum arm.

They got to the door. Ruma took it from here, she was quicker about the wiring and codes needed. Even with the power out, each door had a small back up, to keep things secure.

As she was working on overriding it and getting it open. Another shot went off bouncing off near her head. She squeaked and ducked.

"Hurry Ruma." Ratok ushered.

Ruma quickly went back hearing the guns firing off behind her. Deon. Watched, she was shaking, as she stared. This wasn't shutting down, this was the look of someone remembering.

He hopped up. "Ruma, just tell me what to do I'll take over." She nodded and quickly ran him through the steps.

In seconds the door cracked open and they dipped inside to where their was a second door.

Another round, and Ratok let out a painful growl. They shut the door, Ruma looked back to see blood started to form around his leg. They had caught him in the shin.

"Ratok" her voice stung.

He quickly worked to make his own tourniquet. "I'm fine. I need you and Deon to go ahead and get the generator going."

She shook her head no. She wasn't about to leave him.

"Ruma I said go! Get it on or we will die here!" He pointed down the hall. He was purposefully being rough. She needed it, they'd make up later but if she didn't go there would be no later.

She backed up trembling but nodded grabbing Deon and heading to the next door.