Attack on Titan/Zelda crossover - To Hyrule and Back Again

Chapter Fourteen: Operation Arrowheart, Part II

Link's Point of View

Apparently, I'm now deemed a "major threat" to Fraternity Rose.

"You now belong to us," they keep telling me, as I'm constantly being passed around the place; cell to cell, interrogation room to interrogation room...

While the pain of the arrow still stuck in my leg is excruciating, it's overshadowed by one thought dominating my mind.

These guys are clueless.

They think they have everything handled, and that everything's going according to plan.

My oh my, are they sadly mistaken.

These assholes have absolutely no idea who they're messing with.

. . .

I'm located in a confined, bland room, handcuffed to a pipe protruding from a wall; across from me is another person, a middle-aged man, by the looks of it, in the same situation as I. There are multiple random objects scattered about the room, like paper clips, scissors, etc. and a large desk over to the right of me.

"You're really going to try and escape?" the man asks, interested yet doubtful of my intentions, as my eyes dart around the room, searching for anything useful. He has short, brown hair, along with a mustache & beard, a torn-up t-shirt, and jeans.

"I'm not going to try, Mr. Crespo, I'm gonna do."

"But you can't even stand up."

I look down at the bloody arrow jutting from my upper ankle. That is true, I guess.

"Hopefully my partner has that portion covered."

"Anyways, uh.. why are you in here, lad?"

"Don't tell them this, but I came here to find intel, and that Jessica girl figured out what was going on before I knew anything was going wrong."

"Hmph. I delivered mail here, and they thought I was a spy or something."

After a few long, boring minutes someone finally approaches the door, unlocks it, and enters, and faces the other man.

"Well, we checked your records, and you're clean; sorry for the inconvenience, we've had some problems lately and we've been taking extra precautions," the FR person (you know what, I'll just call them FRs) tells him as the FR uncuffs him.

Dammit, I was really banking on him helping me get outta this hellhole, I think, as he slowly stands up and looks the FR in the eye. Wait, what is he -

Mr. Crespo punches the FR smack in the forehead, instantly knocking the FR out, sending him to the ground. He turns his head, grinning, and looks at me.

"Now, about that escape plan," he tells me, as he hurriedly uncuffs me, "what ideas did you have in mind, exactly?"

"W-what are... how di - nevermind, but you're gonna have to carry me."

He reluctantly picks me up by my torso, and holds me by his side and sticks his head out the doorway.

"Any bright ideas?"

"Take a left," I say, as the wound on my ankle worsens. I really hope I can heal this in time...

"Shit," he says.

"What?"

"Some of those goons are headed straight this way. Can I borrow that arrow?"

"Can you what?"