Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

Chapter Twelve: Stung slowly

My senses began to flood back to me, ever so slowly. My back was pressed against the cold metal truck door and I sat on the rough gravel floor. I rubbed my eyes and attempt to focus on the scene in front of me. As I regain my eyesight, I spotted Evan swinging his double-bladed dagger at an assassin who was wielding some kind of spear with two hands. I watch the fight briefly, spectating Evan going to town on the assassin. I scan the floor beside me, searching for anything that can help turn the odds in our favor. I spot my M4-A1 rifle lying next to me. I pick up the weapon slowly and take sight at the mysterious hooded assassin. As the two traded each other blow after blow, I felt tempted to put a bullet in-between her eyes but I hesitated. She seems as young as Evan and I couldn't bring myself to end some kids life, it would haunt me for the rest of my days. I lowered the rifle and sighed to myself in frustration.

Suddenly, Evan knocks the spear of her hand and positions the knife against her throat. I mustered the strength finally stand up in good position, watching what was going to happen next. I wanted to tell him to stop, but will it give the Talon agent the opportunity to give the upper hand? I could only watch.

"Go ahead, finish the job." The young assassin taunted with a cocky smirk, fully knowing Evan didn't have the willpower to end her life. I look to Evan, standing still while he contemplates with the two tough choices that will define who he is, a soldier who only uses his powers to defend others, or a killer who takes lives without the sensibilities of right from wrong. Minutes in, Evan loosens his grip, holding off the temptation of killing her. I slowly stood up toward the two from behind.

Suddenly, the assassin kicks Evan in the stomach and flips positions, now straddling over him with a spear in her hand. She raises it over her head, steadying it to drive into Evan's skull. Without thinking, I dropped my rifle and ran toward them, sprinting as fast as I could. As I got closer, her head turns to me. Before she could react, I raised my foot up and whacked her head with a strong front kick. She falls over to the side, releasing the spear from her hand. I pulled out my pistol and trained my aim on her to see if she would get back up. Confirming she was out cold, I turn around extend a hand to Evan. As he grasps it, I pull him up on his feet.

"Thanks Aaron." Evan says out of breath. "Let's get out of here."

Before I turned around for the jeep, my attention went to the assassin. Whoever she is, my kick knocked the daylights out of her.

As Evan closes the backseat, he turns to me. "Come on, we need to get out of here."

"No, not without her. We are taking her to extraction. I can't wait to interrogate her when we head back to base." I say with anger in my eyes. I grabbed the assassin and heaved her onto my shoulder. I opened the trunk, an area with no windows the doors open from the outside, and some a filter for her to breathe. Evan gave me a nervous look as I toss the assassin down at the back of the jeep. As I head to the driver's side of the vehicle, I nearly tripped on my own feet. Evan rushes by and hoists me back up.

"Let me drive. You have been hit with a toxic dart." Evan pleads as he hoists me up.

"No, we can make it back. It isn't far from here." I protested. I was feeling like crap, but the last thing I want is to be the dead weight of the team.

"Don't be like that, you went through more than enough combat today." Evan counters back. "Besides, you don't look so good."

"You got a point there." I say with annoyance. I slowly walk to the passenger side of the vehicle. I spot the sophisticated case in the middle row of the car with Mr. Prescott resting his head on an arm chair. It seems our hostage must have been tortured for days on end and all he wanted is for his saviors to get him far away from this hell hole. As I give Evan the thumbs up, he puts the car into gear and makes his way to the land bridge, exiting from the perimeter for good.