Urbex

Extraction

Nolan's POV

I speed walk through the sliding doors, my eyes darting around the crowded waiting room. I see three men, each wearing dark sunglasses and white polos, the taller of them talking to the nurse behind the desk. "Must be the same guys." I mutter. One of the two other men turns their head, noticing me and whispering something to the third man. "Shit." I walk quickly to the double doors leading to the patient rooms, shoving through them and ignoring the commands of passing nurses to turn around. I duck into rooms left and right, searching actively for my wounded friend. One of the doctors steps in front of me, pressing his palm to my chest. I recognize him as one of the polo guys. "You can't-" I cut him off, pulling his arm behind him and slamming his head into the wall. "I'm in no sort of mood." I grumble. His two lackeys emerge from opposite sides of the hall, seemingly having just checked the two rooms. I notice a scalpel in each of their hands. I brace myself, bringing up my fists. The two stomp toward me, and I realize both of them are probably at least fifty pounds heavier than me and look quite strong. I pull up my jacket, revealing my revolver. The two don't even slow down as they keep moving toward me. Not wanting to get police involved just yet, I look over and notice a fire axe. I open the case, lifting out my equalizer in this fight. The two men seem to hesitate now as the overhead sprinklers spray them down. I sprint quickly toward both of them, slapping one hard in the forehead with the side of the axehead and pounding the other in the nose with the rear of the handle, managing to knock both of them out. I drop the axe, not wanting to attract any more attention than was needed. I duck into the elevator, pressing the button for the next floor up out of the five the building had. I reach the second floor, and as I step into the hallway someone punches me to the floor. Ears ringing, I feel myself starting to be dragged away from the hallway and toward the stairwell. Through blurred vision I pull my revolver, aiming for the window and firing a single shot before one of my captors snatches it from my hand.

Siegfried's POV

As I watch the building, awaiting Nolan and Fenix's return. I hear a shot, and one of the windows shatters on the second floor. "I'll take that as my queue." I mutter, tossing on the bullethole ridden flannel shirt and jeans, still damp with my blood. I climb quickly out of the RV and decide to try something. I start sprinting toward the shattered window, closing in on it quickly. I jump, far higher than I ever had before, and end up crashing through the third-floor window. "Damn it." I groan as I duck through the crowded corridor, checking rooms left and right as I go along, none containing my friend. I see that the fire alarms are going off, and head for the stairway. A muffled "Help!" Echoes through the stairway above me. "I'm coming!" I shout back, rushing up the stairs. I feel myself shift into beast form as I ascend half a flight with each bound, pouncing a soldier in a white shirt as he walks out the open door to the roof. He pulls Nolan's Webley, shooting me in the throat. I roar in pain and smash his skull flat with a colossal punch. I burst through the doorway, seeing a squad of five men loading my friends into a helicopter. The chopper's gunner notices me, spinning up a minigun. I quickly evade out of the way tearing the pilot out of the seat and tossing him off the roof. I go for the gunner next, ripping through the cockpit with my claws. He sees me, spinning the minigun around to face the inside of the helicopter. I kick the bottom of the barrel just before he can pull the trigger, and it swivels straight into his helmet with a heavy thud. I grab Fenix and Nolan, both looking to be in rough shape, and I leap down to the parking lot. Sprinting to the RV, I lay each of them down, Nolan at the table and Fenix on the bed. I shift back into human form, scrambling into the driver's seat as I see four more polo guys sprinting toward unmarked white Escalades. "How many of you bastards are there?!" I growl, throwing the RV into gear. I floor it, heading toward the only place I could think to go.

Fenix's POV

I slowly come to, my whole body in aching pain. I drowsily look around, recognizing the back of Nolan's RV. I attempt to call out, but my voice is nothing but a hoarse croak. I close my eyes again. The blare of a gun jolts me awake, and I see Sig firing through the window with his .44 at pursuing SUV's. He holds in his other hand a strange circular object made of black metal, with some kind of blue sigil inlaid into the center. He seems to be using it as a radio. "1024 Brugger Street, this is Nightingale requesting greeting party. Code Omolon!" He shouts into the device. A gravelly Australian voice then emanates from the device. "Copy, deploying contractors." "What the hell?" I manage to mutter. Sig looks back, noticing I'm awake and quickly putting away the sigil. One of the white SUV's pulls up next to us, one firing several shots into the door. Sig manages not to get hit, and we pull into what looks like a large villa type building. At least a hundred men, each of them wearing a formal suit and bearing high-grade weaponry sprint out through the building's six garage doors, lighting up the pursuing SUV's. They riddle the cars with bullets, managing to hit one driver through his open window as the other two SUVs veer off, speeding away. Siegfried stands up, several chunks of bloody copper bullets falling from his lap as he opens up the RV door. Three suited men load me and Nolan onto stretchers, carrying us outside. "I appreciate this." Siegfried says, "Least we can do." A bald, heavily scarred man says, a white eyepatch covering his right eye. Sig hands the bald guy a strange silver and green coin, and we're taken inside the villa. We're rolled in alongside Sig as he takes off his trenchcoat, revealing he too was wearing a suit. "This is a lot of publicity, I hope you know." Another man says, this one tall and husky in build with a grey goatee. "I'll make it up to you. Mannstein's in my sights, I know you've wanted him scratched out for a while now." Sig says. My mind reels to think what all of this could mean. Was Sig some form of assassin? "You can even keep half his bounty if it'd be better compensation." Sig continues. "Oh, I couldn't do that, it'd be an insult to your work." The tall man says. Sig says nothing as we enter a large, dark elevator. We seem to head down for a good ten minutes, and I figure we're miles underground. I go to check the time, noticing my watch is gone. "Damn it." I mutter. Sig looks down at me. "These guys are gonna take care of you." He says to Nolan, who seems to have woken up.. "Where are you going?" I ask. "I've got work to do." He says.