CARMEN, riverdale.

' dereliction '

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     WHY DOES it seem like everytime they take down a set of five guards, there is a wave of ten that keeps appearing? Carmen didn't like being double-crossed. Neither did Robin, but she knew she had to do it or else she'd lose everyone.

In a snap, most likely.

They were still running, and as impressive as their endurance and stamina were, even the father and daughter can't stand against that. Carmen blames that on the nonstop chaos and the few hours deprived of their rest.

Her eyes widened, seeing two familiar hunched forms appearing suddenly behind two glass doors, followed by the domineering stance of Jack Lind, who seems to be making small talk. If Carmen stared hard enough, she could see his mouth moving along.

Robin snorted beside her, through his pants as he sees the same traitor, his wife's old friend. "Damn, and I thought his face would change and turn out like his insides."

Carmen had never seen their heads whip back, looking around until they see the two Murdocks on the other side. The three men dashed towards the doors, hurriedly unlocking it. They had ten seconds to make it, Carmen had studied these same, timer-controlled doors.

Her father was now gasping beside her as he grasps his abdomen, but his hand found refuge on her back, urging her forward as he fell back, his face red and soaking with sweat.

"No, dad," Carmen protested, grabbing him by the shirt with her weakened, tired arms. With a new burst of strength and energy, she began dragging him with all that was left of the seconds. Seven.

She could hear Sweet Pea's voice, spouting out words of encouragement while Elliot handled the guards chasing them by firing off rounds. Six.

Robin tripped, grunting as he panted against the floor and dragged Carmen down with him to her knees. He protested and tried to push and beckon her to run, leave him, but Carmen wouldn't have it. Five.

She tugged him back to his feet as the father and daughter began their way again. A long way, but Carmen had faith that they'll make it. Atleast close that she could throw her father past the doors and make a run for it. Four.

With wide, hurried steps, she let out a guttural, frustrated yell, her entire frame straining to support him. She was sure her fingers were numbed by now, because of how tight she clung to his shirt. Three.

Another step, and with all that she had, Carmen threw Robin past the glass doors and on to Jack and Elliot. Two.

She stayed where she was as Robin lurched forward, his eyes wide and animalistic, "No, no! Carmen, you can't do this to me, no! Carmen!" One.

A gun bumped against her foot as Sweet Pea had slid on the floor, his expression pained and she thought she'd seen tears in his eyes. The last they could remember of her was her expression, like a wounded animal who knew she was about to die. "I'm sorry."

She turned her head as soon as bullets ricocheted off the glass doors, and made a turn to run for it, completely the opposite way she'd come and ignored her father's cries, the way he banged against the glass, desperate for it to break so he could take her back and save her.

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     "SOMETHING'S WRONG," Apollo frowned, looking over the laptop screen and looked up just in time to see an exotic blonde approaching him. None other than Adelaide Tremaine and Christian Yale coming to greet him. Adelaide, the same woman who he saved back in Budapest by inadvertently shoving her out of the tent that he'd caught her snooping in, yelling for her to run. Adelaide, the woman who was actually his fellow combat medic's fiancé.