Army Strong

Chapter 9

"Garrison!" Nikita shouted, fear filling her head.

Her thoughts became clouded, she couldn't process what had happened, her eyes flooded, though before she was able to let a tear fall, a new emotion filled her brain. A madness, a vengefulness, her head became clear. She kneeled down at his side, still facing the Russians. She let off a stream of bullets, followed by 4 bodies thudding to the ground. She took a deep breath in relief before she remembered the tragedy at hand.

"No, no, no, no, no. Hey. Hey. Look at me. Look at me. Its gonna be ok. You are gonna be ok," she said applying pressure to his shoulder to stop the bleeding. He looked at her, his eyes half closed. A slight smile crept across his face.

"I always knew you were gunning for being the only leader," he joked. Nikita laughed through tears. "I've seen some pretty bad things in the past. The only reason I stayed here was the need to get away from home. But you gave me a new reason. You gave me something worth fighting for. You gave me purpose. Thank you Nikki," he said.

He had earned the right to call her Nikki. She smiled and stroked his soft hair. Garrisons body started to relax, his head leaning to one side, his eyes closing.

"Garrison? Garrison! Come on. Hey. Hey. Hey. Stay with me," she said quickly, shaking him. "No, no, no. NO!" She yelled. She cried rivers of tears over him.

How could she let this happen? If she hadn't made the teams split up he'd be fine. This was all her fault. She got caught in a flash back to her sisters death.

The car was upside down, she glanced over to see her sisters lifeless body in the passenger seat. She remembered screaming her name, trying to reach out to her, but she was just too far.

The flashback was broken as a thought came over her. She could save him. She had to save him. She could take him to the infirmary.  If I could get him there maybe they could save him, she thought hopefully. She grabbed an arm throwing it over her shoulder. She dragged him on one side of her. It was a struggle, but she didn't care, she had to save him. She hit the road, but saw a road block. She tried the woods, but the Russians covered it. She looked around for anyone in the military, but not a person was in sight. The Russians started coming toward them. She looked for a way out, but there wasn't one. She was surrounded. An area that looked like a good hiding spot became visible. She dragged him up to it, and put him there. She stayed with him for a second, but it occurred to her that they would find them. She had to create a distraction to lead them away. She made sure he was comfortable, took a deep breath, and she began to run.

She made it into the tree line before she they surrounded her. They grabbed her and tied her arms behind her back. They asked her name, by which she responded with an explicit. They slapped her, then began walking her back to their car. There were two guards on either side of her, and two in the front seat. The odds were not in her favor. She had no gun, no back-up, she didn't even have her hands. She was out of options. They didnt drive far before pulling to a halt.

Grabbing her out of the car and shoving her into the metal seat was their next step. The chair had cuffs on the arms which they snapped closed over her wrists. She tried to fight them but they were too strong. They strapped her legs into the cuffs in the chair next. Then they walked out. She immediatly checked out her surroundings. She figured out that the chair she was in was for electrocution. To her right she saw a tray filled with utensils. A knife, hammer, and needles, lots of needles. They were going to torture information out of her. She struggled, trying to get out of the cuffs. Looking back at the utensils, she realized if she can reach the knife she can use it to get free. She used her elbow to inch the tray closer. Though she was barely able to get the knife into her hand when the door opened. She tucked the knife under her leg, and used her elbow to shove it away. The face that peered behind the door scared her more than anything else.

This man was someone she recognized, though not personally. This man was famous. The army knew him as the devil of leaders. He went by Demyan, he was known for his attacks on the US, but never in their home.

"So. This is what we get from an attack," Demyan began. "It's a shame, that boy, Garrison I believe his name was. Such a shame he had to die,"

"Don't you say his name," Nikita spat.

Demyan made his way toward the utensils.

"Electrocution, needles with various poisons, hammer to the fingers, or -," he paused. "Viktor! Where is the knife I wanted? Go get it!" He yelled and stormed out.

Nikita knew to take advantage of the empty room. She got the knife and picked her way out of all the cuffs. She had a plan. She made it look like she was latched in. When Demyan got close enough she head butted him grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, using him as a shield. She took cautious steps forward guns aimed at them. When she got close enough to the door she jammed the knife into his chest and sprinted out the door. She raced around  the corner shocked to get a mouthful of fist. She spun to the side and kicked him. He went for a punch which she dodged  grabbing ahold of his arm, she then dislodged it. His scream echoing through the building. She kicked him down and took off. There was no time to worry about finishing him off. The tree line offered good coverage, so she took off running it that direction.

Her captors weren’t far behind her. She could hear the whooshing of gunshots shooting by her ears. She moved randomly to prevent them from getting a good shot. This was going to be a long run for her, but it was easy to find motivation to run. She ran for Garrison. She ran too save his life. A bullet grazed her arm sending a shooting pain throughout her body, she never stopped running. She glanced back to see how far away they were, estamating seventy yards. It was because she wasn't looking forward that she didn't see the rock. She was thrown to the ground.

The taste of blood flooded her mouth. She felt her forehead, pulling her hand down and it was covered in blood. She heard voices getting closer, she looked back from the ground to see them thirty yards and closing. She pushed herself off the ground and sprinted back to the camp. She knew she shouldn't be leading them back to the camp, but this was her best option. The camp came into sight. She ran faster, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she located a gun next to a body. She dove for it, rolling onto her back letting off a stream of bullets. She managed to hit three of the four captors before her gun clicked, signaling that it was out of ammo.

"Crap!" she yelled. The Russian laughed fixing his eyes upon her, his gun aiming toward her head. Nikita looked up at him, this was it for her. No way out of this one.

"Drop it!" a commanding voice yelled from behind the building. A gun appeared followed by none other than Hannah.

The Russians eyes were still fixed on me, but he glanced to the side to see the gun that was fixed on him. Madison appeared on the other side holding a gun as well.

"Put the gun on the ground," Hannah commanded. "Slowly no sudden movements," she yelled. The Russian lowered his gun, and dropped it the floor.

"Now back up!" Madison yelled to him. "Brayden! Barrett! Tie him up and take him to sergeant back at hq. Hannah, Andrew don't take your gun off him for a second." She said handing Andrew her gun.

"What about you?" asked Andrew

"I got a friend to take care of," she responded smiling.