What on earth?
This was just getting stranger and stranger. Lucy had been panic-stricken when the fully-grown man appeared. Who else could it be but one of the terrorists? Adam, much as she hated to admit it, had been right; they were on their way. But the hail of bullets had not come, and the terrorist was... a US government agent? It sounded too good to be true. Hell, it was
too good to be true. He was just setting them up for a trap.
But... was this a 'Danya' way of doing things? Really? Lucy had heard enough of the announcements (and in the original briefing) to have a fairly good idea of what Danya was like. This just didn't seem like the kind of thing he would pull. He wasn't subtle, if he wanted them dead he'd send in the heavies with the assault rifles. Besides...this would be needlessly complicated. What would fully grown men and women, well-equipped and well-trained have to fear from a gaggle of sleep-deprived, under-nourished and poorly armed high schoolers? This kind of deceit just wouldn't be necessary...
What was the other option? There was none
. Nobody had a plan, nobody had any bright ideas. If this was for real, it would be the best possible chance they'd get to escape. If it wasn't? Well, they wouldn't be any more dead than if they stuck around in the armoury. They didn't have the luxury of time to make a decision and there weren't any alternative choices that sprung to mind. It would be freedom or bust.
Lucy turned to the others in the room in the aftermath of the terrorist/Government agent's departure.
I don't think we have a choice guys, she said quietly. We're out of time, even if this is a trick. Danya knows where we are whether that guy was telling the truth or not. That means we have to move and we have to do it quick. It's... a half chance or none at all. We just have to take a risk, she hesitated. "I'm going to stick around a little longer though. Just in case Andrea, y'know, comes back,"
I don't care what you say you are, you're one of Danya's people, and I'm not letting you get away with what you've done.
For Sean, that the terrorist was lying was almost a certainty, and it didn't matter even if he was
telling the truth. Either the guy was trying to trick them into leaving the safety of the building, on Danya's orders, or he was honest. In the former (in Sean's mind, more likely) case, following the guy and taking him at face value was pretty much suicide. They could of course, try to ambush the ambushers, which was the option Sean preferred. Let the terrorists think
they'd been taken in, then hit them with a nasty surprise.
However... if the guy was actually telling the truth? It was immaterial. The man had still cooperated with the terrorists, whether he was a double agent or not. All that said to Sean was that he could have helped at any time: but chose not to. Instead he let people like Lucy and Andrea do all of the work, not risking his own skin until he was sure the venture had a greater chance of success. Maybe there really were boats, that didn't mean the 'agent' couldn't have helped far, far more. Whoever he was, terrorist or saviour, he deserved at least some punishment.
The least he can expect is some harsh words. Beyond that? I guess I'll have to see. He might, might be telling the truth.
"Come back here you bastard," Sean growled under his breath, charging as best he could out of the armoury, The guy wouldn't get away with his part in this plot, not if Sean could help it.
((Continued in Live and Let Die
Maxie didn't want to try and sleep any more, every time she tried it, the same face just loomed up at her, and regardless if she remembered the dream or not, she'd be still be clenched with the same dread once she awoke. Nightmares were a bitch, and Maxie had a real bad case of them. Their content... well, that was better left to the imagination, because they certainly didn't derive from Maxie's.
That fucker Adam Reeves was still alive. Ten days
, and the bastard STILL hadn't bought the fucking farm.
Why couldn't he just... die?
Maybe it was horrible to wish somebody dead in a situation that'd already seen so many killed, but if there was even just one person who deserved such a fate, it was that guy. Rapist, murderer, scum.
I hope one'a those psychos gets their fuckin' hands on ya and carves ya th'fuck up Reeves. I really do.
Whilst the man claiming to be a government agent spoke, Maxie more or less tuned out to him. Somebody else would make a decision, somebody else would choose what to do. Maxie didn't feel up to being particularly proactive right now. Taking the lead... wasn't high up on her list of things to do. Instead she just sat in her corner, staring away into space. Waiting for someone to choose for her.
Striking out on her own, trying to take control of a group, albeit a small one. ... Hadn't worked. The entire time, that's what Maxie had been telling herself, as soon as the encounter with Kallie and company dispelled any notions of trust. Don't group up, don't get in a team, stay solo, stay mobile. ...Then Maxie tried to take Cara along. Cara, who'd been killed by that bastard Riz days back. And why? Because Maxie had stuck in her stupid head at the wrong moment and forced the other girl to save her. And she hadn't handled it. Not only that, but when it'd come down to the wire, Maxie had abandoned her to... to... try to fend off Reeves.
That proved the point on her leadership. Maxie was in this group now, but... hell if she was going to step forward.
Someone do somethin'... please.