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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 2:33:51 GMT -7
The castle is well fortified, something that really shouldn't surprise him. There's no other entrance on this side of the building, nothing that hasn't been sealed up or blocked off. Probably to keep trespassers like them and looters out. But he can hear scuffling on the other side. Can feel them, and it's making his skin crawl knowing that they're in there with Emily.
And he's not.
Caesar feels his phone vibrating against his thigh even before the call comes through. He tugs it free from his pocket and presses it to his ear automatically, feet carrying him back towards the front entrance, but eyes still searching. "Do you have a way out?" He asks, eyeing a window. It's stained glass, the kind of shit you only see in museums or cathedrals and probably hundreds of years old, but hell if he's not willing to break a few historical things if it means getting Emily and Fitzsimmons out safely. The two guards are still banging on the door, uselessly, damaging themselves more than they're damaging something that's been standing long before they have, and Caesar turns his back on them to block out the noise.
"I can get in through a window if you need backup." He admits, determination starting to set in. He spins the rifle in his hand, and steps forward.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 2:51:04 GMT -7
"I'm looking for one now" she said softly. They then came to the end of the corridor. "Hang on" she said in a whispered voice and making sure that Fitzsimmons moves back and gives her point. She takes a deep breath and then looks around the corner and is thankful to see that no one is there. It seems like they are in the front half of the castle. But that doesn't mean anything for them if they can't get out.
Emily put her hand back to her wound and saw the blood before she cleared her throat and then got back on the phone. "It seems to me like they're in the front half of the castle but I don't know my way around this place so I don't know where I'm going" she then swallowed hard.
"I need to get Fitzsimmons out of here" she said and looked around before she bit down on her lip, using that to clear her head of the pain from her wound. Emily needed a clear head and right now she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how much pain she was in. "We might have to break a window and get out" she admitted. That probably wasn't going to help her but as long as the other two were out of this building then that's all that really mattered.
Emily looked down at her hand and cleared her throat softly once more. Could she tell him that she had been hurt? Or maybe it was better to keep him in the dark about it right now. All she knew was that she was pissed off with Fury and would tell him so if she came face to face with him again back in the States.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 3:16:18 GMT -7
"Already on it." Caesar replies. He lowers the phone from his ear, tucks it inside the collar of his flight suit, and smashes the butt of the rifle into the window. The glass shatters into a thousand colorful fragments, and he uses the rifle to clear the windowsill and widen the hole. It made noise. Plenty of noise. And Caesar already knows that the opposing force is on their way. He pulls the phone out from beneath his chin and lifts it to his ear. "I created an exit point on the west side of the castle, but it's not going to take long for these guys to find it." He admits, swinging one leg through. Tucking the phone back into his collar, he quickly sets the phone on speaker to keep his hands free and useful. He tosses the gun through the open window, and places his palms flat on the windowsill to hike himself up and through.
This would be a lot easier if he was just three inches taller.
Caesar tumbles into the corridor on the other side, picking the rifle up as he rolls back to his feet, phone still firmly in place.
"I'll draw them off as best I can. Get Fitzsimmons out." He says aloud to the phone, following the length of the hallway. He turns a corner and fires off two shots immediately. The rounds pulse against an intruder's chest, knocking him flat off his feet and to the ground. "Well they definitely heard that." Caesar mumbles to himself, stepping over the man's toppled body and further into the castle.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 3:38:50 GMT -7
A smile pulled at her lips. Caesar was always the one there when things needed to be done. Of course he created an exit for them. That's the guy that he was. She bit down on her lip and then looked back at the two behind her and whispered. "We have an exit on the west side of the castle we're going to get out there" she nodded and gave them a smile before looking forward and then she stepped out and waited, letting Fitzsimmons go first but always making sure she had her eyes, and ears alert.
"Once we get back on the quinjet you're going to have to let me look at that bullet wound" Jemma said and glanced over at Emily before looking forward once more.
"That would be a good idea" she admitted. Emily wanted something for the pain, it was something she had felt in a while and it was pain she hadn't wanted to feel again but here she is with the damn wound that could have easily been avoided. Now wasn't the time to blame anyone for it, not was the time to get everyone out.
They carried on down the corridors, making sure that there wasn't anyone there in the process and made their way to the west side of the castle. The only thing she wanted to do was get out of this damn castle but there was something nagging at the back of her mind, the 084 they had come to get was still there and she needed to get it before anyone else could and at the same time she wanted to grab Caesar and get the hell out this place. She knew which one she wanted to do.
When they were at the window, Fitz went first and then Emily helped Simmons out and never it was Emily's turn. "Come on Agent Clarke, you have to get out of there" Jemma's voice called out to her.
Emily looked in the direction they had just come and bit down on her lip, trying to figure out which she should really do. She then turned her eyes back to Jemma and said "I have to go back, I have to get the thing so that no one else gets it"
"What?" Jemma said and then raised her eyebrow at her. "But you're bleeding"
"I know it's stupid, but if we don't get it then Fury will send another team in and it could be worse next time, I have to do this Jemma" she nodded and then bit down on her lip. "But you, you have to get out that window and join up with the others"
"But I.."
"Jemma, come on" Fitz said on the other side and waited for her.
Emily looked at her and smiled. "Please, I have to get that thing and if I'm not back then you need to tell Caesar he's got to go without me and I'll find my own way back to HQ, even if it means getting a plane" she teased softly. "Now go Agent Simmons" she huffed out and then pushed her, as best as she could, up onto the window and then out of it. Hearing a soft 'humph' the other side and then looked back at the corridor she just came down and moved back down it. She actually prayed that there wasn't more of the bad guys on their way here because if there was then she was really screwed but for now, Emily was going to make sure that no one else got their hands on it, apart from them.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 11:53:22 GMT -7
The castle is bigger than it looks from the outside, and Caesar finds himself weaving down hallway after hallway, kicking over dusty tables and firing off single shots into the stone walls to draw the intruders after him and away from Emily and the others. It's a stupid plan. One that Poe would wring his neck over if Caesar actually did get shot, but it's the only plan they've got.
And Caesar has been in worst circumstances.
He rounds a corner, and realizes he's spoke too soon when he finds himself staring down the length of a rifle barrel. His brown eyes go a little wide, and his heart makes a leap into his throat, as the butt of the rifle swings for his skull. It catches with a crack, knocking Caesar back a step and sending a spray of white stars across his vision. He hisses out, rifle lowering and a hand lifting icy-hot pain throbbing right at his temple. He closes an eye, fighting against the pain, as the intruder swings his rifle back around and aims the barrel at his skull once more, finger poised over the trigger. "Well, shit." Caesar breathes out, a drop of blood running down the length of his cheek.
"Drop your gun." The intruder barks, and Caesar clicks his teeth together. He releases the rifle, letting it clatter to the stone floor, and raises his hands in the air. The all-too recognizable patter of feet creeps up behind him, but Caesar doesn't turn his head to look at the second attacker or the gun they probably have trained on him too. He's going to be dead in about ten seconds anyway. "Thank you." The intruder smirks, and pulls the trigger. Caesar turns his body sharply to the left, letting the bullet whiz passed his shoulder unscathed. It hits the second intruder square in the chest, and the man sinks to his knees heavily.
Caesar takes the slight second of confusion and surprise to sweep down and pick his rifle up once more. He raises it sharply and fires off a round right into the intruder's ribs. The man gives a sharp call of pain, body slamming into the wall adjacent. With a quick jut, Caesar returns the favor from earlier, and knocks the man unconscious with a the butt of his rifle.
As soon as the hallway is clear, the intruder laying prone on his side, Caesar lets his shoulders loosen and his posture relax and his fingers lift once more to the bleeding wound at his right temple. "Ah, jesus." He mutters to himself, dabbing at the blood and taking a second to fight through the pulsing shock.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 12:14:46 GMT -7
Emily had to remember where she was actually going but the thing was that her mind was fogging up from the pain in her side. She came to the end of a corridor and waited a moment, she shook her head and tried to clear her mind. She needed to be able to concentrate on what she was doing and maybe she was a little bit insane to be going back for that thing and Caesar would probably be mad but she had to do this.
"Come on" Jemma said under her breath as they were ushered to somewhere safe, although at the moment where was safe especially when there could be others coming for the thing. Even though Emily was shot and Caesar was in the castle making sure they got out, this was actually exciting. Her veins were singing and it was a feeling she has never felt before and she really didn't want to curse the situation but she hoped they would all get out of this damn place.
Emily's heart was pounding in her chest, but that wasn't blocking put the pain in her side. She actually hoped that Fitzsimmons had come with some sort of medical kit because that's what she was going to need once she got back on the quinjet. She dropped her eyes down to her hands and saw that they were shaking. It wasn't her first mission but this was the first time she had gone in without any backup. They were on their own and she doubted there would be enough time to get anyone out here in time. So really apart from the two guys outside, her and Caesar were really the only people they had that could fire a gun. That really didn't fill Emily with confidence.
She bit down hard on her lip to clear her head before she edged closer to the corner and looked around it. Thankfully it was clear. She moved down it and finally came across the room that she had been looking for. Thankfully it was empty, she grabbed Fitz's big bag off the ground and moved over to where the 084 was. Fitz never did deem it safe, he had said that the room was fine but not the actual thing and the last thing she wanted to do was touch it so she made sure that the sleeve of her jacket was covered over her hand before she reached up and pulled it out of the wall with a grunt. It was heavier and bigger than she had thought.
Emily put the stick, if that's what it really was, into the bag and zipped it up. She hated to jinx the moment but this actually felt too easy. She pushed that thought from her head before she put the bag strap on her shoulder and moved back out of the room. Actually hoping she could get out of the damn castle now.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 12:38:41 GMT -7
Caesar carries himself, and his rifle, back the way he'd come. He's sure there are other intruders lurking around this castle somewhere, but Emily is sure to have gotten Fitzsimmons out of the building by now, and he has no plans on staying here any longer than he has to. He half-jogs back down the hallways, quickly scanning around corners and rooms as he retraces his steps all the way back to the window. The blood is already drying on his forehead and cheek, making his skin feel sticky and tight, but he brushes it off for the time being. The pain has already subsided into a dull pound behind his eye, no worse than a typical migraine, and the adrenaline is enough for him to forget it's there entirely.
He's almost back to the window, and he swings the strap of the rifle around his shoulder in preparation, when his eyes catch on a figure standing in large, open room. Caesar slows to a halt, head turning to get a better look. He quickly recognizes Emily, and takes a jumping step to the side through the doorway. "Why are you still here?" He asks, quickly crossing the room with one hand on the rifle, holding it steady, but his eyes focused entirely on Emily.
Caesar sees the bag in her hands, hastily zipped up, and realizes the answer to his own question before she even has to answer. Of course she finished the mission, regardless of the situation. Now he's starting to think he knows how Poe feels when they're out in the field. He releases a slight sigh, because they're more alike than he realized, but holds out his hand for her to take with a flat smile. "C'mon. Let's get the hell out of-" He stops mid-sentence, his whole body stilling. "You're bleeding." The words come out in a rush as he takes two matching steps forward, his hand falling carefully to the reddened fabric of her shirt right over her stomach. His palm presses gently to her hip, his brows furrow, and his eyes skip between looking her in the face and looking at what's clearly a bullet-sized hole through her.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 13:04:33 GMT -7
Emily was making sure that she had everything, that she hadn't left anything behind to indicate that SHIELD had been there. She was there bleeding and making sure that their organization wasn't implicated in anything. She gripped tighter to the handles on the bag and was about to leave when another voice joined her and she felt relief flood through her. He was okay and still there, so either he hadn't listening to Simmons or he was surprised to see her.
He then asked her why she was still there and she had got her answer, he hadn't seen Simmons. Emily was about to answer when he looks down at the bag and she couldn't help but give a small smile. She put her gun into the back of her waistband and looked at his hand as he held it out for her to take. If they got caught then they would both be in trouble but at the moment she really didn't care, they were together and that's all that really mattered and when she got back to HQ then she would be having words with fury about his intel because this was the last time she was going to be going on a mission with only little intelligence.
Then words came out of Caesar's mouth in a rush and she looked down at her wound before looking up at him. Her brown eyes looking into his as he moved his eyes from her face down to her wound. "I'm fine" she said and nodded before smiling softly but that didn't stop her from arching slightly when he pressed his palm into her hip. She was in pain there was no denying that but they had to get out of here before anyone else turned up. Her eyes then saw that he too was bleeding. "You too" she said softly and ran her eyes over his face, it was only on his temple but that didn't stop her from worrying. She had to make sure that he was actually okay.
But Emily knew that they would to do this when they got back to HQ because they needed to get out of this damn castle and back into the air and right now she was trying to push her thoughts away from her bleeding side.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 13:22:24 GMT -7
Caesar folds his mouth flat and looks back up into her face. He knows she's not okay. Not really. How could she be okay with a bullet wound and a shirt drenched in her own blood. But he's not going to force her to admit that fact. Not going to press the issue. The bleeding had slowed at least, more of a consistent dribbling than a gush of red, and he'll accept that that's better than the alternative. They have medical supplies on the quinjet, one of the perks of flying a jet that's almost the size of a private plane. She's going to be sore for days, weeks, but she'll make it. But only if they don't stay idle.
His hand remains poised on her hip for a moment longer, soft and gentle.
"Met the hard end of a rifle. I'll be fine." Caesar admits, with a small inclination of his head and a vague shrug. His free hand curls around the back of her neck and pulls her into him, their mouths meeting. It's a quick kiss, the pressure of time and conflict keeping it short, but it says all the things he's declined to say aloud in that moment. That he's worried, that he's pissed, and that he's so damn grateful it wasn't anything worse. "Let's get you to the jet." Caesar breathes out as he breaks from the kiss, his hand finally taking hers and pulling it around his neck.
She might be fine, or think she's fine, but a bullet wound isn't going to make walking easier. Caesar carries all the weight and pressure of the journey back to the window on his shoulders for her, making it so all she has to do is go along with the movements. They reach the window in only a minute or two, and Caesar helps her through as he keeps a watch out for anyone sneaking up on them.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 13:42:12 GMT -7
Emily raised her eyebrow at him when he said that he met the hard end of a rifle and she wanted to laugh because look at the both of them. They were both covered in their own blood and both saying they were fine, he very much was fine. A smile pulled at her lips at that thought and she was going to say something in a tease but he had put his hand on the back of her neck and was pulling him into her and they were kissing. She did want to put her forehead against his but they really didn't have time. They had to get out of there.
The kiss ends and he says about getting her to the jet before taking hers and pulling it around his neck. She grunted at the pulling in her other side. God she was going to be sore for a little while but it wasn't like she hadn't been through something like this before and at least this time she could remember her own name. She did remember her own name, right? She muttered both Amanda and Emily under her breath and was glad to know that she could remember it.
Walking down the corridor was actually hell, every step seemed to run through her. But at least they were going to be getting out of this damn place. They came to the window and she pushed the bag through first before she slowly moved up and out and was happy to see the faces of Fitzsimmons. Both who helped her stand up and put her arms around their shoulders, this time she gasped out in pain and closed her eyes.
"We have to get you back to the jet before it gets any worse" Jemma said and moved away from the window so that Caesar could come through.
But Emily's attention was on the window because she needed him to come through it right now. So that she could see his face. "Wait" she said softly to them and waited. Fitz was carrying the bag in his other hand while his arm was around Emily keeping her up right.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 13:55:32 GMT -7
Caesar pulls himself through the window after her, gun strapped to his shoulder and bouncing against his back as he hops down to the grass. He slices his palm on a shard of glass, but barely even registers it as he regains his footing and quickly shuffles forward to meet up with the waiting trio. "C'mon." He says with a reassuring nod to Fitz, giving him a clap on the shoulder as he walks passed, leading the group back to the waiting jet.
The two guards are already waiting in the at the plane, guns pointed at the castle in case anyone chose to follow, gear stowed and packed away. They might have been useless in the fight, but at least they did something.
"No sight of any pursuers, sir." One of them says sharply to Caesar as he climbs up the ramp into the plane. He blinks a little at the formal title, not used to anyone calling him sir. Hell, he still feels weird when someone calls him agent, like he's some James Bond spy with a suit and a Walther tucked inside his coat.
"Good. Get on the radio. Tell command that we encountered a hostile force." Caesar chants out quickly. He pushes the rifle back into the man's hands, not needing it anymore, and quickly navigates towards the storage container full of SHIELD branded medical supplies. He pulls it down and sets it on a seat, pulling off the lid in a hurry and digging through the supplies.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 14:19:21 GMT -7
The trip back to the jet was hell for Emily because she seemed to feel every movement in her side. She knew she was putting strain on Fitzsimmons but they only seemed too happy to help out. Her bloody hand grasping to Fitz's shoulder. But he didn't seem to worry about that, in fact considering this was their first mission they were doing pretty well. Where as the guards were useless. She let out a sharp breath as they moved up into the jet.
She was sat down in one of the seats and she saw that both Fitz and Simmons were grabbing the stuff that they would need to clean her up and all she wanted to do was get something in her to stop the pain.
"Amanda" Jemma said and then crouched down in front of her. "This is really going to hurt so I'm sorry but try not hurt me" she said with a soft smile and slowly started to raise the shirt that the blonde woman was wearing. It stuck to the skin and she had to give it a bit of a tug and she saw Emily flinch. "I know, I'm sorry" she said and then started to examine the wound. "Fitz" she said and looked back over at her counterpart. "I'm going to need something to stop the blood that's still coming out"
Fitz handed over some gauze and watched as Jemma pressed it to Emily's skin. This was actually the first time he had seen an agent get hurt in this way but it wasn't unheard of. It seemed to be a common thing with SHIELD but that didn't stop him from continuing on with his training.
"I'm going to need you to hold onto the gauze for me" Jemma said and moved Emily's hand and pressed it onto the gauze before she looked over at Caesar. "Is there anything else in that kit?" she asked and bit down on her lip. God, she actually hoped that SHIELD stocked up on loads of medical supplies because she was going to need it. From the scars on Emily, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened and she was going to make sure that Emily survived this time too.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 14:41:30 GMT -7
Caesar steps back to let Jemma use her skill where he's otherwise lacking. He's been in combat situations before. He's had to stitch up wounds with dental floss and a shot of tequila in the back of a dingy Panamanian bar, but this is far different and far out of his league of expertise. He digs his hands in the container of first aide supplies instead, ready to hand Simmons anything she might need. "More gauze, iodine pills, a field surgical instrument kit, plenty of bandages. Cloth and adhesive." He lists off, sorting through all of it. He swipes the back of his hand across the dried blood at his temple, and ducks his head to the side to glance out of the open doorway where the two guards still lurk, guns ready.
"How we lookin'?" He calls back to them, gaze dropping back to the container, hands ready to grab anything Jemma needs.
"It's quiet." One of them calls back. But almost immediately as the words leave his mouth, a spatter of gunfire rings against the side of the jet. "Oh shit." The guard blurts out, rushing inside the jet and ducking for cover.
"We're going to have to get out of this area." Caesar grinds out between his teeth, stepping over quickly to slam a fist into the door-lock. The hatch quickly closes. "Is it safe to fly with her?" He asks, looking back towards Simmons.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 15:01:56 GMT -7
"I'm going to need all of that" Jemma admitted, even if she didn't actually use the whole lot of it, it was better to have it on hand. The thing is right now she had to make sure the bullet wasn't still in Emily because if it was then it was going to cause her a hell of a lot of trouble but if not then she should be able to clean her up, stop the bleeding and give her something for the pain.
Jemma jumped when there was gunfire against the side of the jet and she bit down on her lip. She looked up at Caesar when he asked if it was safe to fly with Emily being in the state she was in. "Yes" she said with a single nod. "Just get us away from this place". Jemma put her attention back on Emily.
"I'm so sorry to do this to you" Jemma said to Emily and stood up before she slowly pulled the back of her shirt up and saw that the bullet had gone right through. That was good, it meant that she wouldn't have to dig around in her side. Jemma looked down at her hands and saw that there were blood on them but there wasn't any time for that right now. They had to get Emily stitched up.
"Fitz, I'm going to need some of that cloth, more gauze and that surgical kit" she called over to him and then smiled slightly when he handed it all over.
"Do you have an alcohol with you" Emily said and looked down at her with a slight smile, a laugh trying to pull at her lips but right now she just needed to keep Simmons focused and away from the sound of gunfire hitting the side of the jet.
Jemma chuckled under her breath "Sorry Agent Clarke, not allowed to drink when on duty" she teased softly and then gently moved the gauze away from Emily's side. "I'm going to be cleaning you up, the bullet went right through so you're pretty lucky"
"I don't feel lucky right now" Emily admitted. She felt more pain than she had hoped to feel today. But at least they got the damn thing they had gone there to observe, out of the castle so that the others couldn't have it. That was definitely worth bleeding right now.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 16:34:17 GMT -7
"I'll make this as smooth as I possibly can." Caesar calls back to the group as he hops into the pilot's seas, fingers already dancing across the switches. He pulls his phone from the collar of his flight-suit and tosses it into the copilot's seat, letting the repulsor engines hum to life. The gunfire continues battering against the side of the plane consistently and impatiently. They're relatively safe in this thing, considering it's a jet engineered to withstand heavy fire and artillery like a light-weight, flyable tank, but should a single bullet hit the engine in just the wrong place, they'll never make it into the sky.
Besides, Fury is going to be pissed if he brings this plane back with bullet holes.
The engines fully come to life, and Caesar pulls on the controls, lifting the quinjet straight into the air. From above, he can make out the black figures of two remaining intruders, rifles in their hands pointed upwards. But like a smuggler making off with the goods, Caesar turns the plane, and jets off from the scene.
A slow breath of relief floods out of his lungs as soon as the castle disappears within the hills behind them, and he relaxes a little more into his seat.
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