Gimme Shelter

Lenna stared shocked at the weapon in her hands.

Keep breathing, don’t stop breathing!

She looked up a little confused at Danila and than down at herself. Purple converse, jeans and the shirt she got from Georgie.

“Not like to use them is understated. I am more terrified of them. Do I really need this?” Lenna looked at the weapon again scared it could hurt any second Danila or herself by itself. “And flirting I don’t know. Normally kind of okay maybe a little shy, but they are huge frigging FBI guys. All I can think of, when I see them, is ‘Holy crap I don’t wanna go to jail’. Is that your plan? What do you think of me, I mean not even Georgie could flirt with 12 guys at the same time.”

"A joke, Elenna, zhust a joke. . ." Danila said with a chuckle.

"Az to ze gun," he said in a more solemn tone, "Eet dependz. Eef zay try to fire at uz, I would prever you were armed razzer zan be on my own. . ."

Joke? What? How can he make jokes in a moment like this?

Lenna sighed.

“I have to right? I mean I see you point, but still... I swear if we don’t friggin safe Aly I gonna shoot her or, or I don’t know pay someone to shoot her for me.”

Of course Lenna wouldn’t do that but that was her way of coping with the gun in her hand. She looked shy at Danila and whispered.

“Um I have a confession to make. I never paid attention when someone tried to teach me how to use a gun.”

"We weel zave her, don't worry," he said with a smile, "Now, what deed Georgie have to say?"

“Not really much. She said that she will call her uncle. Give me a second I try to call her.”

Lenna dialled her friend’s number.

“Hey Georgie? What did he say?”

“That we are screwed there is nothing really to be done. She is on the tapes and Rome is gone of course she has to pay for that. What is your plan now?”
“Twix. Um I don’t know what the plan is. Danila is planning I am just following orders. Humans are not something I can come up with a myth how to fight them. I guess it is best when you come back to the hospital. But hold on I’ll ask.”

Lenna looked questioning at Danila, waiting patiently for him to tell her what to do.

Danila nodded. "We can wait for Georgie - if zees turns into a gunfight, eet would be helpful to not be zee onlee one who can return vire... Any chanze she has an FBI cover?"

“Georgie get your little butt over here, Danila says he needs someone who actually knows where the front of a gun is. Do you have a FBI cover?”

“Is this a real question, Hermione? Of course, what do think? I’ll be there in 10 minutes I think. I changed already.”

Without another word the girls hung up.

“She is coming, takes her 10 minutes. And yeah she has a FBI cover. I wonder if she wears not pink for that.”

Lenna still had unsure the weapon in her hand, she would loved to give it back but she really had no choice. So she took a closer look and tried to remember what Bobby and later Rome told her about guns. Of course did she know where the front of it is, that was the part she liked the least.

“So what now?”

Danila smiled at the girl. "Eef I am not back by zee time Georgie gets here, one or both ov you come in behind me. And ov course, use FBI covers."

Just before he opened the door, he turned to Elenna again. "Ten Euros says she ees ztill wearing pink," he said with a chuckle, "And do you need anyzing bevore I go?"

Georgina possessed outfits for every occasion. She was also a perfectionist when it came to fashion, and therefore her 'FBI suit' consisted of an elegant black skirt, jackett and a white blouse in order to look professional, however, she added a little touch of her signature color by wearing a pink hairband and matching pink Chanel shoes.
After she arrived at the hospital she called Elenna and found her not far from the entrance. Elenna just raised one eyebrow while checking out her pink shoes.
"Please don't tell me the cover of your FBI card is pink as well."

Georgina smiled. "No, but I put little glittery stickers on it."

"Hell, no!"

"Just kidding." She quickly glanced at her expensive watch. "Okay, let's get to work."

Telling Danila that she was fine, which was weird because Rome and even Raws would know when she says that she is fine it more means she is close to crying; but they weren't here so she had to deal with her fear alone.
Because she had no holster she did something Rome and Raws hated. She put the gun in the back of her jeans and hoped that her shirt at least would cover it a little bit. To make it easier for Georgie to find her she went downstairs.

Finally Georgie arrived in pink shoes. Lenna just rolled her eyes, this was beyond words.

"Okay wait. You need to know Danilas plan."

Lenna pulled Georgie a little away from the crowd.

"Okay he went into Aly's room, in FBI cover. I do have my badge, but I mean look at me I don't really look like a agent. So you go in alone and when you are not out in 10 minutes I can't get a panic attack for a minute and then I don't know. Maybe come in with my CDC bagde and tell you all Aly has a horrible disease and needs to be in quarantine. Or something like that. But I guess we should give him 5 more minutes"

"Okay."

"Oh and Georgie?"

"Yeah?"

"This whole situation is so twixed up."

Both girl smiled. They stood in the lobby, trying not to look not suspicious. Lenna was scared and missed them she wrote Rome a text.

Hey Romie.I am having a awesome time. Hope you two are okay. We are fine can't wait that the whole team is back together. XXX Lennie

3 minutes left.

Danila merely nodded before holstering his weapon and leaving the room. He took the service stairs to the ground floor, then took the elevator back to the floor where Aly's room was. A a roundabaout way of getting to a room just down the hall, sure, but it also gave him more credibility - why would a new FBI agent be coming from a patient's room further inside the hospital?

Danila walked up to the room. The two guards inevitably stopped him. "FBI, nobody passes," the biggest of the guards said gruffly, yet formally.

Danila smiled at the man, slowly pulling his FBI badge from his pocket. "Agent John Connery," he said in a perfect American accent, "I'm miss Wesson's union rep, HQ sent me. Now, if you'll allow me to enter. . ."

"Go on in, Mr. Connery, sir," the big man said in a slightly apologetic tone as both guards stepped aside, opening the door for the senior agent.

"Thank you," Danila replied with another smile, "Oh, also, my partner will be here shortly. I'm sure she'll be. . . noticeable." As he finished his sentence, Danila set his face and entered the room. He winked at Aly when she noticed him, giving her an almost imperceptible signal to be quiet for now.

The other FBI's just glanced at him before turning away and going back to their own whispered conversations. Danila strode up to Holyfield, smile and nodding in greeting. "Agent John Connery, sir," he said, offering his right hand to shake as he flashed his badge with the other, "I'm here to represent Miss Wesson."

Allison's eyes widened slightly as the Russian entered the room dressed as one of them. Did he really think it would fool HRT? She caught his glance and suddenly sobered up. The drugs had made her tell more than was advisable. At least she now knew the hunters hadn't abandoned her.

"I think I will only speak to my representative now."

Agent Holyfield smiled.

"As you wish."

She followed Danila with her eyes. Whatever he had planned better be good. No one escaped from HRT/SWAT custody and lived to tell about it.

"Holyfield," the other man said as he took Danila's hand, then shooed the other agents away. "You have ten minutes," he said before walking from the room and leaving the two alone.

"Hello, Miss Wesson," Danila said, keeping up his facade of a lawyer, "I am John Connery. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

As Allison looked back at him, he whispered. "We're trying to get you out of here. Georgie is about five minutes away now and Elenna will meet her at the entrance, but Rawson and Romulous aren't coming. Can you walk yet?"

"Would you mind telling me your side of the story, miss Wesson?" Danila asked in a louder voice. He moved closer to her, taking a small key from his pocket and glancing back at the door as he did so.

Allison whispered.

"You have balls trying this. But thank you. I thought everyone had left. It would have been better for you if you had."

She raised her voice only slightly as she answered his question, rehashing for him a story he already knew.

"I know I aided a known felon, but I used what resources I had available to me. Romulus Remington was the only person who knew what to do, and he saved my life. I don't regret helping him."

Danila smiled as Holyfield poked his head into the room. Danila waved him off.

"You hunters have to be a special kind of stupid...but so far your track record is alright. I trust you."

She flashed the Russian a short smile of appreciation before going quiet once more.

"I'm sure," Danila whispered in reply, "I'll have to make a whole new alias for my FBI exploits now."

He hid the key as Holyfield peered in and flashed the man a smile, then shooed him away. Once the door was closed again, he quickly grabbed the key and took Allison's cuffed hand in his. He slid the key into the lock - it clicked, that was good - and turned. The cuff clicked open, sliding from her wrist.

"Little-known secret," he said as her eyes widened and he undid the second cuff, "All standard handcuffs use a universal key - and it would seem the FBI uses standard handcuffs."

He fished a second, smaller pistol from beneath his suitcoat, handing it to Allison before peeking out the window.

"Lucky vor uzz, zerr are onlee two guards outzide your weendow," he said, losing the American accent as he slid the window open and grinned. He quickly typed a text into his cell phone and sent it off to Elenna as he waited for Aly - Meet outside Aly room ASAP. 2 guard.

Suddenly Lenna’s phone vibrated.

Meet outside Aly room ASAP. 2 guard.

“Georgie come on we have to go. Aly’s window, right now.”

There was no time for Georgie to ask why they had to go to the window. Lenna was already on the way.

Holyfield poked his head back into the room. Something was off about the Union Rep. Holyfield blinked in disbelief at the sight of Wesson uncuffed and standing with the "Union Rep" at the now-open window. This was ... almost comical. The kind of hair-brained scheme he wasn't surprised to see from Wesson's buddies on the Remington side of the line, but so stupid he hadn't expected it. And it had almost worked. He picked his radio from his belt and sent a message to the HRT Members waiting throughout the ICU.

"Suspects attempting escape. Move to intercept in the parking lot behind Agent Wesson's room. Stay out of sight. Holyfield out," Holyfield ordered down the radio, almost irritated by the simple, insane, and shockingly effective plan Wesson's new allies had come up with.

With a disappointed sigh, Holyfield drew his Glock 22 and stepped into the room with the two door guards, who drew their own pistols and leveled them at Wesson and her "Union Rep".

"Wesson, Connery, stop. Right now. You both know the rules of gun safety. Don't point a gun at something you're not willing to kill. There are three Glock 22s pointed at you both. We are too far away for you to intercept before we shoot. Keep your hands visible, and no one has to die. Don't even try the window. I really don't think you two are faster than us," Holyfield barked, his gun aimed squarely between the "Union Rep's" shoulder blades.

“Whoa, Guns. Damn it. Georgie? Help. Plan. Now.”

Lenna was at this moment more scared then she was in the cave with the skin walker. There no myth about the FBI, no secret that she could know. They are just human, which meant that she felt guilty in using her powers against them.

I knew this was a terrible plan.

She hid out of sign and did the only thing she could think of.

Tex help. One in FBI custody. HELP! Please

Sent.

(OOC: Ariel, let me SLEEP)! =)

"Hey, do I look like Peter Pan or what?" Georgina followed Elenna, who ran towards the window. "Is there anything on me that says Hey, I can fly!, or how do you expect me to..."

"Just think of something nice and ask little Tinker Bell to give you some fairy dust, and your problem will be solved", Elenna responded sarcastically.

"Very funny." Georgina looked at the window. "So, jump?"

"Jump." Elenna looked at her impatiently. "Ladies first."

"Wait a sec."

"We don't have a sec!"

"I know, but I can't jump with my Chanel shoes on!" Georgina quickly put off her shoes. "Ready, Wendy?"

"You bet, Peter!"

Meanwhile, near Rock Springs, New Mexico

The shotgun's slide racked again, a twelve-gauge roar splitting the night air. Even after the renaming of Route 666, the region seemed to be haunted. And so far from Gallup, too. Caleb racked the slide of his SPAS-12 Combat Shotgun again and approached the Shapeshifter where it lay crippled on the ground. Thin columns of smoke rose from the buckshot wounds over its body, particularly from where one pellet had nicked the heart. Cal sighed, saluted the stricken beast, pressed the muzzle of his shotgun to its chest and delivered the coup de grâce. He pulled several new shells from his belt and topped up the magazine tube, turning back towards his monstrous pickup.

He pulled the rear driver's side door open, opening the false floor and sliding the shotgun into a gun rack hidden under the back seats. He locked the false floor in place again and closed the door, checking for any witnesses. Or if the Shapeshifter had any accomplices. He sighed and ran a hand through his ragged hair, dragging his fingers down along his face. Needed a shave. And maybe some sleep. He leaned against the door of the armoured Ford F550 and breathed a heavy sigh. The silence of the night was again shattered by a cellphone ringing. He looked around irritatedly, his eyes narrowing until he realised it was his own phone.

"Hello?" Cal asked as he picked up, "Caleb Daly speaking."

"Cal, this is Tex. We've got a problem."

"I'm listening," Cal replied, his brow creasing.

"I just got a message from some Hunters in Gallup. You probably heard about their latest gig on the news."

"Damn right I did. What the Hell got into them?" Cal cut Tex off.

"Ever heard of the Shadow-That-Walks?"

"They killed that thing?" Cal asked, his interest piqued.

"Yeah. But the FBI arrived before they could skip town and one of their own is in custody now."

"And they need backup?" Cal sighed.

"Got it in one."

"Still got the magic then," Cal laughed, climbing into the driver's seat and jamming his keys in the ignition, "You wanna send me a contact number?"

"Sure. Her name is Elenna."

"Thanks. And hey, I'll drop by next time I'm passin' through. Been too long since we talked face to face," Cal continued, "Take care. Bye."

"Bye."

Cal's phone beeped, a new number arriving via text message. He added it, under "Elenna from Tex", and sent a message.

"A friend of Tex's here. The cavalry's on the way. Where are you?"

Twenty-two klicks to Gallup. The truck's engine roared into life, the tuned V8 thundering under the hood. He slid the six-speed into gear and floored the gas pedal. The speedometer and rev counter jumped sharply as he crunched through the gears, not only laughing in the face of the speed limit, but smashing it with a blunt object.

Allison sighed and turned around. She had time to pull on some pants before the escape attempt so she wasn't worried about mooning the HRT.

"Fantastic, KGB...I told you this was stupid."

She hurt all over. Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through her gut and she crumpled to the floor, dropping the pistol as she fell.

Danila watched as Holyfield walked in. And then Aly called him stupid.

Before she promptly collapsed and dropped her gun.

He sighed, setting the gun on the floor and putting his hands in the air. Okay, so maybe it was a hairbrained plan, but it wasn't like he'd had much to work with. . .

Holyfield sighed with relief. He wanted a conviction, not an execution from this. He nodded the agents forward and had them cuff both the stranger and Wesson.

"Non-standard cuffs this time," Holyfield stated, almost angrily to Wesson and the stranger, before stepping outside the room.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number as quickly as he could without getting it wrong.

"Hello? Yeah. We've gotta move transport arrangements up," Holyfield stated tensely, before hanging up immediately.

In the last second Elenna felt her phone vibrating.

A friend of Tex's here. The cavalry's on the way. Where are you?

“Wait Georgie. Change of plans, put your shoes back on. We need to wait for someone. Help is coming. Not sure who, but we need help.”

“So I am not enough help?”

“Duh, there are 13 FBI agents. Shall I spell the number for you? Because when you look at it, they have now two from our team in custody. This starts to be a little like the song 99 bottles of rum. We need more help and as long you have a great idea how we get Aly and Dan back, we wait!”

“I hate when you are bossy.”

“Shut up.”

We are in the parking lot. Sorry but hurry. Because now there are two in custody. Long story.

I forgot why I wanted to stay here. Next time we act like a pirate. Any man who falls behind, is left behind. Maybe.

Cal was resigned to the fact that he shouldn't check messages while tearing down the roads of New Mexico at a brave whack, but checked anyway. And had to swerve to avoid an oncoming Mondeo. Hospital Parking Lot. Two in custody. He checked the clock. Making good time. He pulled over and climbed into the back seats, removing his jacket and pulling a ballistic vest from the compartment under the back seats. He donned the Dragonskin and pulled his jacket back on over it, jumping back into the hotseat and slamming the truck into gear again as he typed a new message.

"Look for the black pickup. We need to regroup and do some recon for busting your friends out."

The drive was short and hectic, nearly wiping out three cars as he skidded through the outskirts of Gallup and into the hospital parking lot. The truck slewed dangerously, tilting, but going no further as the tires screeched. That was a few dozen miles taken off them. He looked around frantically, realising he had no idea what these people looked like.