Rescue Party! Mar 23, 2022 14:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Moon on Mar 23, 2022 14:54:45 GMT -5
The psychiatrist woke up with a terrible headache and an even worse mood. The memory was coming back to him only slowly and in parts. His fight with agent Brass, the other agents, hit to the head then it was somehow fuzzy. He recalled how someone grabbed him and dragged him back, but nothing more.
When he regained his consciousness, he was lying on a cold floor in some dark place, probably a cellar under the hut, where they were imprisoned previously. He reached that conclusion not only because of the noises coming from the space above them but also because he wasn´t there alone. Three other figures were sitting across the room, with handcuffs similar to his. It took him a while, but eventually, Samuel recognized them as the thugs, he beat on the beach.
“Look who finally decided to wake up.”
Muttered the one with a broken wrist sarcastically.
Samuel growled, raising himself up to sit.
“Don´t mind Adam.”
One of his two friends laughed.
“He is still salty about that broken wrist. But we are actually quite thankful to you. If not for that crazy attack of yours our cell would be infiltrated by these pesky CP agents.”
The psychiatrist didn´t react and instead of that touched the back of his head, where he got hit, hissing in pain, before pulling back his hand. Then he realized what that guy just implied.
“Wait, you want to say that you are revolutionaries?”
The guy named Adam growled.
“Isn´t it obvious? But hey, why did you attack us? You are clearly not Marine or CP agent? Was it personal? Because if so…”
Samuel growled in frustration and then started laughing aloud. It was weird, dry sound, almost as if his body forgot how to do it over the years, but laugh, nevertheless.
“B*oody cleaning lady!”
The three captured freedom fighters looked at each other in confusion.