<Interlude - Critical Care>
Pressing a control set into her gauntlet Nightingale opened a commlink to the transport as she looked down off the rooftop at the cars and trucks disappearing off into the city.
"Call up the satellites, I want those vehicles tagged and tracked. As soon as they rendezvous I want a strike team on the ground to secure them." It was a long shot, but given the state of her team it was the best she could do for now.
"The immediate area's clear for landing, head in for pick up. Be warned we have two Metas joining us as house guests for a while."Turning her attention to the unconscious Discord the medic knelt beside her, using her diagnostic scanners to check on the health of her prisoner. Apart from a little residual astral energy, a known side effect for anyone messing around mystically-powered artifacts like the guitar the girl had been using, and the expected cuts and bruises from the battle Discord seemed fine. A more detailed scan revealed the girl's real identity, a German national born Olivia Schneider. Her parent had been killed in unusual circumstances fourteen years earlier and the girl had been raised as a ward of the State since then. Four years earlier she'd started a punk rock band with two other orphans, but after a love triangle between the other band members had fallen apart she'd been left on her own, and promptly dropped off the map, probably living on the streets and struggling to survive.
Shaking her head with a heavy sigh Nightingale rose to her feet and made her way over to the hole in the rooftop, quickly fastening a grapple from her suit's wrist in place before lowering herself down. Olivia had held such promise in her early life, but circumstances had led her here instead. Such a waste of potential, but at least she was now in the care of AEGIS, and perhaps her talents could be turned to more useful ends.
Stepping up beside Thrash Nightingale smiled down at the struggling girl.
"I'm a medic," she explained to the trapped prisoner, holding her hands up to show she meant no harm,
"I just want to check you over to make sure you're alright, okay?""Bom preverite vaše neumno kurba pizda s pestjo, in razstrelili svoje notranjost narazen, ti pes prekleta prasica kurba pizda!" Moaned the drummer, squirming around under the wreckage with her hands securely cuffed behind her back as she tried to fight off the effects of the sedative running through her system. Shaking her head with pity at the girl's misplaced anger Nightingale tried to run her language through her suit's database but all she could make out was that it was eastern European in origin, probably a derivative of Slavic or Hungarian. Her suit quickly popped up with a result, along with the true identity of their prisoner.
Agnese Ozols was Latverian originally, but following an under-aged affair with the much older Professor Werner von Doom, an honoured physician who'd risen to a position of authority in the Baron's court after having saved his wife's life, the young girl was banished from the country accused of using witchcraft to beguile the peadophilic rapist. Spending several years wandering Europe, with no country or place to call her home, Agnese eventually crossed paths with the likewise abandoned Olivia. Seeing a soulmate in the younger girl the two quickly formed a close friendship and began playing together as the
Hell's Bitches, but were unable to find any true success until their fateful meeting with the Stranger, who granted them their mystically-powered instruments.
Another dispossessed, helpless soul, and one with potential, Nightingale pondered, marking the file for review as she leant forwards and administered another sedative dose to quieten the girl down.
As long as we can find a way to curb that temper of hers.Looking up as she heard the roar of engines overhead Nightingale spotted the transport plane hovering above, its signal light flashing the all clear as the cargo ramp lowered to allow the team to board. It didn't take long to get everyone onboard and secure the two unconscious prisoners in the power-dampening holding cells. And the flight back to base shouldn't take too long anyhow, the transport's advanced engines capable of flying much faster than any other known aircraft on the planet.
As they gained altitude Nightingale quickly transmitted her field report on the mission back to Central Command, hoping she'd managed to phrase the wording correctly to make the events not sound quite as bad as they could be perceived. Mission failed, but captives detained. Innocents killed, but revived with mystical powers. Building heavily damaged, but still intact. MOney lost, but currently being tracked and relocated. Hopefully that would be enough to keep Nickelback happy, or at least not too angry since the mean-hearted bitch only ever seemed happy in two situations, and Nightingale really hoped executions wouldn't be required this time round.
Almost immediately Nightingale's commlink sparked up with new assignments. It almost seemed a if troublespots were brewing all over the world, and with so few teams active in the field it looked like the RATS would be kept busy for some time to come.
"Okay guys, looks like we're gonna have to make a detour..."New Assignment Options:- Steam-powered robots rampaging through London, England; source unknown
- Several frozen villages located in Siberia; perpetrators unknown
- Mutated humans stalking the Greek countryside; source unknown
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