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bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Oh, hardly. Really it’s the hit team’s fault anyway,” She answered, prepared.

Messenger nodded at Dell’s warning and held on tight as he sprinted them toward the door.

The woman had not lied about covering their exit, though. There was a loud hissing sound as a cloud of pink smoke puffed into the air and quickly filled the reception area they ran through. Everyone who breathed it in slowed their actions gradually to a halt, blinking in a dazed sort of stupor. Messenger’s cheeks were puffed from holding her breath, and she gave Dell a thumbs up from where she was gripping the arm of the chair for dear life.

Dell gave his friend a thumbs up, held his breath as well, only letting it out as they burst through the front doors, the chair acting as a sort of battering ram. They swung open widely and swung shut, slowly and less enthusiastically. 

The bright sun beamed down on the two. Some people sitting outside for a smoke glanced at them, before returning to their own things. Hell let out a long breath, and chuckled “looks like we’re home free” he mused. 

“Thank God” She gasped, getting her breath back, “and thank you again Engie, fuck that was wild”

She slumped a bit in the chair as they got closer to the truck. Exhaustion and pain set in.

“Like some sorta Charlie Chaplin chase.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

Messenger froze when Dell addressed the other woman. 

“Oh jesus crackers” she whispers, not able to turn but…yikes yikes.

“…Well this is a pleasant surprise!” 

An unfamiliar, sweet and kindly voice answered him as she pulled the mask down. 

Messenger sighed loudly in relief.

“I was just going up to check up on you, I came to the conclusion that I can put up with whatever the “Ma’am” thinks she can do to me for interfering after all. I was certainly hoping you to be on the move, but I didn’t expect you to have help.”

“…So you’re not mad that I uh…”

“Aggravated your wounds and will probably need a minor second round of surgery to keep you together? You’re bleeding through your bandages.”

It was true, but thankfully not a lot.

 “We’ll talk, Messenger.” Her voice went stern and somewhat frosty when addressing Mess, then sweetened again talking to Dell, “She can explain me later, for now, I can cover your exit.”

She pulled the mask back up. 

“I suggest you hold your breath and go quickly for the exit.”

She pulled out a small canister and began to shake it. The bell dinged, and the doors opened. 

“I’m sorry” he stammered slightly “it’s mostly my fault this happened” he explained. He watched as she shook the canister, barley having time to think until the doors opened, a small group of people standing on the other side. 

He grasped the back of the chair, tightening his grip “get ready” he said, leaning into his friend. Quickly, he broke into another run, his legs pumping hard as he swerved passed the people. Guards doon following behind him.

“Oh, hardly. Really it’s the hit team’s fault anyway,” She answered, prepared.

Messenger nodded at Dell’s warning and held on tight as he sprinted them toward the door.

The woman had not lied about covering their exit, though. There was a loud hissing sound as a cloud of pink smoke puffed into the air and quickly filled the reception area they ran through. Everyone who breathed it in slowed their actions gradually to a halt, blinking in a dazed sort of stupor. Messenger’s cheeks were puffed from holding her breath, and she gave Dell a thumbs up from where she was gripping the arm of the chair for dear life.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

The fact that neither of them had noticed the woman in surgical scrubs in the corner of the elevator really spoke to their observational skills. Messenger, facing away from her, continued to not notice said woman. Instead, she wheezed laughing the pain cutting back through the adrenaline rush. 

“You… are… amazing.” she managed, gasping “Thank you again. That was fuckin fantastic and…yeah you never know when you’ll need one. We uh, we’re gonna have to be… careful they probably let security know…downstairs.”

“We can make our way past them I think” Dell chuckled, still slightly out of breath. He his blood was pumping hard, and his body shook with the excitement. Then, he saw the woman, and seemingly immediately, the thrill was gone. 

Clearing his throat, he said “howdy ma’am. Didn’t see you in here.” He smiled awkwardly at her “sorry if we frightened ya.”

Messenger froze when Dell addressed the other woman. 

“Oh jesus crackers” she whispers, not able to turn but…yikes yikes.

“…Well this is a pleasant surprise!” 

An unfamiliar, sweet and kindly voice answered him as she pulled the mask down. 

Messenger sighed loudly in relief.

“I was just going up to check up on you, I came to the conclusion that I can put up with whatever the “Ma’am” thinks she can do to me for interfering after all. I was certainly hoping you to be on the move, but I didn’t expect you to have help.”

“…So you’re not mad that I uh…”

“Aggravated your wounds and will probably need a minor second round of surgery to keep you together? You’re bleeding through your bandages.”

It was true, but thankfully not a lot.

 “We’ll talk, Messenger.” Her voice went stern and somewhat frosty when addressing Mess, then sweetened again talking to Dell, “She can explain me later, for now, I can cover your exit.”

She pulled the mask back up. 

“I suggest you hold your breath and go quickly for the exit.”

She pulled out a small canister and began to shake it. The bell dinged, and the doors opened. 

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

The nurse stared and just threw up her hands in exasperation and walked backwards back into the ward, closing the door.

Messenger got herself somewhat in order with Dell’s help before the jolt and they were zooming with panicked doctors and security staff yelling behind them. The wooshing air spurred her adrenaline on and Messenger, began to whoop and holler like a cowhand at the medical staff leaping out of their way. An unfortunate tech holding a bedpan dove to the side but tripped as he did, face draining to a ghostly mask of horror over the imminent disaster that came sloshing toward him.

Messenger grimaced for his sake before breaking into a loud maniacal cackle. Finally, they neared the floor’s elevator. Messenger glimpsed the herd of staff gaining on them in the reflection of the metal as the doors opened.

“Faster cowboy, we gotta beat the stampede! They’re on our tail!” 

He couldn’t help but laugh with her. Sure he felt bad for the staff, but this was a lot of fun. Dells eyes glued onto the doors, slowly opening. Picking up his pace, he shouted out a “Yee-haw” as he ran with her into the elevator.  

Dell turned to watch the doors close waving to the staff “have a nice day now” he chuckled. The doors closed and they began their decent down. 

“This” he said, breathing heavily “is exiting. I’m parked not far from here, so it should be easy to get you to my truck, can probably put the chair in the back of it too. It could come in handy in the future.” 

The fact that neither of them had noticed the woman in surgical scrubs in the corner of the elevator really spoke to their observational skills. Messenger, facing away from her, continued to not notice said woman. Instead, she wheezed laughing the pain cutting back through the adrenaline rush. 

“You… are… amazing.” she managed, gasping “Thank you again. That was fuckin fantastic and…yeah you never know when you’ll need one. We uh, we’re gonna have to be… careful they probably let security know…downstairs.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Swearing in post op? Rude doctors,” she grinned despite herself and managed to pick her pace up, adrenaline kicking in, “Haha oh boy Phis is gonna kill me for exer-hey!”

A nurse a few rooms ahead of them exited pushing a wheelchair. She looked up at their approach and took a moment to register just what the hap was fuckening. This was all Messenger needed to launch herself at the chair, knocking it from the nurse’s grip… and of course landing on her stomach and sending it skittering slightly away from her. Messenger had to bite her lip had to keep from screaming in pain because she is an idiot who has bad ideas. Only by the grace of reflexes had she managed to throw her good arm out and keep herself from bashing her shattered shoulder against the fucking linoleum. In sea lion position she gasped and managed to stutter out through her bloody lip.

“help me up help me up help me up”

Dell rushed to his friends side, grabbing the chair on his way “be careful, be careful” he told her.  He carefully scooped the Messenger up, doing it quickly. “ He looked at the nurse, who was standing up and apologized softly to her “I don’t have time to explain, just trust me.”

“Hey, you” a voice called out behind him “stop!” As a doctor began to chase after, Dell broke into a full sprint, pushing the chair in front of him. He tried his best to keep the chair upright and make the ride as smooth as possible for her. 

The nurse stared and just threw up her hands in exasperation and walked backwards back into the ward, closing the door.

Messenger got herself somewhat in order with Dell’s help before the jolt and they were zooming with panicked doctors and security staff yelling behind them. The wooshing air spurred her adrenaline on and Messenger, began to whoop and holler like a cowhand at the medical staff leaping out of their way. An unfortunate tech holding a bedpan dove to the side but tripped as he did, face draining to a ghostly mask of horror over the imminent disaster that came sloshing toward him.

Messenger grimaced for his sake before breaking into a loud maniacal cackle. Finally, they neared the floor’s elevator. Messenger glimpsed the herd of staff gaining on them in the reflection of the metal as the doors opened.

“Faster cowboy, we gotta beat the stampede! They’re on our tail!” 

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“That uh, that’s reassuring actually but yeah chair’s better.” 

She looked at the chair somewhat longingly but shook her head and gripped his arm a little harder.

“Call me clingy and paranoid, but I know how fast Her contractors move and I’m a stoned pigeon on my own-”

Footsteps and voices sounded down the hospital corridor as a tech and nurse began to round the corner. 

“Oh shit, shit,” She pulled at Engineer, hobbling faster with her fist in her mouth to keep herself from yelling at each step. 

Dell sped up his pace, trying not to go too fast “crap, should’ve known they’d be coming” he grumbled. He turned his head from side to side as he rushed down the hall, desperately trying to find a wheelchair.

A voice boomed behind them “she’s gone, where the fuck did she go?” The voice was followed by another “we got a code yellow” it said, soon being echoed down the hall. 

“No no no” Dell muttered.

“Swearing in post op? Rude doctors,” she grinned despite herself and managed to pick her pace up, adrenaline kicking in, “Haha oh boy Phis is gonna kill me for exer-hey!”

A nurse a few rooms ahead of them exited pushing a wheelchair. She looked up at their approach and took a moment to register just what the hap was fuckening. This was all Messenger needed to launch herself at the chair, knocking it from the nurse’s grip… and of course landing on her stomach and sending it skittering slightly away from her. Messenger had to bite her lip had to keep from screaming in pain because she is an idiot who has bad ideas. Only by the grace of reflexes had she managed to throw her good arm out and keep herself from bashing her shattered shoulder against the fucking linoleum. In sea lion position she gasped and managed to stutter out through her bloody lip.

“help me up help me up help me up”

Starter for @necklace-of-teeth

necklace-of-teeth:

oldboyjensrps:

@necklace-of-teeth

RED Base- Badlands NM

Circa 1967

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The Messenger had survived the briefing by the grace of either God or the Administrator. Probably the Administrator. She had a way with words and unsubtle paycut threats that Messenger was 98% sure had saved her from some sort of mercurial death. Heh. Wait shit was that why the word was mercenary? Because of mercury- wait no mercury was the messenger god, she was thinking Mars and focus. Rubbing the rope burn on her wrists from being tied to the chair, Messenger kind of looked around awkwardly at the mercs still in the rec room. 

“I uh, well… that was all I had but, uh, I’ll be back with… y’know, mail and directives and stuff. Um… well thanks for not killing me this time! I uh mean, any time. In general. Thanks.” she double finger gunned and backed out of the room, and into the hallway.

She didn’t stop moving until she had managed to find her way outside to where her scooter was waiting, certain that spy or someone would be following her. The moment her feet hit the red dust again, Messenger slid to sitting, leaning against the wall of the base. She pressed her hands to her chest to try and force her heart to stop having a fit.

“Breathe, idiot, we still have to get back,” she mumbled and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “hoo that went better than it could have though.”

He listened to her ramble on with amusement. She was certainly an interesting creature. When he pulled her up he gave a small chuckle. “Alright. I know some good places in town we can go then, If you’d like.” He offered. “Or I suppose I have coffee at my van, but I ain’t sure if you’d be too comfortable with that seein how jittery you are.”

“I uh, I am a sucker for coffeeshops, and I wouldn’t wanna intrude . It’s your home, wouldn’t feel right. That’s, uh, on me, not you. On a scale of not to very, I’m just a like, y’know, rational amount of scared of you. Professional fear. Sorry, sorry, that’s a long way to say yeah sure wherever you recommend is good!” 

She dusted herself off and readjusted her glasses to not be sliding halfway down her face. 

“And uh, well I’d offer to drive but” she gestures to the very much a one seater scooter, “Small.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

The lifting elicited a yelp, and Messenger struggled to remain upright.

“Ow damn it why does the body have to be connected I’m not even hurt there,” she grumbles, “I uh, as much as I don’t want to steal a wheelchair from someone who needs it, I don’t think carrying is the best idea. A, I’m heavy, and B, ow. I’m sorry, you’re being so kind, but my body’s a hassle.”

“I spend hours a day carrying heavy equipment across the base, even into the other teams base sometimes” he told her, chuckling a bit “you ain’t gonna be a problem for me to lift. But, seeing as how this is causing you pain a chair would be the better idea. It shouldn’t be too hard to find one.” 

Gently he guided her to a soft looking chair in the hallway “do you want to sit here while I run and grab one, or do you want to come with me?”

“That uh, that’s reassuring actually but yeah chair’s better.” 

She looked at the chair somewhat longingly but shook her head and gripped his arm a little harder.

“Call me clingy and paranoid, but I know how fast Her contractors move and I’m a stoned pigeon on my own-”

Footsteps and voices sounded down the hospital corridor as a tech and nurse began to round the corner. 

“Oh shit, shit,” She pulled at Engineer, hobbling faster with her fist in her mouth to keep herself from yelling at each step.