Alpha and Omega part 66 - "Another Frakking Problem"
Part 66! whoo! We're over the hump! 34 parts to go! :D Yay Big Damn Table fic!
Title - Another Frakking Problem Prompt - Rain - 066 Word count - 1475 Summary - The rescue is on, and Kara begins to realize something Author's note - This is a series on a table, I recommend reading in order and here's the tablelink http://rapfic.livejournal.com/8449.html#cutid1
The tunnels felt damp with moisture, more than before. In some places she could see water puddling, where she knew it hadn’t been before. Kara remembered suddenly that early that morning, she had looked at the sky and wondered if it would rain. Rain wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Helo had told her that the Centurions seemed less… able, in the rain, and Sam had said something along those lines as well. But, she wasn’t by nature a tunnel rat, and the increasing dampness and slippery footing made her wonder if using the centuries old drainage system was such a great idea. The smell was starting to make her think that the sewage line was overflowing. If it was raining hard, the older temple systems had a tendency to overflow. A frakking problem.
Sam at least was keeping up. She was worried about him. He had gone along with the rescue but she knew he wasn’t feeling well. She had almost suggested that he continue to stay behind but if Felix was badly hurt, she would need the backup. She hoped it wasn’t necessary. It was bad enough that she had let Felix trick her into taking the scepter and leaving without him. She just… couldn’t allow him to take the brunt of the Cylons wrath. He had been forced by his sense of duty to come on the mission. It was her responsibility.
No, she thought as her boots skidded on the wet floor, I don’t feel responsible. She looked back at Sam, and it hit her. Leaving Felix behind would be like leaving Sam behind. She wanted them both, she needed them both in her life. After a moment she scowled. That was another frakking problem. Put it out of your head Thrace, she told herself. You’ve committed. You’re getting close to the exit. Focus on the mission.
But when she looked at the secret door, a secret that Felix had been so pleased to share with her, she was almost overcome by a sense that time was running out. She held up her hand and motioned for Sam to be quiet. He nodded, gripping his rifle reflexively, and as she gestured to the levers that made it more than just a wall, he grinned in appreciation.
Kara opened the door slowly, and jumped at the whistling snap of leather striking flesh. She stopped, and held her hand to stop Sam. She knew that sound well. Her mother had never hesitated to use a leather belt for punishment. She cracked open the door just enough so that she could see Cavil viciously lash Felix with a whip. It obviously wasn’t the first blow, Felix was bruised and bleeding from cuts all over his body, and the top of his flight suit was hanging in bloody shreds. He was chained, hanging from the metal rods where the monks normally hung sides of beef, his hands secured behind his head. He hung limply, his eyes closed. Cavil spun him around.
“I thought we had moved past this,” Cavil said. “Pretending to lose consciousness only makes me hit you harder.” Kara gritted her teeth as the Cylon whipped Felix’s back, leaving red streaks. Felix didn’t even flinch, which seemed to surprise Cavil. He watched Felix’s body slowly turn around, seeming to consider. “Maybe you’re not faking. That’s easy to fix.” He stepped out of view and then back, holding a metal rod. An electric shock stick, Kara realized. She watched with cold eyes as Cavil shocked Felix, the electric current arcing as Cavil slammed the prod into Felix’s side. Felix twitched, and slowly seemed to come around.
“Are you ready to give this up?” Cavil asked. “My original offer stands. If your little friend Kara Thrace was smart, she’s already left… and considering the differences in technology, the very fact that you’re here means that you’ve back engineered our drive. She’s already back with your fleet and they’ve already jumped. So why not give it up? It’s only going to get worse. We’re reaching the point where permanent damage is going to occur.”
“I w-won’t” Felix said softly, his eyes blinking rapidly. He looked up, and over Cavil’s shoulder and for an instant, he made contact with her eyes. Then he looked down. So that he wouldn’t give her away, Kara realized. That only hardened her plan. She signaled to Sam to be alert, and she slowly and quietly opened the secret door.
Sound was the issue, she realized as she looked around the meat locker. Cavil had his back to her and she slowly withdrew the knife that Felix had insisted on adding to their gear. Son of bitch was right, she thought with a dark smile, but I can wait to tell him. It would make a good story at the bar that some guy had built in the abandoned wing. But that was not the immediate problem. She carefully stalked her prey, and as Cavil began to turn around, she grabbed him and slit his throat before he even saw her. She held the body until she was certain it was dead and then she dropped it to the floor.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Gaeta said softly. “You should be back in th-the fleet…”
“I can’t leave a teammate behind,” Kara said as she looked him over. A lot of bruising, his right knee was puffy from swelling, and there were too many bright red stripes on his skin to count. She grabbed the cuffs. “Are there keys?”
She waited and then she shook him. “Are there keys?”
“I d-don’t know… I woke up and this was where I was….” He looked at her. “Why did you come back?”
“Because I’m not leaving you behind.” But Felix wasn’t up for questioning, that was obvious, and time was short. She went to Cavil’s body and went through the pockets. In seconds she came up with a key and unlocked the cuffs and chains. She grabbed him by the shoulders as the chains fell. “Come on…. We’re getting out of here.”
“Okay…” he said and she could see how worried he was. “We h-have to move f-fast…. “ He winced as he put pressure on his right knee.
“Come on,” she said as she pulled him to the door. “We don’t have a lot of time…” She pushed him to Sam in the tunnel and then secured the door. Sam grabbed Felix and almost reflexively put his arms around the smaller man. “We have to go. Now,” she whispered. Cavil was dead but she had no idea for how long. She kept them running until they were below the subbasement. There was more water, and the stink of musty sewage was getting stronger and she was starting to get a bad feeling about the plan. She grabbed Gaeta. “Gaeta listen to me, these tunnels are drainage tunnels… are we safe if we use the same route?”
He had the tunnel rat tendencies, after all, and the internal compass. He blinked and she got the sense that he wasn’t entirely there. “I heard it raining… raining hard. That m-makes the tunnels fill…” He seemed to suddenly realize exactly where he was and he forced himself to think. “There’s another way… Is the Raptor in the same p-place?”
“Yes.” She had considered moving it from the barn they had hidden it in on the outskirts of the small mountain town, but she had worried about how long it would take. Gaeta was in bad shape as it was, and she had a feeling if they hadn’t gotten there when they did, that things would have been a lot worse.
He pointed to a different tunnel than the one they had used. “The s-sewer line….it’s dirtier but shorter. It opens higher, the r-run-off isn’t as bad.” He was struggling, Kara could see that plain on his face. If she had Cavil’s mettle, Gaeta was probably trying to shake off the effects of numerous electrical shocks. He was pale and shaking, and while his injuries didn’t look severe, he was already on the trembling edge of losing consciousness.
Which meant they had to move fast. She stripped Gaeta’s ruined flight jacket off of him and then looked at Sam. “Get him moving… I’ll be right back.” She ran into the drainage tunnel, the one they had originally used, and kept going until she came to a place where the water has risen enough to run down the tunnel in a stream just inches high. She dropped Gaeta’s jacket and turned around. She was no tracker, but the majority of footprints led one way, and the Cylons would know that Gaeta was wounded. Finding the remains of a bloody jacket in a flooded tunnel just might buy them the time they needed.