The Assassin and the Savior (closed for gearhead73)

[Ravishing]

James Hart glances at the black-haired woman beside him. Watching the way her fingers toyed through her hair. "Alice?"

Alice Jones gave a glance to James for all of two seconds. "Mmm?"

He shook his head a little putting his eyes back onto the road. Glancing in the rear view mirror a moment seeing nothing then looking back to the road ahead. His hands lazily guided the sedan along that twisting road. He really hated these damned hills.

Alice sighs. "What, mandatory two-week holiday break over Easter, with no one around except you, who hides me off in some remote cottage in the middle of nowhere? While there's nothing but trees about for miles and that huge ass lake with fish."

Her handler did get it. Her life was nothing like he had been at all. Hadn't been for two years and honestly, his only consolation for this was a steady paycheck. A girlfriend he'd had to break up with as he went deep undercover to protect the witness's ass.

James was perhaps too distracted, between his thoughts. Then Alice turned the music on and up. Humming along with it. The backseat had her first aid kit on it, and two suitcases. His and hers. The car was licenced to her. She flipped open the glove box fishing about in it for mints, and then offered one to James.

It was a peace offering. A mint. Yet in that moment the very second, he took his eyes off the road and brought them back. Another car crashed into the side of his, and gunfire flew past his car, and the one speeding off on the wrong side of the road. A screeching of tires, and a thud hard in the boot of the sedan. Sent it skidding sideways then flipping. Alice felt that thud and grabbed places bracing herself. When it rolled, side over side and stopped against the mountainside.

The other car skidded and spun about facing the wrong way, while the doors of the open behind opened. James found himself rattled, a broken arm, but he flung that door open and was five steps away firing when a bottle hit him fair between the eyes.

Alice scrambled over the back into the backseat and put her first aid bag over her head. Listening to the flying bullets everywhere.

 

[gearhead73]

“HOLY FUCK!!!!” Ethan shouted as he dove out of the second story window of what had been his sniper hide. He had no idea how the mark’s security knew that their principal had been in danger let alone where the ‘danger’, known as Ethan Foster, would be lying in wait to take the kill shot. Had he been betrayed? If so by whom? Both of these questions would need to be answered, but first he would need to survive long enough to find the truth.
He had planned for contingencies, but none of them had involved jumping down two stories into an awning that covered the valet booth of the hotel he had been set up in. The weatherproof fabric of the covering slowed his fall just enough before tearing loose from its bindings allowing to fall to the ground with a thud. To his feet and into a hard run as semi-automatic gunfire raked the sidewalk around his feet as he sprinted toward the corner and his waiting car.
Ethan slung the door open, turned the ignition and speed into oncoming traffic as .223 Remington bullets pic marked his roof and back glass, narrowly missing his head. “How the fuck….” he spat as he jerked the wheel to the right and sped out of the line of fire of his adversaries.
Twenty minutes later, calm but still driving as fast as the Chevy Malibu would allow Ethan turned onto Route seven which ran along the lake. His mind racing, he reached behind the passenger seat to the floor board to retrieve the go bag he always kept at the ready. He needed answers and he needed them fast. He only hopes that it hadn’t been his long time contact that had burned him. Grabbing his Sat phone, he powered it on and keyed in a preprogrammed number. Before the call could connect, his rear window exploded and a hail storm of bullets tore through the passenger compartment; one round hitting him in the right arm. Ethan jerked the wheel to the left and into oncoming traffic, colliding with a dark colored sedan and sending both vehicles over the small embankment. That last think Ethan remembered was the shriek of tires and the grinding of colliding metal.

 

[Ravishing]

Cursing about the bottle he watched it smash at his feet, spinning about even with the arm pain burning through him, he skidded over the top of Alice's vehicle and rolled to duck down. Speaking calmly, "Alice, get your ass over there and check on that other dude." A pause, "What in the hell have we tumbled into." The last said more quietly as he noted the gunfire increasing after he shot back a few times. Most shots do not hit the car deliberately and whiz off into the trees and brush beyond.

Alice with her medical kit in hand, took a few breaths. James and her had worked on this. Because the Seattle mobsters who were looking for her still weren't the type to mess about. Her inner calm in chaos came from all her times in the ER with multiple victims in the cue to be seen. She had been a top-notch ER Trauma Surgeon. The person who saved your ass before you went into actual surgery.

Waiting till she heard a break in the fire, she flung her door open to shield her and kept low in a crouch moving to the other car, she opened its passenger door which was right there. Climbing in and sitting almost more on the floor of the passenger side, she found herself looking at a ruggedly handsome man. Someone a few years younger than herself. Then she was the gunshot in his right arm. "J, one gsw."

James who was in his early 30's understood the code. Even those in the FBI spoke in that manner about it, which made it quicker to say. "You got it?" Said as he was peeking over the hood trying to see how many had been in that car which stopped. So far he thought he counted three. Three, wasn't too bad right?

"Yeah..." She called back while rifling through for gause with one hand, the other checked the site for debris. She also carefully moved it to see if it'd lodged in there. Nodding to herself she tucked the packet of gause back, then went for the tourniquet automatically her hands went through the motions of organising it, then wrapping it high about his arm close to the shoulder, tying it tight enough she could feel him stirring due to the additional pain. The gauze pack now pulled out, torn open and she pressed some to the back of the wound, seeking to apply a line of tape over two sides, then some to the front and repeating it. He might well come too with her hands wrapped about there then trying to staunch it. "You've been shot. I'm stopping the bleeding."

James opened fire, winging one of the gunmen in the arm ....

 

[gearhead73]

Ethan jolted awake to a mixture of dangerously close gunfire, throbbing aches from various appendages coupled with a searing pain in his right shoulder. Trying to gather his bearings, and assess his situation his hand automatically began searching around his supine form in search of his go bag weapon.

With a few blocks is of his steadily clearing eyes he realized that he wasn’t alone. Hovering over home was an angelic faced, framed by jet black hair. She seemed to be concentrating intently on the side that was burning with pain. As he looked to his right, he could see that she was at least partially responsible for it. His mouth dropped open as he watched her gloved fingers shoving gauze inside the would to try and stop the bleeding. She noticed that he was conscious, and for a moment their eyes met.

"You've been shot. I'm stopping the bleeding." she said matter of factly, before continuing with her work.

With another quick glance at his wound he replied, “I usually like dinner first before I allow someone to put a finger in me.”
He never got the chance to see if she would respond as shots rang out from behind him. On instinct he brought his foot under him, pushed off and shifted his weight until he was covering the woman with his body. Quickly looking around, Ethan located his bag, deftly opened the center zippered compartment and wrapped his hand around the all too familiar grip of his Glock. After taking in his surroundings and assessing the situation, Ethan scooted toward the sound of the pistol reports. He could see a middle aged man, most likely a cop of fed by the Weaver stance he was using to fire his weapon. He was engaged with two men that were hiding behind the car that had been chasing him. One was wounded in the arm but was still in the fight. Ethan crawled to the window that had been shattered in the crash and raised his pistol to help take out the men who had been chasing him. He was just below the edge of the road, but had a clear shot to the winged shooter. Two trigger pulls later and the injured man fell to the pavement. Ethan figured he would have to move to a flanking position to see the other shooter, so he snaked through the rear window opening that he had just shot out of and crawled along the roadside. Using the bank for concealment, he was able to get into a good position when he heard the government/ cop cry out after a volley of shots from the remaining shooter. Springing up, Ethan fired three rapid shots; ending the gun battle.

“Are you good?” He shouted to the woman who had rendered aid to his shoulder as me made his way to the roadway to make sure the enemy was dead.

 

[Ravishing]

Even as Ethan was moving Alice was out of his car his go-bag slung with her own med kit satchel. She stood cautiously and seemed to assess the situation rather fast. "Need to toss him in his car, set the scene like a carjacking gone wrong... You right?" Even as she ran for the car she and James had been in. Pulling her suitcase and throwing it in Ethan's car. It was oddly in better condition than James's. She pulled the registration stuff from it and pocketed it. From James who she hauled up on her own with a fireman carry she dropped him in the front seat with his gun, half in, half out.

From his keyring, she took two keys and his cash from the wallet she halved. Moving to help Ethan with moving one of the bodies closer. Alice knew she was simply in gear and reacting. She knew eventually she'd come down off this adrenaline high. Once they set the scene she looked at him. A mild frown for a moment. "If we stay, there's questions. if we go... there's a cabin and quiet and no questions." She seemed to be leaving it in his hands there. But she was clearly going with him, or, going under with him. But it might just be obvious she did not want to stay put either. Leaving now might just be safer for both and she seemed like she knew what she was doing to keep him alive. She also hadn't fallen apart under fire.