Startled by his comrad's sudden appearence, the invader who was trying to wrestle the Thompson away from Jersey, hesitated.
It was the opportunity Jersey had been waiting for. He kicked, slamming the point of his boot in the shin. As the invader stumbled back, Jersey twisted the gun free.
The invader doubled up his fists, but a screech from down the hall annouced the return of the osprey.
Everyone, Blue blazer and invader alike, dropped to the floor as Draco flew around the corner and over head, a chunk of some poor soul's scalp clutched like a prize in her talons.
The front door opened just in time for the bird to fly out and away.
Knuckles watched her go, then looked inside to to survey the sceen.
Only a handful of the invaders were left in any condition to fight. Once someone started to fight back, there had been no holding back the interns, There had been only a few more of them than thier captors, and they were young and inexperienced. But they had had enough! These people had invaded their sanctuary, and, quite simply, pissed them off! Pay back time!
Knuckles had to stop and laugh aa the fight once again picked up after Draco's departure. "Hey, Doc." she called over the roar of battle. "Need a hand?"
Bruised, but otherwise in fair condition, New Jersey waved a hand at her. "No." he paused to kick an invader off of a yound intern and into the arms of a trio of rather upset looking girls, one using a Cabbage Patch doll to whack him on the head. "I think we just about have it." Jersey stumbled out of the way as Billy grabbed an escaping invader and threw him back into the fray.
Knuckles waved and stepped out just as buckaroo and the others caught up to her. "They don't need us." she informed them.
"Maybe they'd like to contradict you." Reno pointed down the road where the two personel carriers were returning from the stables. Behind them came what was left of the invaders, some thirty odd men. Apparently someone had gotten word to them as to where the fight really was.
"Crap." knuckles grolwed. She stuck her head inside. "Clean it up, Doc, and get your people armed for bear!"
"Reno, round up the troops." Buckaroo ordered. "The rest of you, lets go say our hellos." Then he headed for the trees on either side of the road.
Knuckles started to follow as New jersey and the interns, finishing up inside, followed thier employer toward another fight. But something else caught her attention. She wasn't sure what it was, but she took a step back the way they had come, back toward the main house where she had left Perfect Tommy, the two little girls, and the unconcious Pinky Carruthers.
She was a hunter of men, of people who escaped lawful captured or were just plian ol' bad asses. Humans were the ultimate prdeator, and she was one of the few that made humans her prey.
And every instinct told her her prey was back... not foreward.
Which brought on a whole new concern: "Tom." she whispered and bolted back.
Perfect Tommy glanced down at Pinky who was beginning to moan and show signs of concious. "Maybe you girls should get him to the infirmary." he suggested.
"I should get both of you to the infirmary!" Peggy snapped. She had repeated such several times as that bounty hunter dragged them all out here to baby sit that damn truck. If that woman hadn't kept saving thier lives, Peggy might actually grow to dislike her. 'Course, if that woman could give up doing things as if she alone in the world could fight, Peggy might actually like her too.
Mrs Johnson crouched beside the fallen gatekeeper. "It's alright, Pinky." she whispered. She looked up at Peggy. "I think he's hurt pretty bad."
Peggy looked up at Tommy, who sat on the top of the PC behind the big machine gun, his broken leg stretched out before him. He was putting on a brave front, but sweat rolled down his forehead, his blue eyes glazed a little, his jaw stiff against the pain.
Despite it all, he grined. "Not like I'm going anywhere." he pointed out.
"That's what worried me. You're a sitting duck with a broken wing."
"And a real big gun." Perfect Tommy patted the barrel of the machine gun.
"Peggy chewed her lip, still not convinced that she should leave him. But, it would take both of the young woman to carry a grown man to the infirmary. With a sigh, Peggy shoved a finger in Tommy's direction. "You stay right there, P.T. I'll be right back!"
"Don't worry. I don't plan on running off any time soon." he assured
Peggy did not smile. A woman under each arm, Pink Carruthers was carried back into the main building.
Once alone, Perfect Tommy released the breath he had been holding in a groan, dropping his forehead down on the cool steel of the gun. He resisted the urge to rub at the pain. Best of his knowlage told him that that was not a good idea when it came to broken objects.
"My, my.... Mr Perfect Tommy, you have come so far in such little time."
Perfect Tommy felt his blood run cold. Slowly he looked over at the speaker.
Lady Oran de Nathair smiled her beautiful smile. "Particularly for a dead man." Her green eyes twinkled, warning of extream danger. "Now, why don't you come on down here and join me?"
"Thanks, but I like it here." Tommy answered. He tried to move the gun around to target her, but it had been locked into place, and he couldn't reach the lock with his leg emmobile.
"Oh, but I do insist." Oran reached out with small box and touched it to the steel of the transport.
There was a spark, a sizzeling sound. Suddenly Perfect Tommy's steel seat became electrically charged.
With a startled cry, he rolled away, only to find the rest of the metal vehicle in like condition.
He had no choice. Perfect Tommy rolled off the back of the PC, landing hard on the ground a good eight feet down. The air exploaded from his lungs. All new pain added itself to the old. For a moment, everything went black. Tommy knew his eyes were open, they were the only thing still cool and not hurting. It was his head protesting, screaming that enough was enough. Forcing his mind to pay attention, Perfect Tommy blinked, until his vision returned.
"Oh, did that hurt?" Oran coed as she leaned over him.
"Not much." Perfect Tommy lied.
Crouching down, she pulled his revolver from his belt. With a disappointed sigh, she shook her head. "I expected something more... creative from you. Such a crude weapon." Again she sighed. Then turned her body just enough to stretch her arm out. The gun fired twice.
Jessica James cried out as a bullet hit her in the side, spinning her around and dropping her to the ground. As she dropped, the second bullet cut through her baraid, only a breath from the soft tissue of at the back of her neck.
