Hostages - Flightdeck (Luke, Natalie, Open)

[Natalie Blake]

Natalie nodded to Luke's request. "Fair enough," she consented quietly, turning the slightest amount. She'd be able to attack her target easier from this position. Throwing Luke a brief, hopefully reassuring smile, she began counting down in her head. Three... two... one.

As Luke booked it for the door as best he could with his limp, she snuck up behind the terrorist. While his attention was riveted on Luke, she latched onto his back, bringing the cloth around and smothering his face with it. He yelled in alarm and stumbled backwards into a console, making Natalie gasp in pain as she was slammed against it.

"Get this bitch off me!" he managed to shriek around the cloth at his partner. Natalie gripped on tighter. She only needed a few more seconds, and he'd be out cold. If she held on just long enough--

But it was then that she felt a pair of unwanted arms closing around her waist and pulling her backwards. She struggled against them, trying desperately to keep the cloth over the man's mouth. The other man jerked harder, and she kicked out blindly, feeling the heel of her stiletto hit flesh. Howling in pain, the man reeled backwards, and she managed to retain her hold.

The terrorist's attempts to get her off his back grew weaker, and for a moment she thought she'd succeeded in knocking him out. But then, suddenly, with a final burst of strength, he launched them both backwards and into the wall. The weight of him forced the air from her lungs with an almost audible whoosh, and she fell limply to the ground when he stepped away.

Remembering Luke's plea, she pretended to have fallen unconscious. "Forget Martin for now, check her," the leader ordered, sounding groggy. She heard the man she'd kicked approach her, and then the hair was pushed away from her neck as two fingers felt for a pulse.

"She's alive," the goon affirmed, standing again. Natalie had to work not to resist as he used his foot to roll her onto her back--and he was none too gentle about it, either. "What should we do with her? Should we kill her?"

Natalie's heart stuttered, and she felt her blood run cold. If the other man said yes... if Luke or someone didn't reach her in time... She found she suddenly had to pay close attention to her hands to make sure they didn't shake and give away that she was faking. If he gave the order to kill her, she'd wait for just the right moment before making an escape. The door wasn't too far away, and if she ran she had a chance of making it. Probably.

(ooc:: Hahaha, that was way longer than I thought it would be...)

[Luke Martin]

(Lol, just a bit xD Nice post though!)

Despite his whole body screaming for him to turn back and check that Natalie was okay, he kept going. He had to keep going, him getting back there with a weapon was their only way out of this. If they took down this leader, then they stood a good chance of taking down the rest, saving the crew, and getting out of this in one piece.

Luckily, the was an arms locker just down the corridor from the flight deck. Luke ripped the door open, almost taking it off it's hinges - he'd definitely damaged the mechanism - grasping for any sort of weapon. He found a phase pistol, and spun the barrel round so that it was the end set to stun. The government would want these guys alive, and he didn't feel like killing anyone today, despite the bastard blowing a hole in his leg.

He hobbled his way back down the corridor, his free hand balled up into a fist to marginally help deal with the pain, his teeth clamped down tightly over his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He wouldn't give himself away now, that would be entirely counterproductive, and their chance would be gone. The two terrorists would surely kill Natalie and make him watch. He couldn't handle that, no matter how tough he acted.

Luke drew to a halt in the doorway, firing a shot at the goon which hit him in the back of the head. His body shuddered slightly as he fell to the ground unconscious. Luke paused briefly as he looked over at Natalie. He sincerely hoped that she was just pretending to be unconscious like he'd asked, and that she was still alive. She would be, she had to be.

Kay swivelled round, his gun no longer on him, and he stared at Luke, a look of annoyance on his face. Damn it, they'd got him. "This isn't the last you'll be hearing from us," he told Luke, before Luke fired a shot at his chest. He collapsed backwards, hitting his head on the console as he went out like a light.

Luke scampered as quickly as he could over to Natalie, shaking her shoulder gently, "Natalie? You okay?"

[Natalie Blake]

Natalie pushed herself shakily into a sitting position, gulping in air and coughing when her lungs demanded it come faster and in larger quantities. She looked down at the unconscious terrorists, her expression blank. She then turned her eyes on Luke and tried but couldn't quite manage to smile at him.

"I'm as good as is to be expected," she rasped, coughing again as her lungs protested. Swallowing, she hauled herself unsteadily to her feet. "You seem to be okay," she noted gratefully, snatching the guns from the terrorists holsters to make sure they wouldn't use them later.

They'd both made it out alive, and that had been the whole point. She was glad that she wouldn't have to attend Luke's funeral; or him hers, for that matter.

"We should see if we can find anyone else," she suggested, traipsing over to the door and peering out into the hall. "It looks to be all clear." She glanced back down at the two terrorists out cold on the floor, adding, "We can leave these two here, they won't be causing anymore trouble for now."

(That more or less wraps up the thread, no?)

[Luke Martin]

(Yep, pretty much! And now, we wait for the others to get free )

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