Post by plantnerd92 on Mar 3, 2013 15:19:12 GMT -6
Linnea: *getting ready for a trip to England to visit her family, having left her dog with Rose and Xavier for them to take care of while she's gone*
Dimitri: *walking up with Fyodor. He uses a card to shift the lock open, smiling when it works. He pulls out a gun and motions for Fyodor to be quiet.*
Fyodor: *nasty smile, pulls out his own gun and pushes door open*
Linnea: *perks up at the sound of the lock clicking, but when she hears the door open, she dives under the bed, too afraid to even breathe*
Fyodor: *begins to search the apartment*
Dimitri: *crooks his finger at Fyodor and motions to the bed. He points when he sees a pink shoe poking out from beneath the bed*
Fyodor: *puts gun in holster, seizes Linnea's ankle and yanks her*
Dimitri: *holds his gun at her, grinning wickedly as she is pulled out of hiding*
Linnea: *screams, and starts fighting to get him to let her go with everything she's got, feeling like she's a fish on a line being reeled in, desperately trying to get to something and smash it so there is evidence of them being here, still screaming*
Dimitri: Get her and let's go! Ivan wants her there before things go down at midnight.
Fyodor: *wrestles Linnea, pins her to the floor*
Linnea: STOP IT! LET GO OF ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Dimitri: *smiling* For you to lead Tarasova to his his death. *takes out a needle and injects her with sedative*
Linnea: What?! I don't even have anything to do with... *sedative suddenly kicks in, and her eyes droop, speaking her last word with a mumble* ... him... *eyes slip closed, and goes limp*
****
Nikolai: *goes walking with Santiago and the other men up to the place they have determined as the headquarters*
Santiago: *quietly, to Nikolai* You sure this is the place?
*the headquarters is an old warehouse in Le Peripherie that used to manufacture car parts. It has been shut down for at least five years, possibly longer. The sign is chipped and there is a big "CONDEMNED" sign on the door*
Nikolai: I heard the phone call. This is it.
Ivan: *steps out* Glad to hear you got the message... *smiles and motions for Dimitri and Fyodor to bring Linnea out*
Linnea: *now lucid, the sedative having worn off, gagged, and wrists bound, struggling against them the whole way, hatred burning in her chocolate brown eyes*
Ivan: It's simple, Tarasova. Give yourself up, the girl goes free.
Nikolai: *eyes wide as he curses in Russian* Let her go!! She has nothing to do with this!
Ivan: See, now we have your attention. So, how about a trade? *levels pistol at Linnea* You for her.
Niko: *paling slightly* I don't believe for a second you're actually going to hold up your end of the bargain.
Linnea: *calmly gazes between Nikolai and Ivan, staring down the barrel of the pistol, the whole situation strangely surreal to her*
Ivan: *smiles* Very well then... *shoots Linnea in the stomach*
Santiago: *same moment shoots Ivan in the back*
Niko: NO!! *rushes to catch her as she falls*
Linnea: *stands there, eyes wide with shock, paling as deep red blooms in her abdomen, starts to fall to her knees when she caught by Nikolai, still gagged and hands tied*
*Santiago and Las Gardunas round on Fyodor and Dimitri, fighting ensues around Nikolai and Linnea*
Niko: *pulls her gag off and unties her* Linnea, look at me...stay with me. *brushes her hair from her face*
Linnea: *face twisted into a agonized grimace from the horrible pain in her gut, feeling the disgusting ooze her blood is making as it leaves her body, pale, sweating, and trembling, cries out weakly* Make it stop! Please, make it stop!
Niko: *struggles out of the flannel shirt he's in and presses it to the wound to try and stop the bleeding* I can't...I wish I could, I'm so sorry.
Linnea: *gripping Nikolai tightly, scared, and in complete agony, somehow trying to glean strength from him* ... Nikolai...
Niko: *holds her close with one arm, letting go of the shirt and stroking her hair* I'm right here, Linnea...I'm here.
Linnea: *lasts for a while, but finally her skin starts to cool and become clammy, her breathing slowing down, weakening steadily*
Niko: *can feel her fading* Linnea? No no no....come on. Stay with me! Open your eyes!
Linnea: *murmuring, now numb to the pain* ... I'm so tired... *manages to lift her eyelids with a Herculean amount of effort and looks up at him, smiling slightly* ... I'm sorry I was so horrible to you, Niko... I did always have a soft spot for you... *shivers*
Niko: *softly with a weak smile* I told you so... *places a soft kiss to her forehead*
Linnea: ...I'm sorry it wasn't enough...
Niko: What do I say to him?
Linnea: *winces, as she shifts slightly* Tell him that I'm sorry.
Niko: For what?
Linnea: *breathing becomes more of a struggle* For everything... *looks up at him with some difficulty, slowly bringing her hand up to gently caress the side of his face, struggling to sit up, to get closer to him, starts to pull his head down closer to her*
Nikolai: *gently presses his lips to her own*
Linnea: *mouth moves weakly against his for a moment, inhaling deeply, the scent of his aftershave, the soft feel of his lips and the light tickle of his goatee against her face calming her. Her eyes closed, having held that breath for a long moment, before it slowly escapes her, her body slackening, hand sliding and falling away from his face as her pulse stills*
Nikolai: *looks at her laying so still in his arms, shaking his head for a long moment before cradling her close to his body and burying his face in her hair*
Santiago: You missed the fire-fight, chico. *notices Linnea's body, miniature flashback to Gisele's murder, places hand on Nikolai's shoulder* I'm sorry. *Realization of the situation sinks in more fully, retracts hand, clears throat* We can't stay here. It won't be long before this place is swarming with cops.
Niko: *nods slowly, placing one last kiss to her forehead before laying her down gently so the police can take care of her. He slowly rises to his feet, his plain white tee shirt now covered in her blood.* Let's go... *follows numbly back to the vehicle*
Santiago: *pulls out phone to call Georgette* I'll call someone to pick her up. Don't worry, your girl will be in good hands.
Dimitri: *walking up with Fyodor. He uses a card to shift the lock open, smiling when it works. He pulls out a gun and motions for Fyodor to be quiet.*
Fyodor: *nasty smile, pulls out his own gun and pushes door open*
Linnea: *perks up at the sound of the lock clicking, but when she hears the door open, she dives under the bed, too afraid to even breathe*
Fyodor: *begins to search the apartment*
Dimitri: *crooks his finger at Fyodor and motions to the bed. He points when he sees a pink shoe poking out from beneath the bed*
Fyodor: *puts gun in holster, seizes Linnea's ankle and yanks her*
Dimitri: *holds his gun at her, grinning wickedly as she is pulled out of hiding*
Linnea: *screams, and starts fighting to get him to let her go with everything she's got, feeling like she's a fish on a line being reeled in, desperately trying to get to something and smash it so there is evidence of them being here, still screaming*
Dimitri: Get her and let's go! Ivan wants her there before things go down at midnight.
Fyodor: *wrestles Linnea, pins her to the floor*
Linnea: STOP IT! LET GO OF ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Dimitri: *smiling* For you to lead Tarasova to his his death. *takes out a needle and injects her with sedative*
Linnea: What?! I don't even have anything to do with... *sedative suddenly kicks in, and her eyes droop, speaking her last word with a mumble* ... him... *eyes slip closed, and goes limp*
****
Nikolai: *goes walking with Santiago and the other men up to the place they have determined as the headquarters*
Santiago: *quietly, to Nikolai* You sure this is the place?
*the headquarters is an old warehouse in Le Peripherie that used to manufacture car parts. It has been shut down for at least five years, possibly longer. The sign is chipped and there is a big "CONDEMNED" sign on the door*
Nikolai: I heard the phone call. This is it.
Ivan: *steps out* Glad to hear you got the message... *smiles and motions for Dimitri and Fyodor to bring Linnea out*
Linnea: *now lucid, the sedative having worn off, gagged, and wrists bound, struggling against them the whole way, hatred burning in her chocolate brown eyes*
Ivan: It's simple, Tarasova. Give yourself up, the girl goes free.
Nikolai: *eyes wide as he curses in Russian* Let her go!! She has nothing to do with this!
Ivan: See, now we have your attention. So, how about a trade? *levels pistol at Linnea* You for her.
Niko: *paling slightly* I don't believe for a second you're actually going to hold up your end of the bargain.
Linnea: *calmly gazes between Nikolai and Ivan, staring down the barrel of the pistol, the whole situation strangely surreal to her*
Ivan: *smiles* Very well then... *shoots Linnea in the stomach*
Santiago: *same moment shoots Ivan in the back*
Niko: NO!! *rushes to catch her as she falls*
Linnea: *stands there, eyes wide with shock, paling as deep red blooms in her abdomen, starts to fall to her knees when she caught by Nikolai, still gagged and hands tied*
*Santiago and Las Gardunas round on Fyodor and Dimitri, fighting ensues around Nikolai and Linnea*
Niko: *pulls her gag off and unties her* Linnea, look at me...stay with me. *brushes her hair from her face*
Linnea: *face twisted into a agonized grimace from the horrible pain in her gut, feeling the disgusting ooze her blood is making as it leaves her body, pale, sweating, and trembling, cries out weakly* Make it stop! Please, make it stop!
Niko: *struggles out of the flannel shirt he's in and presses it to the wound to try and stop the bleeding* I can't...I wish I could, I'm so sorry.
Linnea: *gripping Nikolai tightly, scared, and in complete agony, somehow trying to glean strength from him* ... Nikolai...
Niko: *holds her close with one arm, letting go of the shirt and stroking her hair* I'm right here, Linnea...I'm here.
Linnea: *lasts for a while, but finally her skin starts to cool and become clammy, her breathing slowing down, weakening steadily*
Niko: *can feel her fading* Linnea? No no no....come on. Stay with me! Open your eyes!
Linnea: *murmuring, now numb to the pain* ... I'm so tired... *manages to lift her eyelids with a Herculean amount of effort and looks up at him, smiling slightly* ... I'm sorry I was so horrible to you, Niko... I did always have a soft spot for you... *shivers*
Niko: *softly with a weak smile* I told you so... *places a soft kiss to her forehead*
Linnea: ...I'm sorry it wasn't enough...
Niko: What do I say to him?
Linnea: *winces, as she shifts slightly* Tell him that I'm sorry.
Niko: For what?
Linnea: *breathing becomes more of a struggle* For everything... *looks up at him with some difficulty, slowly bringing her hand up to gently caress the side of his face, struggling to sit up, to get closer to him, starts to pull his head down closer to her*
Nikolai: *gently presses his lips to her own*
Linnea: *mouth moves weakly against his for a moment, inhaling deeply, the scent of his aftershave, the soft feel of his lips and the light tickle of his goatee against her face calming her. Her eyes closed, having held that breath for a long moment, before it slowly escapes her, her body slackening, hand sliding and falling away from his face as her pulse stills*
Nikolai: *looks at her laying so still in his arms, shaking his head for a long moment before cradling her close to his body and burying his face in her hair*
Santiago: You missed the fire-fight, chico. *notices Linnea's body, miniature flashback to Gisele's murder, places hand on Nikolai's shoulder* I'm sorry. *Realization of the situation sinks in more fully, retracts hand, clears throat* We can't stay here. It won't be long before this place is swarming with cops.
Niko: *nods slowly, placing one last kiss to her forehead before laying her down gently so the police can take care of her. He slowly rises to his feet, his plain white tee shirt now covered in her blood.* Let's go... *follows numbly back to the vehicle*
Santiago: *pulls out phone to call Georgette* I'll call someone to pick her up. Don't worry, your girl will be in good hands.
