The battle took far longer than it should have. The HYDRA troops had reinforcements, men not in a HYDRA or Nazi uniform. James picked off as many as he could from a distance, then closed in and did what he did best - acted as a killing machine.
In this company, he wasn't the only one capable of doing so, either. He heard the distinctive whine of Len's gun to one side, Rory's flamethrower on the other. Saunders was in the air with Firestorm, and Sara was covering Palmer while he got his gauntlets on so he could use the weapons. Hunter appeared to have decided that since none of them were bothering to use their period-accurate weapons, he wouldn't either, returning fire with his laser pistol instead.
By the time the dust settled, even James was breathing hard and sweating. He'd taken a couple of shots, a graze on his thigh and a through-and-through on his right bicep. Both would heal quickly enough that he wasn't worried, though they'd slow him down a bit until they did.
Glancing around, he did a quick head check. Palmer and Sara, Rory and Firestorm, Saunders and...
Swearing, he looked again, harder this time. "Where's Len?" he demanded, heart squeezing in his chest. "Where the fuck are Len and Barnes?"
"Over here," Rory grunted, picking up the cold gun and pointing at an icy patch... at the edge of a cliff, James discovered when he made his way over. There was a clear path of broken branches and disturbed dirt where someone - or maybe multiple someones - had tumbled over the side and into the river far below.
No matter how James strained to see, there was no sign of them in the water downriver.
Saunders was hovering just below the top of the treeline, hanging over the ravine where she'd be better able to see. "Nothing," she reported, swooping back and landing beside them. "They must have been swept too far downriver to see."
"Then we're going after them." James turned on the others, daring any of them to argue with him.
Apparently, Hunter was stupid enough to take the dare. "The extra troops must have been Savage's people," he said. "If Savage is already working this closely with Schmidt, our top priority has to be stopping that alliance at all costs. Mr. Snart can take care of himself, and clearly Sergeant Barnes is just fine and will remain so."
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Date: 2016-06-11 07:31 pm (UTC)The battle took far longer than it should have. The HYDRA troops had reinforcements, men not in a HYDRA or Nazi uniform. James picked off as many as he could from a distance, then closed in and did what he did best - acted as a killing machine.
In this company, he wasn't the only one capable of doing so, either. He heard the distinctive whine of Len's gun to one side, Rory's flamethrower on the other. Saunders was in the air with Firestorm, and Sara was covering Palmer while he got his gauntlets on so he could use the weapons. Hunter appeared to have decided that since none of them were bothering to use their period-accurate weapons, he wouldn't either, returning fire with his laser pistol instead.
By the time the dust settled, even James was breathing hard and sweating. He'd taken a couple of shots, a graze on his thigh and a through-and-through on his right bicep. Both would heal quickly enough that he wasn't worried, though they'd slow him down a bit until they did.
Glancing around, he did a quick head check. Palmer and Sara, Rory and Firestorm, Saunders and...
Swearing, he looked again, harder this time. "Where's Len?" he demanded, heart squeezing in his chest. "Where the fuck are Len and Barnes?"
"Over here," Rory grunted, picking up the cold gun and pointing at an icy patch... at the edge of a cliff, James discovered when he made his way over. There was a clear path of broken branches and disturbed dirt where someone - or maybe multiple someones - had tumbled over the side and into the river far below.
No matter how James strained to see, there was no sign of them in the water downriver.
Saunders was hovering just below the top of the treeline, hanging over the ravine where she'd be better able to see. "Nothing," she reported, swooping back and landing beside them. "They must have been swept too far downriver to see."
"Then we're going after them." James turned on the others, daring any of them to argue with him.
Apparently, Hunter was stupid enough to take the dare. "The extra troops must have been Savage's people," he said. "If Savage is already working this closely with Schmidt, our top priority has to be stopping that alliance at all costs. Mr. Snart can take care of himself, and clearly Sergeant Barnes is just fine and will remain so."