By the time they reach one of the doors, Seth has begun to exhibit some movement. Daniel adjusts his grip on the other man's shoulders and glances at him, surprised, but there's no time to stop and question it. He just swipes his keycard and waits impatiently for the door to unlock and swing open and hopes that it means Seth's condition, whatever it is, is improving. They move forward again and he's comforted that it's not just his imagination - Seth is helping as best as he can, no longer a dead weight.
"Come on, come on, come on," Daniel mutters under his breath, taking a left, then a right - or should it have been a right, then a left? No, there isn't any time to backtrack now. He can already hear the not-terribly-distant shouts of someone having found the dead bodies in the interrogation room, or maybe even from catching the de-powered civilian - whichever it is, it doesn't matter. Daniel tries to pick up the pace, however fractionally.
They reach the stretch of corridors that should lead to the subway station, but the crescendo of running footsteps behind them announces that they might not make it. Daniel rounds a corner and gently pulls Seth's arm off to let him lean back against the wall, then ducks back out to check if they're being pursued.
They are. Three more guards pelt into view, and in a panic Daniel brings up the gun and fires at random. The shot misses but communicates a clear warning and they immediately dive back around their corner to take cover. One of them ducks back out to fire at him.
Daniel drops him with one to the head, but the other two don't seem to care and step out to lay down fire on him in return. He fires once, twice -
Click.
Fuck.
It's Daniel's turn to take cover as the guards advance, and he scrambles to locate the extra clips. He finds the second gun first, flips the safety off, dodges back out to fire twice and hit one of them square in the thigh, flooring them, but has to leap back behind the corner again.
Shit. Shit.
"Sorry, Seth," he says tightly, wishing Seth could at least run while Daniel holds the last guard back, but instead he's gone and fucked it up and Seth will be stuck here again, worse than before, without the hope of escape or comfort from a familiar face. The thought is worse than the immediate threat of dying. Daniel swallows to alleviate some of the pressure on his chest and prepares to break cover one last time.
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"Come on, come on, come on," Daniel mutters under his breath, taking a left, then a right - or should it have been a right, then a left? No, there isn't any time to backtrack now. He can already hear the not-terribly-distant shouts of someone having found the dead bodies in the interrogation room, or maybe even from catching the de-powered civilian - whichever it is, it doesn't matter. Daniel tries to pick up the pace, however fractionally.
They reach the stretch of corridors that should lead to the subway station, but the crescendo of running footsteps behind them announces that they might not make it. Daniel rounds a corner and gently pulls Seth's arm off to let him lean back against the wall, then ducks back out to check if they're being pursued.
They are. Three more guards pelt into view, and in a panic Daniel brings up the gun and fires at random. The shot misses but communicates a clear warning and they immediately dive back around their corner to take cover. One of them ducks back out to fire at him.
Daniel drops him with one to the head, but the other two don't seem to care and step out to lay down fire on him in return. He fires once, twice -
Click.
Fuck.
It's Daniel's turn to take cover as the guards advance, and he scrambles to locate the extra clips. He finds the second gun first, flips the safety off, dodges back out to fire twice and hit one of them square in the thigh, flooring them, but has to leap back behind the corner again.
Shit. Shit.
"Sorry, Seth," he says tightly, wishing Seth could at least run while Daniel holds the last guard back, but instead he's gone and fucked it up and Seth will be stuck here again, worse than before, without the hope of escape or comfort from a familiar face. The thought is worse than the immediate threat of dying. Daniel swallows to alleviate some of the pressure on his chest and prepares to break cover one last time.