09-14-2016, 09:54 PM
He knew this looked bad. The power armored suit must look like science fiction to the poor hospital staffers. The weapons would be recognized, as did the confidence of a man who knew how to use them. But one distinct difference remained. Jay wasn't filled with hate. Or with violence for the sake of being violent. He was careful to keep cool. For command of the situation came with those who kept their calm. Hah. A rather ironic mantra for him, given the nature of his less than honorable discharge from the marines.
The two doctors disarmed of their would-be weapons were recovering, or aided in recovery by arms pulling them away. The third, clearly the biggest and meanest of the three, held his ground. Behind him, Jay noticed the woman that brought Natalie her food. She could have vouched for him. But the woman held her tongue. Probably wouldn't believe her anyway.
A flash of blonde hair caught his eye, followed by the stern command in the local language. Natalie literally planted herself in front of him, facing down the threat with nothing but her bare hands and fierce gaze.
In the moment it took him to get over the shock of the whole situation, the man darted forward. Jay's fists tightened.
It was one thing to stand up to him. But to rush an unarmed woman.
The man hoisted the fire extinguisher as Jay grabbed Natalie's arm and yanked her out of the way. His heart pounded as red flashed near to her skull, only to slip from the attacker's hands at the last moment.
He spun Natalie away, taking her place. A jab to the collarbone and sweep of the legs out the man on the floor without so much as a broken bone. Broken ego, probably, given the defiant look on his face.
"Like she said, we are leaving."
He released the man from the choke hold, kicking he fire extinguisher far from reach. He chucked the cane as well and quickly disassembled the confiscated pistol and left the pieces behind. He kept the ammunition, though.
He and Natalie hurried out of there.
"Would you believe I didn't start that?"
He looked down at her, smirking.
The two doctors disarmed of their would-be weapons were recovering, or aided in recovery by arms pulling them away. The third, clearly the biggest and meanest of the three, held his ground. Behind him, Jay noticed the woman that brought Natalie her food. She could have vouched for him. But the woman held her tongue. Probably wouldn't believe her anyway.
A flash of blonde hair caught his eye, followed by the stern command in the local language. Natalie literally planted herself in front of him, facing down the threat with nothing but her bare hands and fierce gaze.
In the moment it took him to get over the shock of the whole situation, the man darted forward. Jay's fists tightened.
It was one thing to stand up to him. But to rush an unarmed woman.
The man hoisted the fire extinguisher as Jay grabbed Natalie's arm and yanked her out of the way. His heart pounded as red flashed near to her skull, only to slip from the attacker's hands at the last moment.
He spun Natalie away, taking her place. A jab to the collarbone and sweep of the legs out the man on the floor without so much as a broken bone. Broken ego, probably, given the defiant look on his face.
"Like she said, we are leaving."
He released the man from the choke hold, kicking he fire extinguisher far from reach. He chucked the cane as well and quickly disassembled the confiscated pistol and left the pieces behind. He kept the ammunition, though.
He and Natalie hurried out of there.
"Would you believe I didn't start that?"
He looked down at her, smirking.
Only darkness shows you the light.