Charlie stared.
Her gun was still raised part way but her gaze was fixed on the image before
her. Two of her crew had died. Two of her crew had been mercilessly murdered. Dead.
In the same hour. She turned and moved back towards the airlock. Silent as she
went. Her voice couldn’t be trusted. The anger that was rising couldn’t be
trusted to be contained within. Eliot was still on guard at the door and she
simply nodded to McCallister’s body. She dragged one of Torres’ arms over her
shoulder and dragged him through the ship.
“Captain?”
She remained
silent. She simply waited for him to pass so that she could put Torres down and
lock the door. She pulled the engineer through the room and past the next door
before she again, put him down and locked the door behind her. Then she was following
Eliot to medical.
When they arrived
Zach was composing himself still, finally being able to enter the room and help
pull Kelly off of one bed and into a body bag to put in the cold room for the
trip back. For caskets. Zach and Eliot worked on repeating the process for
McCallister, Sokoloff shaking her head with a frown as she watched. “Fucking shit
bags,” she muttered before wincing as Nelson prodded at her chest.
Eliot took Torres off
of Charlie and tried to look her over, gauge her response or her thought
process. She took one more look around the room and turned, made her way up to
the bridge, unlocked it, stepped inside, locked it again and simply leaned back
against it. For several seconds she allowed the pain of losing two of her
members to overcome her, eyes watering in the corners for several seconds. Then
she threw her gun across the room and watched it clatter across the metal. Fucking
Collins.
The man’s smirk
from before came back and she felt the anger within her grow. Somehow, either
the man had gotten loose of his bindings or someone had come aboard and helped
him escape. Either way, the way that Rhodes had been- She closed her eyes as
the image of the woman’s body came back to mind.
She bit the inside
of her lip, piercing the skin until she could taste copper. Someone had to pay.
Be it Command, Collins, the rest of the people on the station. Someone was
going to pay.
The controls
attracted her attention and she moved over to them and brought up the cameras
that were still active on Sokoloff’s and Hunter’s vests. She watched the video as
somebody burst through. A man and a woman, both with pistols. They swept the
room with professional ease and shot Rhodes then Sokoloff. They moved across the
room and shot off the cuffs keeping Collins down. The scientist took an offered
pistol, turned and shot Kelly in the head. From Hunter’s camera he watched as
Rhodes lifted her gun and fired off against the opposite wall. “Go,” Collins
said to one of them and the man moved off through the ship. The woman was still
stood there, her back to Kelly and Murphy.
“Now, now,”
Collins taunted the Doctor. “Your Captain is a bitch but you? You’re a bigger
bitch.” There was a crude smile to his words as he slinked across the room
towards Rhodes. He knocked the gun away with ease and picked up a scalpel from
one of the trays. He jerked forward and Hunter’s camera showed the man sniff
heavily as he dragged his nose up her cheek. “Oh yes,” he said with a smile.
There was heavy
grunting from the other side of the room and Hunter’s camera moved to show
Murphy swinging her legs up and over her bed, kicking the woman off balance.
Murphy fell with a shriek, grabbed the woman and managed to wrap an arm around
her neck. The camera switched back to Rhodes to show Collins stood behind her, scalpel
to her throat. Murphy. Wrapping her good leg around the woman’s waist. Then the
neck was snapped and Murphy struggled for the fallen pistol, crawled to sit up
against the wall and aim the weapon at Collins. The camera was back on the Doctor
but her throat had already been slashed and she was sputtering for several
seconds before she stopped.
Charlie slammed
her fist on the console and ignored the burning that started in her shoulder
again. The pain killers had worn off.
But she welcomed
the pain. The image of Rhodes was still stuck to the inside of her lids. If it
wasn’t Rhodes it was McCallister.
She kicked at
Sokoloff’s seat with a growl and turned on the PA system that spoke to those
outside of the ship. “Collins you son of a bitch you listen to me now. You’re
dead. You are a walking dead man. Everyone else on that station? Dead. You’ve
hurt and killed my crew and now, now the rules are out of the window. If you approach
this ship you will be fired upon. If you step aboard this ship again. You are
dead.” Then she turned it off and slumped back in her seat.
It wasn’t enough.
She wanted to be out there, finding the man and letting him know what death was
like.
“Captain?” Zach
asked from behind her. She turned in the seat and stood to move past him. He
grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. “Captain. What are we doing?”
She glanced out of
the window and stared at the station for several seconds before she pulled her
arm free with a gentle tug. “Killing the sons of bitches that killed our crew.”
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