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thecapitol2016-06-13 11:12 am
hollowvictor) wrote in thecapitol2016-06-13 11:12 am
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It’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Who| Jet, Albert, Sam and Bucky
What| Sam and Bucky go to rescue Jet and Albert, but only three of the four make it out
Where| The Detainment Center
When| Day Four
Warnings/Notes| There will be three threads, one for Sam and Bucky breaking in and then Bucky being caught, one for Jet and Albert breaking out and then one for Jet, Albert and Sam meeting up and escaping.
The Detainment Center seems even more harsh from the outside, sharp angles and cold cement and the few peacekeepers assigned to ensure those hostages kept stayed where they were, prowled like caged tigers ready for a fight.
Inside, there were more peacekeepers and traps rigged to go off if someone traipsed through the halls without the proper signal strapped to them as the guards did, making escape difficult. But not impossible.
From the deepest bowels of the building, it was feasible people with strong enough will and the know-how to do it, might be able to push their way through, but it would be bloody and hard, especially for those who might have been tortured as most of the Captiol-hostages have been.
But with a little help...anything was possible.
What| Sam and Bucky go to rescue Jet and Albert, but only three of the four make it out
Where| The Detainment Center
When| Day Four
Warnings/Notes| There will be three threads, one for Sam and Bucky breaking in and then Bucky being caught, one for Jet and Albert breaking out and then one for Jet, Albert and Sam meeting up and escaping.
The Detainment Center seems even more harsh from the outside, sharp angles and cold cement and the few peacekeepers assigned to ensure those hostages kept stayed where they were, prowled like caged tigers ready for a fight.
Inside, there were more peacekeepers and traps rigged to go off if someone traipsed through the halls without the proper signal strapped to them as the guards did, making escape difficult. But not impossible.
From the deepest bowels of the building, it was feasible people with strong enough will and the know-how to do it, might be able to push their way through, but it would be bloody and hard, especially for those who might have been tortured as most of the Captiol-hostages have been.
But with a little help...anything was possible.
Sam and Bucky
This morning's sun shown on the hard and cruel detainment center and while others in the army made their way through this part of the city, Bucky already knew Sam would be more interested in this particular building. He pulled his fiance aside with a quiet 'follow me,' only a quick order for his second-in-command to take over leading their group and a hand-off of the pod-locating device to indicate his intention. Bucky would take back over once they'd caught up. Later.
Standing close enough to have their shoulders touching, Bucky led Sam around the corner so the detainment center was in view along with the few peacekeepers still crawling around in it.
"Your missing friends? They're probably in there along with anyone else they've captured and held. I haven't seen Heinrich among the Capitol's armies since their little stunt, so they're likely in there." His lips twitched up but it was a humorless action. "If they were dead, we'd already know it." Now he looked up at Sam. "I'm ready to bust that place open with you, if you are."
Jet and Albert
When faced with torture, Jet tends to mouth off and posture, using his own voice as a bolstering force and finding satisfaction in both the annoyed expressions of his captors or their progressively more frustrated attempts to get him to shut up and take things seriously. Jet is all parts defiance and radiates it like a flame.
Albert remains like a predator, even in capture. Whatever they do to him, he does little more than grunt, blank eyes staring flatly without blinking for an eerie amount of time until his questioners are overtaken with either irritation or the creeps and vow to come back to him in an hour or two and make him talk, leaving him alone and in darkness.
They're separated after the first day; whatever point the Capitol thought they would make by cutting into one in front of the other, threatening worse if they didn't comply, the two cyborgs are prepared for. They knew going in it would be something like this. They've faced similar before and the last thing they'll do is cave to it now, especially when they'd talked through ahead of time what to do when captured. Planned on it, even, and Albert trusts Jet implicitly to stick to that plan.
He worries though, for the first few days apart and in darkness. If they're doing the same to Jet, will his husband be alright? Empty dark is no friend to the blond, not after Kirk, and it puts some urgency into Albert in wanting to break free. But they have to wait, bide their time. No use in expending their energy just to get caught and put under even tougher lock and key. He trusts Jet, and he knows Jet can push through it.
He just hopes Jet knows it too.
---
It's difficult to keep track of how much time has passed when kept from daylight, but it has to have been at least a week when Albert's ears perk to the muffled sounds of explosions and gunfire barely making their way through the duct system into his small cell.
Albert goes very still, listening, waiting, and finally he gets what he's after. An explosion booms closer than the others, the repeating rat-a-tat-tat of bullets coming as welcome music to his ears even as muffled and high above his prison they sound. This, now, is time to act, when their jailer will be occupied with saving their own skins.
He stands, groaning internally for the effort as his still-healing wounds along his torso shift uncomfortably under his the plain beige jumpsuit they'd thrown at him. Bruises, mostly, discolored and angry marks from being beaten or shocked. There's are spider marks of burnt capillaries along the seams of his metal arms and legs, the Capitol interrogators having played merry havoc with those before the last time he was put away and it still aches and makes him flinch as he makes his way to the door.
Whatever pain he's in, though, hardly matters. He needs to get out. And more importantly, needs to get his husband out.
Albert wedges his metal fingers into the door's hinges, rattling at the only welded connection in the solid steel slab. He's been working at this for some time to be ready, but now he doesn't bother taking care to be silent. If they hear him and open the door, it will only serve his purposes.
If they don't... this may take awhile.
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When he'd first arrived in the Capitol, he'd been ready to burn the whole city down and himself with it, the bonfire in him had been uncontrollable and all-consuming until it had finally been snuffed out over time and patience and Albert always being there.
Now Albert was gone, taken from him after those first few days of being made to watch each other hurt and find it in himself to still grind out a snarky response, if only for the pleasure of watching the peacekeepers grit their teeth in annoyance. Make him hurt, physically or emotionally, sure, but he was going to give you one hell of a headache in response.
But then they'd broken the pair apart to chip away at them in hopes that would yield better results. It wouldn't. They'd been beaten and bruised and tortured before and gotten through it. They'd get through this too. Instead, what it had yielded was a spark and a new flame that grew in Jet's heart with every passing day. They trapped him, locked him away in the dark in hopes it's blind, deaf, torture would drive him to talk. The first few days, it had nearly gotten to him, until he found that fire. He found it and held on tight. The Capitol had used this so many times against him and Kirk before them and Jet was sick and tired of it. He would not be played like a fiddle again.
So when the voices and visions and terror began to creep around the edges of his awareness, he found that fire in him and held on tight, letting it burn everything away. It took him through the darkness and the knives and the beatings and anything else the Capitol decided to try and use, right up until he heard the first signs of a disturbance god knew how long later.
--
It started loud all at once. A muffled yell and arguments along with calls about intruders breaking in. That was what they were waiting for, the right kind of distraction. He had to get out and find his husband. He only hoped whatever they'd done to the older cyborg was no worse, he doubted he could carry Albert well enough to get them to safety.
But if he had to, he'd still do it. He needed Albert. Albert needed him. And they needed to get out and help their family.
Jet wrapped fingers, raw from picking at the ropes around his chaffed wrists, around that fraying rope and hauled himself up with all the strength in his upper body to kick hard against the bolt in the ceiling. Once, twice, three times and the thing jolted and loosened, Jet's weight tearing it from the concrete. His fall was graceless and jostled his previous injuries, but a moment later he was getting to his feet.
He had a firm grasp on the fire in his heart now, control where it had previously threatened to burn him alive, now it was strength and a promise to burn any who got between him and those he protected. Right now, that was Albert.
Jet slowly tested the door's handle and felt a thrill run through him when it click open. Thank god for human failures. A quick press of his ear to the metal and he waited for the steps of the nearest peacekeeper to come closer before slamming the door open into the guard's face. The burst of activity was all he needed to gain the upper hand and tear out of the hallway, just in time for someone to try and open fire on him.
Adrenaline pulsed in his ears and he dashed into the cover of an empty room, hunkering down until his pursuers passed him and turned the next corner. That would hopefully buy him enough time to find his partner. He started with the first door on the hall and opened them all until he finally got to one that clanged loudly when he tugged on the handle. Locked. "Al?" Please let this be him.
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He moves from the hinges to the slot near the bottom of the door, pushing it open with his fingers so he can peek up at Jet. It does little for him, as the brightly lit hallway blinds him as soon as he opens the slot. It doesn't matter though, he'll still say what he needs to. "Its a magnetic lock. Can you open it?"
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A magnetic lock. It could be jimmied, but only with the right amount of force and leverage, two things he didn't have much of. He could see if there was a storage space somewhere and if they had tools for this, with the right tools maybe...but then what if they came in here and killed Albert because Jet escaped or simply to stop Al from being rescued? No, he couldn't risk leaving.
"Son of a bitch."
No, he had to try it. "Al, I need you to put your fingers through that little slot and pull up on the door as hard as you can. Are you okay enough to do that?" Their injuries weren't going to make this easier, but as long as they weren't that bad-it was the only way.
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"I can. I've been working at the hinges whenever I've been able, too. One of them is lose. If we concentrate on that side, we may be able to get it open on that side." It's a risk, but if they stay here much longer the chances are higher than their jailers will just shoot them and have done with it.
Disappearing from the slot, Albert repositions himself to use the gap for leverage. "On your count."