Where's Samuels? I need a medic here! [ Estevez is back to barking orders and taking account for everyone's positions. Director on the ground, Sevestapol and Agent Anderson outside, Wake--where the hell did he slide off to? She is about to get someone to take account, but he's back with pillows and taking off the blood soaked flannel.
Estevez pauses, watching as Wake kneels back down beside the Director. Pillows underneath, shirt attempting to stop some sort of hemorrhage. She glances back and forth between the two. Something clicks in her head then, even if it makes no damn sense. None of this AWE does. Hell, the one in 2010 didn't either.
She kneels back down by the Director's back. Her eyes stare evenly at Wake. ] Look, Wake. I'm going to need to know everything you do later. I'm not going to be left in the dark and I need to make sure my team can operate. Especially if the Director--
[ Estevez stops as Jesse raises one trembling hand as if to signify she is alright and still with them. The field agents is about to protest, but sees how the Director's hand lowers onto Wake's forearm. Estevez leans back as if her suspicions were just confirmed. ]
Hey! I said we need Samuels!
[ Green eyes raise to lock onto Alan's gray ones. She heard him say her name, but everything still feels... numb. Distant. The world isn't in slow motion now, and the pain is a dull pulling ache in her head. She tells parts of her body to move, but they seem to either be unresponsive or slow to the action.
Her eyes move up as she hears someone else rush over and kneel by her head. The man she can't identify places his hands on either side of her head, directing Alan and Estevez to move her onto her back. Jesse does what she can to comply, because she hates the idea of not being in control of her own body. The man pulls out a small flashlight and directs her to follow it. Jesse winces slightly at the brightness suddenly, but manages to do as she's told, if nothing but sheer force of will.
« What's going on? » ]
Psychic trauma, [ The man know as Samuels says it as if it's entirely normal. Yet, in their line of work, it really is. ] I don't have the tech here to do a full scan, but she seems responsive enough. Best we can do is let her rest and recover with what daylight we have. Not the best answer, but, better than nothing.
Shit. [ Estevez sighs and rubs her forehead. ] Any idea what from?
Hard to say when we don't know what would of happened. Could be she just is too drained from setting up the control points, the fight last night. Anything could of gotten through if a parautalitarian is that drained. [ Samuels sends a sly glance to Wake. ] I don't recommend any spot here in the Sheriff's Station, Estevez. Any residual energy might trigger it again. Motel is further out as I doubt the Lodge is open after the banana shit from the Cult the other night.
Okay. I'll make a call. Wake! [ Estevez waits until the Writer looks back at her. ] Given the Director is down? I'm in charge. Are you able to look over her until night? I get the feeling that you'd be the person she'd ask. Sevastopol is going to have his hands full with our FBI "friend." Speaking of, [ She turns to another field agent, ] I want Agent Anderson in a cell until she cools off. Search her, strip her of the weapons. When she's level headed we'll try this again.
[ Jesse blinks a few times as she covers bits and pieces of the conversation. Anderson is under arrest? Estevez is trusting her to Alan? That's a change from last night.
『 "No. No, you're not doing that to her. I- I refuse to accept it. I have to change the story. This can't be the story! I promised her I'd..." 』
Her eyes narrow slightly as the memory of narration comes to her mind, but she can't tell if it was the Hotline. Maybe it's just her own memory. Everything is... well it's not fuzzy, but it feels like she's wading through mud in her own head.
« Is this what he was trying to change? What was going to happen? » ]
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Estevez pauses, watching as Wake kneels back down beside the Director. Pillows underneath, shirt attempting to stop some sort of hemorrhage. She glances back and forth between the two. Something clicks in her head then, even if it makes no damn sense. None of this AWE does. Hell, the one in 2010 didn't either.
She kneels back down by the Director's back. Her eyes stare evenly at Wake. ] Look, Wake. I'm going to need to know everything you do later. I'm not going to be left in the dark and I need to make sure my team can operate. Especially if the Director--
[ Estevez stops as Jesse raises one trembling hand as if to signify she is alright and still with them. The field agents is about to protest, but sees how the Director's hand lowers onto Wake's forearm. Estevez leans back as if her suspicions were just confirmed. ]
Hey! I said we need Samuels!
[ Green eyes raise to lock onto Alan's gray ones. She heard him say her name, but everything still feels... numb. Distant. The world isn't in slow motion now, and the pain is a dull pulling ache in her head. She tells parts of her body to move, but they seem to either be unresponsive or slow to the action.
Her eyes move up as she hears someone else rush over and kneel by her head. The man she can't identify places his hands on either side of her head, directing Alan and Estevez to move her onto her back. Jesse does what she can to comply, because she hates the idea of not being in control of her own body. The man pulls out a small flashlight and directs her to follow it. Jesse winces slightly at the brightness suddenly, but manages to do as she's told, if nothing but sheer force of will.
« What's going on? » ]
Psychic trauma, [ The man know as Samuels says it as if it's entirely normal. Yet, in their line of work, it really is. ] I don't have the tech here to do a full scan, but she seems responsive enough. Best we can do is let her rest and recover with what daylight we have. Not the best answer, but, better than nothing.
Shit. [ Estevez sighs and rubs her forehead. ] Any idea what from?
Hard to say when we don't know what would of happened. Could be she just is too drained from setting up the control points, the fight last night. Anything could of gotten through if a parautalitarian is that drained. [ Samuels sends a sly glance to Wake. ] I don't recommend any spot here in the Sheriff's Station, Estevez. Any residual energy might trigger it again. Motel is further out as I doubt the Lodge is open after the banana shit from the Cult the other night.
Okay. I'll make a call. Wake! [ Estevez waits until the Writer looks back at her. ] Given the Director is down? I'm in charge. Are you able to look over her until night? I get the feeling that you'd be the person she'd ask. Sevastopol is going to have his hands full with our FBI "friend." Speaking of, [ She turns to another field agent, ] I want Agent Anderson in a cell until she cools off. Search her, strip her of the weapons. When she's level headed we'll try this again.
[ Jesse blinks a few times as she covers bits and pieces of the conversation. Anderson is under arrest? Estevez is trusting her to Alan? That's a change from last night.
『 "No. No, you're not doing that to her. I- I refuse to accept it. I have to change the story. This can't be the story! I promised her I'd..." 』
Her eyes narrow slightly as the memory of narration comes to her mind, but she can't tell if it was the Hotline. Maybe it's just her own memory. Everything is... well it's not fuzzy, but it feels like she's wading through mud in her own head.
« Is this what he was trying to change? What was going to happen? » ]