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The two figured stopped and looked at each other then back to where the voice had come from. In the minds of the cloaked figures the american was shouting gibberish. but it was not Chinese. The figures lowered their weapons, stating in clear Russian. "We are not your foes American." Oddly enough the two Spetznas had been dropped in earlier that night just in case. They had confiscated the rifles off of a few guards and used them to start scouting the base for the Chinese infiltrators.

Sasha instantly recognized her native tongue and she poked her head out from behind the wall again. She eyed their uniforms again then took a risk and stepped. At first it would seem odd for a ramdom topless anthro to approach them, but it was one way to make sure. Had they not been Russian, they would have freaked. Biut instead they approach her with their guns down. "Major Sasha Cybra. It is good to see you alive in this hell hole. Where is the rest of your squadron?"

Sasha nodded her greeting to them then she motioned them towards the corner. "They are here, And Lieutenant Colonel Kudrov has been shot. We are escorting her to a surgeon. Fall in and provide cover for us. I'm sure we will be close to our destination soon....Right James?" She asked softly turing her head to James with a questioned look.

Jamie sighed silently and loosened the grip on his pistol, mentally thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't gone around the corner shooting. That probably would have looked bad, especially in the media. Hitching the pack containing Zoya further up on his back, he went around the corner. He sized them up. Both probably younger than him, but that was okay, to Jamie. He had survived SERE, and the advanced version of it for F-22 pilots, which consisted of things hardened Special Forces veterans quailed to inflict on young, unsuspecting pilots. But Jamie retrained for both every six months, just to make sure he could do it. So he could deal with these Spetznas fellows, if he had to. But when Sasha mentioned ranks, he nearly choked himself. He had been ordering a Major around? And there went whatever remained of his career, right down the toilet.

"Uh, ma'am, I'm afraid not. I haven't the first clue where the surgeon is, and if the security guys are fighting a battle, then the surgeon is going to be wherever the front line is, trying to save as many lives as possible. The Lieutenant Colonel was wounded in the stomach; she doesn't have very long. Pursuant to her wishes, we were trying to find the surgeon, so he could get that bullet out. We've taken too long. I suspect one of us is about to perform surgery with nothing but a bayonet and a knife."

The Spetznas look at each other and then back to James. "Well we are not qualified to operate on a being. All we can go is give stim packs to aid the body in surviving." The one of the left stated and then looked at the entire group before he let off a small sigh. "Alright...whoever you are. You may operate on her. But do so quickly and safe as possible please. We will make a perimeter. The rest of the squadron can help with the processes if needed."

Hydra and Zasz both nod quickly and move to Jamies side waiting for instruction. On the other hand Sasha rubbed her stomach slightly then shook her head. "Da, Take up positions wherever you see fit." The she turned to James and murmured." Let's get this under way...shes fading, I can feel it."

Jamie nodded to the Spetznas, then placed his pistol on safety and stuck it in his belt. Kneeling, he took the shirts off of his back and unwrapped Zoya. Taking the two blades, he set them beside one another. Wishing he could wash his hands, Jamie sent a prayer towards God. Ok. First thing, check the airway. Silently running himself through the steps, Jamie did exactly that. Zoya was still breathing, no problems there, other than it was weak. Breathing, circulation, all were good. Circulation was a little weak, but Jamie could probably get one of his sudden assistants to pump Zoya's heart for her if he had to. She had uncurled slightly, seeming to sense that he needed to operate on her, so her spinal cord and nervous system were okay. Swearing, he realized she needed to replace lost blood. But he couldn't give her anything to eat or drink, as he was about to operate.

"Alright, Spetznas guys? If you have any bandages, set them on the ground next to me. And I'll need a tube, and hypodermic needle of some sort, to get replacement blood into the Colonel if I need to. Speaking of which, what's her blood type?" Taking the cleanest of the blades, his knife, Jamie made an incision with it, right above the bullet wound, going through skin, muscle, and fat, to the stomach cavity. Setting the blade back down with one hand, Jamie used his other hand to reach in with two fingers, feeling around for the bullet. He worked quickly but calmly, talking to Zoya the whole time.

"All right, doll. Keep breathing for me. Can you do that? Of course you can. You're a good pilot, but you suck at being infantry. Probably because you're female. Keep breathing, ignore that, that's just me saving your life. Keep talking. Tell me, do you like horses? I think I've been shot, too. I can't feel my left leg below the knee. That's probably not a good thing, Zoya. Keep breathing, damn your eyes. I didn't carry you this far, kill eight men, and nearly get killed by a missile for you to die here. God damn you, woman. If you die here, I will bring you back just so I can kill you myself."

The Spetsnaz Officers turned and tossed him their personal medical kits. Which had needles, Gauss, tubes and even a sewing kit just in case. Then they returned to their posts, watching over the dull lifeless hallways. Not even once did they lower their weapons, having be trained with expert discipline to stay vigilant when needed too. Occasionally though he procedure they would fire a few rounds to take down an hostile foe.

As Zoya started to come too, badly enough for the operation. She slid her eyes open ever so slightly then she whimpered in pain curling her hands into fists, clenching tightly as she could. Her ears barely pick up the conversation he was trying to have with her. She only picked up pieces here and there, something about horses. She murmured sofly between whimpers of pain. "Horses...No...scared of them...." Anything else slipped her mind as she fought off the urge to black out from pain, seeing as she had a very low threshold to pain. Her sister, Zasz held her hand and tried to comfort her with oft caring words. "Zoya, It's your sister. You know we refuse to let you die...you have a full life to live. A party to tend too when we win this war...and eventually a loving mate who will care for you...you must stay with us." She stated softly,when she had mentioned a mate her eyes shot a quick glance at JAmes before falling back to her sister. Then she mumbled. "She had O- blood. Just like myself, and everyone else in the squadron."

"Ok, ma'am, keep doing what you're doing. But I need you to set up a blood transfusion between yourself and your sister. Take a hypodermic needle, place a tube on one end. Take the other end of the tube, and place another needle on it. From there, find a vein on yourself and your sister, place one needle in the vein. Since your heart is the stronger, right now, you should be able to get some blood into her. Give it about three minutes, then cover the new hole with some gauze. Once you're done, I'll carry her again. Spetznas guys, get ready to shoot, fast and accurate." Jamie didn't notice the look Zasz shot him. Instead, he spent another minute searching for the bullet, and finally found it. Yelling in triumph, he withdrew it from Zoya and tossed it behind him, took the sewing kit, tried twice to thread a sewing needle, finally got it, and began closing the incision he had made and the wound.

The stitching was ugly, something done fast and to save a life, but Jamie was no less proud of it, because it was saving a life. Now that the wound in her stomach was closed, he could take care of the shoulders. Cutting the crude bandages off her shoulders, he placed gauze on them and wrapped them back up. In case her stitching tore while he carried her, something all too likely, Jamie wrapped the wound on her stomach back up, with gauze covering it, too. Covering her with the blankets, he took his rifle and reattached the bayonet before taking up a defensive position.

The constant drumming pain from the 'operation' made zoya whimper softly a few more times before her body went limp and she passed out. Her sister had quickly rummaged though the medical kits to find two needles and a tube. She thumped the needle and slid it into her arm. Then waited for the tube to fill with blood before sliding it into her sisters vein, located in the crook of her arm. Zasz forced herself to hyperventilate ever so slightly to get her heart racing so her blood would push into her sisters system a bit quicker.

On the other side of Zoya kneels Hydra and Sasha. Also holding Zoyas hand, softly humming their national anthem. Doing their best to keep zoya calm and awake, even if it was not much it was all they could do for the time being. A few more shots were fired around the corners and it made them jump slightly but other than that they remain vigilant.

Jamie gave it another moment, then stood and walked backwards to Zoya, eyes always down the hall. Once he made it to her, he turned and knelt, feeling her pulse. It was getting stronger, but Zasz would need to run. Zoya simply needed to do nothing, so Jamie counted thirty more seconds. Working quickly, he removed the needle from Zasz, replacing it with gauze and placing her hand over the gauze. Letting the blood in the tube drain into Zoya's arm, he removed it once it was finished and set it aside, placing yet more gauze on the needle hole in her arm. Putting his rifle down, Jamie lifted Zoya into his arms, cradling her like a child. Hardened muscles didn't flinch at the rings Jamie was sending them through; they were used to working. Using his free hand, he wrapped her arms around his neck, to allow him to carry her easier. Taking his rifle up, he held Zoya close, willing his body heat to keep her warm.

"All right. We need to move. Anybody have any suggestions?"

As the operation finished and James patched up Zoya then took her in his arms, the spetznas moved back to them and waited. The rest of the pilots stood as well and looked at each other, almost mentally plotting together without speaking. Seeing as Zasz was incapacitated Zasz was in charge. She figured this: Treat every situation like one would treat a dogfight. This was a bit harder to do though, So she made it her fight, however before she could say anything one of the Spetznas soldiers stated firmly. "I believe our best plan would be to get some form of transport out of here. Perhaps back to t he ship where a medical team will be standing by." He had taken the words right our of Zasz' mouth, but she would have stated it a bit more cautiously. She shook her head slowly doubted her own plan. "well what about the jets? We cannot let anyone get their hands on those 47's. If they are not sabotaged."

The spetzas soldier turned and looked at her, his stance emulated that of question. "Ma'am?"

Zasz held her hand up and shook her head. "Those four jets are Prototype versions of a newer version of the Su-47. Everything in those jets are far more advanced than any other Sukhoi. If anyone besides us got their hands on the tech in those planes, it could mean the end of this war, and even worse off perhaps a massive genocide."

"Son of a bitch. And I managed to tail one of those and not get killed? You're kidding, right? Must not be.... Ok. You can't fly all of them out. Can't leave one behind. There's gonna be jet fuel near the planes. They'll all be in the same hangar. Can you live with the planes being destroyed? Because that's about the only option available, other than defending them. Which isn't really an option at all. So we have to destroy them. There's probably still fuel in the tanks. Can the Spetznas here go drop a couple of grenades into some barrels of jet fuel stuck in the middle of the hangar?" Jamie didn't particularly want to destroy the Su-47's. But he figured the Chinese getting their hands on them wasn't exactly the best of options, so he suggested destroying the planes. Gripping his rifle tighter, Jamie waited.

Zasz listened carefully to James then she shook her head slowly. "You were lucky that day. Zoya was off her game that day..." She trailed off as she contimeplated the motion of blowing up the jets. A look of horror crossed her face and she shook her head. "NO! We will...." she motioned to the rest of the standing pilots and the Spetznas. "Defend those planes at all costs. You can escort Zoya to the nearest medical area and keep her safe there. That's final." She stated flatly as she picked up an AK and cocked it, motion for the other pilots to do the same, and as expected they did. Then Zasz saluted James and she turned her back and started on her way out.

Jamie knew when he had lost. Returning Zasz's salute, he watched them leave for a moment, then shook his head. Looking down at Zoya, he swore softly. This was not how he had expected tonight to turn out. Turning, he began walking, stolen AKM held at the ready, against his free shoulder. He was shooting right handed, because the ejector port on the Kalashnikov was on the right side, and hot brass on fur probably wasn't going to mix too well. Jamie couldn't feel his left leg below the knee. He didn't know whether that was due to stress or being shot and adrenaline. What he did know was that this ground stuff was too dangerous.

Moving down a hallway with busted out lights, Jamie wished he had a flashlight, then mentally kicked himself. His hands were full. Where the Hell was he going to hold a flashlight? No where, that's where. Deciding it was best to keep his mind off the many, many ways something could go wrong here, he figured it would be better to talk to Zoya. "Hey, hey. Doll, wake up. You can't go to sleep on me now. That's not fair. If I don't get any sleep, and I have to carry you, the least you can do is keep me company. Talk to me, doll. Wake up. I'm not that much of an overbearing son of a bitch, am I?"

The group that had separated was fully armed, and had to trained professionals on their side asa well as three eager pilots. The group made its way though the deadly silent hallways, it was eerie, no signs of life, no enemies or allies, just silence. They maneuvered though many hallways finally coming to the exit. As they approached the door the Spetznas stepped forward making sure to keep the pilot back for a bit as they slowly slid the door open, and looked around the dark complex, thankfully their nigth vision goggles aided them in his time of need. The soft green glow made them feel more comfortable as they stepped out into the darkness, met by more silence. So far it was clear, they motioned the other pilots out of the building and they started to make their way to every cover possible on their way to the small hanger that held their planes. AS they had no expected they made it to the hanger with no resistance, at all. The Spetznas slid inside and secured the hanger before motioning for the pilots to come in. They located all the entrances and exits and set up their own camping spots to take down any intruders.

On the other end of the complex Zoya had barely come too, just enough to mumble something back too James, things that barely made any sense. She had replied to several things in an irrelevant manner that sounded much like. "Did the....make to Portland? Inconvenience...pardons....." Her ears lie back and her muscles seem very limp, almost as if she were dead, but she clearly was not. There was a soft clicking behind them, the the barrel of a gun was placed at the back of Jamies head. a voice sounded, one that was strangely not chinese.

"Portland is in Oregon, doll. Not much there, I don't think. And you're not really an inconvenience, not at all." Jamie stopped walking when the barrel of the gun was placed against the back of his head. Not much he could do about that; if he did try anything, it would be a question of whether or not he could fall turn, and shoot fast enough to scare the piss out of the person on the other end of the gun. Jamie doubted it. So instead of panicking, or getting scared, or dropping Zoya out of fright, he did what any man used to strapping tons of steel and jet fuel to his back and flying it at speeds of over one hundred miles an hour.

"Ah, you appear to have me at a disadvantage. How may I help you?"

Zoya could tell something was wrong, but there was pretty much nothing she could do about it. At the moment she was utterly useless. The unknown figure had poked the back of Jamie's head with the gun, It was a silenced 9mm Semi-auto pistol. The persons voice was stressed but level and almost relaxed, cool and having a killers flow to it. "Well James Ian MacRae. It looks like this is the end of the line for you.Set down the girl, slowly No sudden movements." The male stated keeping the gun aimed at his head. "Then take a few steps forward and keep your hands over your head."

Oh you cocksucker. You did not just tell me to set the girl down. There's a lot of things I'm willing to tolerate, asshole. Having a gun stuck to the back of my head is new, but I'm willing to roll with it. But I will be damned if you can intimidate me into not protecting a girl I'm currently protecting. You just bought yourself a one way ticket to Hell, you son of a bitch.

Kneeling, Jamie set his rifle on the ground, then set Zoya against the wall, allowing her to see what was going on. Whispering to her, he felt like shooting himself and saving the idiot behind him the trouble and bullet it would cost. What if this was some kind of Russian plot? He was damning the entire base. "Alright doll, look at me. Stay awake. There's a guy behind me. I need you to take the rifle and shoot me in the leg. The round will go through my leg, into him, and I've walked three miles on a snakebitten leg, so it won't be that bad. But shoot me, Zoya Kidrov. Shoot me through the leg, and I swear to God, I will kiss you. Now shoot me, and may the devil take the consequences." Standing back up, Jamie placed his hands behind his head and wished he had eyes in the back of his head.

Zoya had not comprehended anything he had said except 'shoot and me.' She whimpered softly softly and slid her eyes open slowly, trying to take in what was happening. The figure stepped forward a bit and shoved James heavily. "I said take a few steps forward asshole! Now get stepping!" The person snapped darkly as he pulled the hammer back on the pistol. "Move it or the girl gets shot!"

And that was an unexpected complication Jamie did not want to foresee. But happened it had, and now Jamie had to pull the collective chestnuts of Zoya and himself out of the fire, before the fire did something bad to them. So Jamie did what any reasonable man would. He stepped in front of Zoya, firmly interposing himself between her and any possible bullets.

"All right, you bastard. Can't shoot her unless you go through me. What the Hell's your purpose with this, cocksucking son of a bitch traitor? If you survive this, I'm going to hunt you down and gut you like a pig humping fish, you shat-faced coward."

The traitorous male had had enough of James and he shoved him forward, making James stumble over Zoya. His boot collided with zoya's ribs and she yelped softly in pain curling up into a tight ball. However the sharp pain had woken her up to as much of a start as her body would allow. However the male had stepped mere inches from her face and took aim at James. Something deep inside of zoya stirred and made her body pulse with energy, something that made her fight the pain and instinct kicked in. She growled something rather dark, but it had meaning behind id. "If anyone is to kill it's me." Then she lunched forward and sunk her teeth into the traitors leg, biting deep into the flesh and muscle. She chook her head and tried to sever a tendon or two. The traitor howled in pain and fired the gun twice, which amazingly missed Jamie and hit the walls next to him. The angered male kicked his leg hard trying to get Zoya off of him before she just let go and rolled over, curling into a ball.

Jamie knew enough of people to figure that he was going to be shoved, and that his foot was going to collide with Zoya's rib. But the guy would be expecting it to happen, so Jamie had to let his foot hit her ribs, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least lessen the impact. Jamie did his best to do so, but it still hurt her, he could tell. Turning as she bit the traitor and he fired, Jamie threw his arms forward and dived, intending to tackle the man. Instead, his flying fist caught the man's gun and it went flying as the man and Jamie went down in a tangle of limbs. Seizing the advantage, Jamie punched the man in the face with one hand while scrabbling for the gun with the other.