Part 5
Osborne felt the hopelessness as the pain continued to flow through his body. He tried to control the agonizing torment but knew it was a lost cause. He remembered Moore's words and decided not to fight the drug. He smiled as he felt a lessening of the pain and knew he'd just learned a valuable lesson. Somehow Moore's drug worked with the struggles and emotions in a man's body. The harder a man fought the worse the pain became.
He looked towards the cave as he heard angry voices. He recognized a name as it floated through the murky waters of his mind. "Vin's ok," he muttered.
"What did you say?" Wilmington asked, unsure whether the man had said anything at all.
"I s...said Vin's ok."
"Where is he?" Sanchez asked.
"A...at my cave. H...he's hurt. C...Chris stabbed him."
"No! You're lying! Chris wouldn't do that to Vin," Dunne shouted.
"H...he doesn't have a choice. Moore's been feeding him drugs and playing mind games with him. He's trying to turn your friend into the perfect killing machine," Osborne hissed.
"But Chris is hurt. He doesn't have the strength to get out of bed let alone k...kill someone," Jackson said hopefully.
"Moore's drugs are also enhancers. He's been experimenting with them for over thirty years and I've had first hand experience with them."
"Why did he choose to use Chris rather than one of us?" Sanchez asked.
"Because he needs someone he can easily control. Someone who's already been weakened whether from injury or illness."
"And we practically handed Mr. Larabee over to him," Standish observed softly.
"What's he gonna do to Chris?" Wilmington asked.
"You guys have been here five or six days."
"Six," Dunne answered.
"I'd say Moore started the drugs right away so phase one will be finished tomorrow and then he'll start phase two."
"What's phase two?" Jackson asked worriedly.
Osborne fought to keep his focus on the men in the cage. He knew what Moore was planning for their friend and for them and he wished he could give them some good news, but he had none. "Look, once Moore completes phase one he'll start a whole new course of drugs and a whole new hell for your friend."
"How do you know so much about it?" Wilmington asked.
"I've seen what phase two can do to a man. If your friend fights Moore he'll end up a mindless vegetable. You have to get him away from here before it's to late."
"How bad is Vin hurt?" Jackson asked.
"He was stabbed here," Osborne touched a spot on his right shoulder. "I fixed him up and told him I'd do what I could to help. He lost a lot of blood and was sleeping when I left him."
"We have to get out of here!" Sanchez hissed as he thought of his two friends at the mercy of a madman.
'Move, Tanner,' the sharpshooter couldn't remember feeling so tired or weak. He knew he was running a fever as shivers ran up and down his spine. He wondered how much time passed since he'd passed out. The fire was out and he felt chilled to the bone. He wondered why he was on the floor and struggled back to the small bed. Through half open eyes he saw the walls of the limestone cave and briefly wondered why he was there as he closed his eyes against the nausea and pain.
Larabee knew he wasn't alone anymore but kept his eyes closed. His mind felt sluggish and he couldn't seem to think straight. He felt a hand on his side and wondered why it hurt him so much.
"S...stop," he begged.
"I will if you open your eyes."
"N...no."
"Phase one is about to be completed, Chris. This is your last shot of C. M. 5 and we can start the real work."
"D...don't," Larabee pleaded as he felt the cold swab on his a bruised shoulder. He struggled against the straps holding him to the bed but was unable to prevent Moore from inserting the needle. Tears of anger and frustration seeped from his closed eyes as he felt the hopelessness of his situation.
"Tomorrow will be the start of a whole new world for both of us, Chris," Moore laughed. "It will mark the beginning of my trip back into the limelight while it marks the end of you as a man."
"N...no, please...no," Larabee felt the rage building as Moore's words penetrated his fevered mind. Somehow he had to get free, had to stop Moore if it was the last thing he ever did.
Daisy moved down the trail. She'd been here before and knew where Osborne's cave was located. It was the one secret she'd kept from her father and now she was glad she'd done so. She prayed she'd find the missing young man in time to get him to help the others. She was tired of the pain and the hurt her father caused to the men he experimented on, and didn't want to see the handsome blond turned into another one of Moore's failures. She sighed as she glimpsed the entrance to the cave.
Moving faster she entered the cave and moved into the dull interior. A small lantern did little to illuminate the cold cavern and she shivered as she looked around the darkened shadows. Her eyes stopped on the form sprawled across the makeshift bed. She hurried to his side and knelt down beside him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and felt a slight heat there. "P...please, wake up," she begged.
Tanner heard the soft pleading voice and tried to make his eyes obey his mind's commands.
"P...please, I can't let him do this anymore. He's going to kill them all and I can't do anything to stop him by myself," she sobbed as she shook the pale man.
Tanner shivered as he finally got his eyes to open, he waited for the three forms to become one and recognized the young woman kneeling before him. "D...Daisy."
"Thank God," she cried as she helped him sit up. "They need you. He's going to make your friend kill them all."
"W...what are you talking a...about?" Tanner asked confusedly.
"My father is trying to make your friend into a killer. You have to stop him."
"W...who?" he asked. His blue eyes shot open as his foggy mind suddenly cleared. "Shit, he's hurting Chris!" he hissed as he stood on shaky legs. "Will you help me?" he asked her.
Daisy nodded as she helped steady him. She noticed the blood soaked bandage covering his right shoulder and forced him to sit back down.
"We have to go!"
"Not until I fix your shoulder. You won't do them any good if your dead," she scolded as she slowly removed the bandaging.
"H...have to help..."he said as his eyes slid closed.
Daisy studied the unconscious man and knew they'd have to wait a day or so before they tried to help the others. 'Please, God, don't let my father do this,' she silently prayed as she cleaned the ugly wound. Finally finished she set about warming the man up. She covered him with the moth eaten blankets and started a fire. She opened a can of soup and started warming it over the fire. "You'll need your strength to save them," she said, her voice ominous in the cavern.
"Time to wake up, Chris," Moore grinned at the man on the bed. He seemed paler since he'd started the second phase of the experiment, but the doctor wasn't worried. He knew the new drug would give Larabee added strength while breaking down the barriers in his mind. The little cocktail he'd developed over the last few years was going to give him total dominance and control over this man. Something he'd always wanted and something a lot of people would call his God complex.
Larabee's eyes opened and he knew he was losing the battle to retain his individualism. He knew Moore's drugs were breaking through the walls he'd put up around the pain and darkness he lived with since Sarah and Adam were taken from him.
"That's good, Chris. Now keep them open and maybe I'll let you see your friends," Moore smiled at the small glimmer of hope in the glazed green eyes. 'I'll soon own you completely, Chris,' he thought as he caressed the blond's forehead. He'd removed the IV for now and would replace it after this first experiment.
"S...see them?" Larabee's weak voice asked.
"That's right," Moore answered as he injected the second dose of the drug he termed C. M. 6. The drug would already be giving his subject an adrenalin high and he'd be able to move for a while. Moore would still be able to control him and make him do as he wanted because of the pain enhancers. All he had to do was touch the wound in Larabee's side and the blond would be overcome with agonizing pain. "I'm going to release you and we're going to take a little walk."
"Walk?"
"Sure, I'm going to let you see your friends, remember?"
"Friends?"
"That's right," Moore smiled as he released the last of the Velcro straps. "Now let me help you up," he offered. He slowly pulled his subject to a sitting position and placed a robe over his semi nude body. He helped him stand up and was pleased at the way his drug was working. The blond was still pale, but he seemed to have more strength than possible with the wound in his side. "Now let's go see your friends," Moore said.
Buck Wilmington paced the cage like an angered tiger. They'd tried everything to escape the prison, but found it was a lesson in futility. He stopped as he heard shuffling footsteps and soft voices coming down the tunnel. "Quiet," he told the others.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasped as the two figures stepped into the room. In the four days since they'd seen their friend his outward condition seemed to have deteriorated badly. He felt the other four men move to join him at the gate.
Jackson's paramedic training kicked in and he began assessing the injured man. Larabee's face was pale, almost bloodless, his eyes had the glazed look of someone who didn't know where he was, and his body trembled as he walked on shaky legs. The robe wrapped around his body confirmed the man had lost weight as a result of Moore's ministrations.
"Chris," the medic called hoping for some sign the man was still with them. He sighed when there was no reaction from the blond.
Moore smiled as he looked at his subject, grinning as he realized the man showed no sign of recognizing the men in the cage. He turned Larabee away from the angered faces and walked him towards the single form chained to the cave. "Chris."
"Yes?"
"Do you know this man?"
Larabee stared down at the stranger. "No," he answered, no trace of feeling in the voice.
"Remember I told you someone murdered your friends."
"Yes."
Wilmington forced his gaze from his oldest friend and turned to the medic. "Nate, what's wrong with him?" he asked softly.
Jackson shook his head worriedly as he listened to the ongoing conversation. "It must be the drugs Moore is using."
"Chris, don't listen to him," Dunne shouted.
"This is one of the men who murdered them. You have to kill him."
"Kill him," Larabee's face and voice showed no emotion.
"Here," Moore said as he placed the gun in his subject's hand. "I want you to shoot him for what he did to your friends."
"Shoot him," Larabee lifted the gun, his eyes unseeing, the only sound he heard was Moore's voice beside him.
Osborne knew the man before him was close to the edge. He saw the vacant look but he also saw other things warring for control. He looked into the blank eyes and spoke softly, hoping the words would break through the almost hypnotic stare.
"Vin needs your help." He smiled as a spark of lucidity came into the green eyes, but the hope vanished as the blankness returned.
"Chris, he killed Vin Tanner now you have to kill him," Moore ordered.
"K...kill him."
Moore heard the small intake of breath from Larabee and watched the man struggle for control. "He killed Vin Tanner and your other friends and now you must kill him."
"N...no," Larabee cried as he fought the pain brought on by his struggles. He felt Moore place his hand on his right side and screamed in agony as the raw incision was tortured once more. He dropped to his knees and slid the rest of the way to the floor, his voice growing hoarse as his screams ripped from his throat.
"You, Bastard, let him go," Sanchez cried.
"I'll kill you!" Wilmington's cries of rage joined those of the ex-preacher and were also taken up by Jackson, Dunne and Standish.
Moore watched his subject's face and realized he'd tried to test him to soon. He released the pressure on the wound and waited for the eyes to lose the pained look and go blank once more. He grinned as the men in the cage shouted and yelled obscenities at him as he pulled the blond to his feet.
"Let's get you back to bed, Chris," he said as he led the man towards the tunnel.
"Sonofabitch, we gotta do something," Wilmington swore, wrapping his fingers around the bars.
"I agree, Buck, we need to find a way out of this cell before that bastard kills Chris," Jackson hissed.
The caged men returned their attention to escaping their prison as they listened to the shuffling footsteps leaving the cavern.
Moore inwardly seethed that his subject could still find the strength to fight him at every turn. The drugs should've kept him in line and he wasn't sure how much more the man could take. "Lie down, Chris," he ordered when they returned to Larabee's room.
'No,' he thought but was unable to stop himself from obeying the other man's commands. He wanted to fight but the pain was a constant reminder of the powerful hold this man had over him. He knew he was losing the essence of who he was and that Moore would soon own him, body, mind, and soul. He felt the Velcro straps being reapplied and made a feeble attempt to fight against them.
"That won't work, Chris," Moore hissed as he placed his hand over the incision.
"D...don't," Larabee cried as he remembered the excruciating pain this caused.
"You must obey me in everything, Chris, when you realize this the pain will stop," Moore explained as if talking to a wayward child. He reattached the IV and picked up the tiny recording device. "Control Subject failed first test, but it's still only day one of phase two. Subject continues to show extraordinary strength and I am hopeful that once phase two is completed and the surgical incision allowed to heal I will achieve my goal. Chris Larabee will become the perfect killing machine and will do anything I tell him."
"N...no," the blond denied, his eyes glazed as he tried to focus on the enemy standing beside him.
"Even now Control Subject rebels against the effects of the formula. I will try a second test tomorrow on one of his men. I must succeed no matter what the cost. I must have my revenge on those stupid bureaucrats who turned me down and cursed me for a fool. C. M.
5 combined with C. M. 6 will produce the desired affects, of this I am certain."
'God, Vin, what have I done?' Larabee thought as he felt sleep take over.
"Control Subject is sleeping but even in sleep he fights. He doesn't seem to be able to reach deep sleep as he tries valiantly to regain what he's lost. It will be interesting to see what happens if he continues to fight the drugs. The other Control Subjects were not as strong as this man and they paid the price for fighting the drugs. This subject is strong, not only in body but in mind as well. With this man I can achieve success and take back what was stolen from me," he smiled as he turned off the recorder and changed the bandages on Larabee's abdomen. "Soon, Chris, you will do everything I tell you too, including taking the lives of those you hold dear."
'No, I'll stop you even if I have to kill myself to do it,' he thought and felt the hands on his side. He knew what was to come and tried to will his mind to ignore the fiery, biting pain. He let the wall of darkness descend over him as the hands left his body.
Vin groaned and sat up slowly. His left hand flew to his right shoulder and he groaned loudly. He let his eyes slide around the cave as memory returned. "Chris," he hissed as he stood up.
"Please sit down."
The sharpshooter heard the female voice and his gaze came to rest on the pretty young woman. "I...I have to help Chris and the others," he hissed.
"You won't be much help to your friends if you fall flat on your face or bleed to death," Daisy told him.
Tanner looked around once more, his eyes searching for the man who'd saved his life, "Where's Osborne?"
"My father caught him trying to help your friends."
"Your father?" Tanner asked incredulously.
"Yes. He is my father, but only because my mother made the mistake of thinking she was in love with a good man," she said as she pulled the bandage from the wound on the sharpshooter's shoulder. "He met her in Vietnam during his experiments there and he professed to love her. He convinced her that he would marry her and take her back to the States with him."
"What happened to your mother?"
"He k...killed her," she answered. "H...he murdered her when I was six. He used her as a test for one of his subjects and when the subject didn't do as he ordered he killed them both. H...he beat her with his bare fists till her face was unrecognizable and then he threw her in a cage and let her d...die alone. H...he wouldn't l...let me go to h...her and locked me in my room," she said as she continued to clean his wounds.
"I'm sorry, Daisy," he told her, his mind wondering back to the a vane he'd suffered as a child.
"I need to stop him," she whispered.
"We need to stop him," Tanner said as he rotated his shoulder painfully. He took the glass of water she held out to him and drank greedily. "Thanks," he stood up and walked towards the cache of firearms Osborne owned. He picked out an older gun and checked the barrel, amazed at how well kept the weapon was. He searched for bullets, found two boxes, and shoved them into his pocket.
"Do you know how to use a gun, Daisy?" he asked as he inspected a second, smaller calibre weapon.
"Yes."
"Take this one. It's loaded," he told her. "Do you know where your f...father's holding my friends?"
"He's got Chris in the same room he was in, but the others are being held in a cave a short distance from the house. The only way to get to it is through an access tunnel behind the house."
"Can we get to the tunnel without Moore seeing us?"
"I can get us there, but you're hurt."
"Yeah, well, I've been hurt before and it's never stopped me," he smiled as he thought of the times either he or Chris were injured and still managed to rescue the other one. "Lead the way, Daisy," he told her.
"Alright, but you tell me when you need to rest. It's a long way back to the house," she told him as they moved into the early morning light.
"Control Subject is ready for his second test," Moore spoke into the small recording device as he injected another dose of his formula. He smiled as the face grimaced and the green eyes opened slowly. "Chris, are you ready to kill your enemy?"
"K...kill."
"That's right. Kill your enemies. Would you like me to take you to them?"
"Kill...enemies."
Larabee's voice was flat and emotionless and caused a wide grin to spread over the older man's face. He picked up the recording device and spoke softly, "Control Subject is finally showing signs that he's losing the ability to fight me. His voice lacks inflection, yet he hears what I say and partially repeats the order. This is a positive sign and I am hopeful that today's test will be a complete success," he shut off the device and unhooked the IV line once more. "Now, Chris, I'm going to help you kill your enemies."
"Kill...enemies."
"That's right," Moore grinned as he helped the injured man sit up. The face remained passive, devoid of emotion, and Moore knew it wouldn't take much more to have Larabee under his complete control. He placed slippers on the bare feet and slipped a robe onto his arms. He helped the pale blond stand and waited to make sure he wasn't going to fall. "Very good, Chris, now let's go get rid of you enemies."
"Rid...enemies...kill," Larabee repeated.
"That's right," Moore's evil grin remained in place as he helped the blond move towards the door.
They wouldn't admit defeat, yet as time passed with no way out of their cage the five captives realized they needed to come up with a plan. Somehow they had to find a way to help Chris and Vin.
Buck's head snapped up as he heard someone coming down the corridor. "I'll kill you for what you're doing to him!" he shouted as two shadows flickered in the dull lighting.
"Who're you gonna kill, Bucklin?"
"V...Vin, thank God," Dunne cried as he recognized the figure moving towards them.
"Are you alright, Vin?" Jackson asked as his eyes raked over the pale man.
"I'm fine, Nate," Tanner told him as Daisy moved to check on Osborne. "How is he?" he asked.
"He's alive," she answered as the chained man opened pain filled eyes.
"We need to get you guys out of there," Tanner observed as he checked the lock on the gate.
"Vin, you need to rescue Chris before that madman injects him with any more of that damned drug of his," Sanchez hissed.
"Have you seen him?"
"Moore brought him down here yesterday, Vin. He's in bad shape and that son of a bitch tried to get him to kill Osborne," Wilmington explained.
"Let's get you guys out of there and we'll go get the Bastard," Tanner snarled.
"Someone's coming," Daisy exclaimed. "We need to hide," she pulled Tanner towards a pile of boxes and they slid behind them.
'Oh, Jesus,' the tracker thought, gasping as he caught the first sight of his friend. He wanted to bolt out of his hiding place, but a firm hand on his arm stopped him.
"This way, Chris," Moore ordered as he guided the pale form into the shadowy light. "See, your enemies are waiting for you."
"Enemies...waiting."
"You will kill the one in the fancy coat first," Moore ordered as he placed a gun in his subject's hand.
"Kill...fancy...coat."
"That's right," Moore grinned as he led the blond to the cage.
"Kill," Larabee lifted the gun and pointed it at the cage. His eyes seeking the man Moore ordered him to kill. He shook his head as four men moved to protect Ezra Standish, praying that Larabee would only shoot the man Moore ordered him to.
Moore watched the proceedings and smiled at the men covering the gambler. "It won't do you any good. He will just wait until he gets a clear shot," he explained.
Tanner stood and moved swiftly into the light. "Get away from him," he snarled.
Moore turned from the cage, hiding his surprise as he saw the missing man standing before him. "So you finally decided to show up. Is my daughter with you? She's such a snivelling ingrate. I should've left her in Nam! Come out, Daisy, I know you're there."
Daisy moved into the light and stood beside the longhaired man. "We're gonna stop you, Father."
"Chris, put down the gun," Tanner ordered.
"He won't listen to you. He only hears my voice."
"Then tell him to drop the gun and I might let you live," Tanner hissed.
"You're in no position to threaten me," Moore grinned.
"I'll kill you if you don't tell him to drop it."
Moore stared at the young man, knowing he needed to do something before he carried out his threat. He turned back to the blond who continued to search out his target. "Chris, your enemy is behind you. Kill him," Moore ordered sharply as a gunshot sounded and he felt the small missile enter his chest. He dropped to the floor his eyes meeting those of his daughter, smoke still billowed up from the barrel of the pistol she held, an evil leer entering his eyes. "He's not Vin Tanner. He killed him," Moore hissed as he watched the scene through unfocused eyes.
Larabee turned from the cage, his green eyes searching his new target. He pointed the gun at a man standing beside a young woman. Pain lanced through his side as his mind flashed on images of their friendship. "N...no," he whispered.
"Y...you h...have too or the pain w...will get worse," Moore hissed, feeling the life draining from his body. "Kill him."
"Kill...can't...kill....God...help...me," he screamed as the pain increased.
"K...kill him," Moore repeated as the life drained from his eyes.
"Chris, put the gun down, Pard," Tanner soothed as he took a step towards the pale blond.
Larabee watched the man moving towards him and again pointed the pistol at him. "Kill...have...to...kill...NO!" he screamed as he turned the gun away from his friend.
"Easy, Chris," Tanner soothed and quickly moved towards his friend.
The pain was all consuming as Larabee fought against the evil man's mind control. "N...no," he warned the younger man. "Can't...kill..." he hissed as he slowly raised the gun to his own head.
Tanner saw the gun rise, saw the look of hopelessness, saw the barrel of the gun pressed against the pale forehead. He moved towards the blond, but knew he wouldn't reach him in time. He watched in disbelief as the finger slowly depressed the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the cavern until the sound snuffed out. Six men looked towards the pale form of their leader as he slumped to the floor.
Tanner moved quickly, relieved that Larabee's weakened condition had caused his hand to slip and the bullet to fire wide, missing his head by a fraction of an inch.
"Vin!"
The younger man heard the sharp cries from the others as he knelt beside the semi conscious form of his friend. "Jesus, Chris, what's that bastard done to you?"
"Vin, is he..."
"He's alive, Nathan," Tanner answered as he looked towards the cage and then back to the dazed young woman. "Daisy, can you see if you can find the keys?" he asked. "Daisy," he repeated as the woman stared at the body of her dead father. "Fuck," the sharpshooter swore as he released his hold on the blond and moved to search Moore's body for the keys to open the cage. "Got em," he shouted as he pulled the keys from the dead man's pockets. He rushed to the gate and unlocked it before turning to the man chained to the wall.
Jackson knelt beside the blond and pulled open the robe.
"Nathan?"
"Not now, Buck, Jesus, he's burning up. Chris, can you hear me?" Jackson asked as he stared into the unseeing eyes.
"C...can't k...kill...Vin," the voice was weak and filled with fear.
"You didn't kill Vin, Chris," Wilmington assured the man.
"C...can't...kill...any...of them," Larabee hissed as the voice of Clayton Moore continued to ring in his ears. The only sound he heard as he tried to focus on the roof above him. Pain lanced through his side as he struggled to get away from the hated voice of his tormentor.
"Chris!" Wilmington cried as the blond's body seemed to tense up, his face covered by a tight grimace, and he screamed in animalistic rage.
"Buck, Josiah, help me get this stuff away from him.," Jackson ordered as the weakened body convulsed on the floor, spittle seeping from the corners of his mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Nathan, What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, Buck. He's having some kind of seizure," Jackson snapped as he moved things away from the injured man.
Tanner released the chains then turned away from Osborne and hurried to his friend's side. He barely recognized the face on the seizing body as taut facial muscles seemed to distort the features. "Chris," he tried as he knelt beside his friend.
Larabee was lost to any sound, but the voice of his tormentor. The words he heard struck every nerve in his body and he fought against the combined pull of the drugs and the voice. He wanted to scream, but nothing escaped his tightly clenched teeth. The pain intensified as he tried to fight the demons clouding his mind. The harder he fought the drugs and the voice, the worse the pain became until it ended abruptly with a soul shattering scream of pain, hate, and rage. His eyes closed as his body dropped to the cold floor of the cavern.
"Nathan!" Sanchez exclaimed worriedly.
"We need to get him to a hospital. Who the hell knows what Moore's drugs are doing to him.
"He's fightin' them," Osborne hissed as he limped over to the men. "I...I seen others do this. T...the harder he f...fights the worse this i...is g...gonna get."
"Sit down, Osborne," Jackson ordered.
The older man slid to the floor and looked at the men. "Look, I've seen what Moore's drugs and mind control can do. There's a couple of his failures in Lost Valley and they fought the same way your friend is," the Vietnam vet explained as Daisy finally joined them, her eyes filled with tears.
Sanchez moved to look at the other man's injuries while Jackson continued his appraisal of the blond.
"Vin, what happened to you?" Wilmington asked.
"I'm ok, Buck. Nathan, is Chris gonna be alright?"
"I just don't know, Vin. What happened to the men in Lost Valley?" Jackson asked.
"T...they fought until they had nothing left. Moore drove them into mindless shells of who they were. He's fighting the same way as they did, but Moore didn't finish phase two on your friend. He just might be the lucky one," Osborne hissed as Sanchez put pressure on the wound in his leg.
Jackson checked the incision in Larabee's side, removing the blood stained bandage and swearing at the unhealed wound. "That son of a bitch was doing more than drugging him," he swore.
"That's part of his program. He uses pain to control the subjects as he called them. He's probably been using the wound to hurt him and make him more manageable. He may have used a drug to make your friend feel the pain more than ever."
"Josiah, can you carry Chris?"
"I can, Brother," Sanchez assured him as he finished with Osborne.
"Alright, let's get everyone back to the house. Ezra is that bastard dead?"
"He is," Standish informed the medic as he turned away from the body.
Jackson nodded and turned his attention back to the living. "Josiah, you have Chris. Ezra, JD, you two help Osborne. Buck, you got Vin."
"I can..."
"I know you can walk, Vin, but until I get a look at you Buck's gonna walk beside you," Jackson said as Sanchez lifted the unconscious blond into his arms.
The small contingent of men and one woman slowly made their way back through the tunnel, the only sound the shuffling of steps on the cold floor.
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