Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 33
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fredbassettTitle : Silk and Steel, Part 33
Authors :![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Leek, Lyle, Ditzy, Abby, Lacey, Wilkes, Blade
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : Written for the primeval_denial siege fic challenge.
Warning : Slave!fic!
A/N : This section of the story can probably be read as a standalone section if you haven’t been following the series as a whole, but still want to read the challenge fic. Tanya Lacey and Chris Wilkes appear by kind permission ofreggietate. The remainder of the series can be found
Lyle watched Oliver Leek press the ‘end call’ button on his mobile phone
Leek closed his eyes for a brief moment. “He’ll have a team helicoptered in from Hereford. They’ll never make it by road. Until then, they’re on their own in there.” He looked like a man who hadn’t enjoyed the call.
The soldier had also heard enough of Lester’s side of the call to know that Leek’s boss had been deeply suspicious of his underling’s part in the attack on the ARC. Nor was he the only one who was entertaining such suspicions but, at the moment, Lyle had rather more pressing concerns on his mind.
It was clear that it would be at least 20 minutes before back-up reached them.
“Drop me back off by the gates, Mr Leek. Then get the hell out of here as fast as you can. Go somewhere public, or get to the nearest police station and claim you were car-jacked, or mugged or something. Tell Lester where you are and get him to send a retrieval team to collect you. Stringer or someone should manage to get off the bog long enough to manage that. Don’t go home until it’s been checked out and you’ve got a bodyguard in tow. Understand me?”
Lyle watched comprehension dawn in Leek’s eyes as the man realised that he was still not safe. And, indeed, might never be safe, now.
The soldier felt like he’d been run over by a truck, but there was no way he was leaving the others holed up in the ARC, with an unknown number of predators on the loose.
He checked his pockets for ammunition and held his hand out for the spare clips he’d handed over earlier to Leek.
The other man stared at him like he’d gone totally mad. A look that Lyle was becoming all too familiar with.
“Lyle, has it escaped your notice that the back of the car seat is now irrevocably stained with your blood?”
The lieutenant glanced over his own shoulder and realised that he’d managed to open up numerous of the scars on his back and that his equipment vest was no longer doing a very good job of containing the blood. “Sorry about that, but it’s an insurance job anyway. I don’t think the front bumper took too kindly to its contact with the gate.”
Leek shifted uncomfortably in his own seat, and gave Lyle a somewhat rueful smile. “I applaud your tact, Lyle, but as you’re no doubt aware, you’re not the only one who’s made a mess of the seats.”
Lyle grinned. “There’s no shame in that, sir,” and for once, there was no inflection of sarcasm in his voice. “I’ve done worse than that in a fight in my time. So have plenty of my lads.” He held Leek’s eyes with his own for a moment, and allowed the grin to become a smile. “You did bloody well back there. Now all I need you to do is get me back to the gate.”
“You’re in no fit state to go back in on your own.”
“We’ll have back up in 20 minutes, if we’re lucky, no sooner. There are civilians stuck in there. I can’t just leave them.”
“You were unfit for active duty earlier, Lieutenant, and you’re a damn sight worse now. There’s no shame in that, either!” Leek threw Lyle’s own words back at him waspishly.
Lyle groped for the door handle, intending to take the easy way out of the argument, even though it would mean a tramp through the snow wearing nothing but jeans, trainers, tee shirt and a blood-stained tac vest.
With a snort of annoyance, Leek slammed the car into reverse and dragged the wheel round. “Is it worth trying to get back to the underground car park?”
“I’ll be fine from the gates, sir. Don’t risk coming any closer with me.”
Leek shook his head. “You’re not the only stubborn bugger round here, Lyle, and I’ll thank you not to forget that.”
* * * * *
"Please, God, don't let me die like this," Abby prayed under her breath as Lacey hurtled past her to join Wilkes in the corridor, gesturing at the rifle hanging from the strap over Abby's shoulder as she went.
"Stay back, Abby," the soldier said, her calm tone almost drowned out by the harsh report of Wilkes' M4, "and aim for anything that gets past us."
Wilkes and Lacey planted their feet firmly on the floor, standing side by side and firing in unison as monsters came at them, bouncing from wall to floor to wall and ceiling, moving almost too fast for Abby's eyes to track them. The horrors skirted around their dead and decimated kin, not even slowing down, and they just kept on coming.
Abby wanted to scream, to run, but she took a deep breath and followed orders, taking position, her back pressed fast to the frame of the open doorway. She tucked Lacey's pistol into her trouser front and hefted the rifle against her shoulder, trying to steady her herself against the drag of its weight. And then she waited.
Then a skittering sound from the other side of the corridor caught her attention, and Abby swung around, and screamed, "Behind you!"
Lacey whirled neatly on her toes, firing as soon as she'd cleared Wilkes' head, the M4's MASS attachment peppering the two monsters that had come up on them from behind. One fell, its face almost obliterated, but the other barely slowed.
"Ditz! Blade! We could do with some help out here!" Wilkes yelled, swearing as he changed the clip in his weapon. "Miss Abby, cover me."
Abby fired a burst on full automatic over the corporal's head as he dropped to his knees, the recoil slamming her backward into the door-frame. Ditzy appeared at her side, gently but efficiently taking the rifle from her hands and firing at the only monster before them that was still mobile. The beast dropped like a stone, its head and one shoulder gone, and Abby saw the medic grin darkly.
"Blade's a bit busy at the moment," Ditzy said, nodding with satisfaction as Abby pulled out the pistol and Wilkes lifted his rifle, staying on his knees to give Ditzy a clear field of fire. Then both medics swore as two more monsters rounded the corner and rushed them.
"Blade, get a move on, mate!" yelled Ditzy, "the bloody things are everywhere!"
"Nearly there," Blade's disembodied voice carried calmly from inside the infirmary.
"Nearly's not good enough," Lacey yelled, blasting the second predator, then pulling out her heavy calibre pistol and shooting it between the eyes as it fell at her feet, its grotesque mouth clicking obscenely at her even as it died.
"Fuck," Wilkes whispered, barely audible over the sound of weapons fire and the malevolent clicking of the stalking predators.
"Down mikes!" yelled Blade, and Abby and Ditzy covered the other soldiers as they reached up and pulled their throat mikes away from their ears, dropping them to the floor and quickly taking up their weapons again.
A loud, grating screech erupted from within the infirmary, and Abby heard Blade swear. From behind her, she could hear hurried footsteps and the sound of the fire extinguisher.
"That should do it," Blade called.
"Do what, moron?" Ditzy responded, almost deafening Abby as he opened fire from his position beside her, bringing down two monsters, only to have them replaced by three more. "How many of these fuckers are there?" he complained softly, to no-one in particular.
Blade rushed to join them, his radio unit in one hand and the fire extinguisher in the other. He scanned the carnage quickly and swore, "Bloody walls. Hang on a sec." Dropping the extinguisher, he held up the radio in one hand and hit the send button with the other, filling the doorway with a horrific, teeth-rattling blast of static.
The creatures closest to the harried defenders screeched, their limbs shuddering spasmodically as they threw their heads back in pain. The red control devices mounted on their skulls began to smoke, and the foremost creatures collapsed to the floor, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.
Further back, by the junction leading to the stairwell, more predators swayed on wobbly legs, keening with distress as they turned tail and retreated.
"About bloody time," exclaimed Lacey, kicking the body at her feet.
"There's a bit of a problem with range, and signal loss when encountering solid structures," Blade said apologetically.
"Really," replied Ditzy, "I hadn't noticed."
Shaking their heads wryly at Blade, Wilkes and Lacey checked the downed monsters, putting bullets in the brains of any that still twitched.
Abby let her pistol drop to her side and slid down the door-frame, finally coming to a halt, crouched low. Ditzy dropped to his knees beside her, gently lifting her chin to look her in the eyes, then he gave her shoulder a squeeze in reassurance before he stood and went back into the infirmary.
Feeling a hand softly petting her hair, Abby looked up to meet Lacey's smile. "You did good, Abs," she said, respect in her voice. Then the soldier thrust her radio at Blade. "Mine next, thank you very much. We have monsters to hunt."
Authors :
fredbassett & munchkinofdoom Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Leek, Lyle, Ditzy, Abby, Lacey, Wilkes, Blade
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : Written for the primeval_denial siege fic challenge.
Warning : Slave!fic!
A/N : This section of the story can probably be read as a standalone section if you haven’t been following the series as a whole, but still want to read the challenge fic. Tanya Lacey and Chris Wilkes appear by kind permission of
reggietate. The remainder of the series can be found Lyle watched Oliver Leek press the ‘end call’ button on his mobile phone
Leek closed his eyes for a brief moment. “He’ll have a team helicoptered in from Hereford. They’ll never make it by road. Until then, they’re on their own in there.” He looked like a man who hadn’t enjoyed the call.
The soldier had also heard enough of Lester’s side of the call to know that Leek’s boss had been deeply suspicious of his underling’s part in the attack on the ARC. Nor was he the only one who was entertaining such suspicions but, at the moment, Lyle had rather more pressing concerns on his mind.
It was clear that it would be at least 20 minutes before back-up reached them.
“Drop me back off by the gates, Mr Leek. Then get the hell out of here as fast as you can. Go somewhere public, or get to the nearest police station and claim you were car-jacked, or mugged or something. Tell Lester where you are and get him to send a retrieval team to collect you. Stringer or someone should manage to get off the bog long enough to manage that. Don’t go home until it’s been checked out and you’ve got a bodyguard in tow. Understand me?”
Lyle watched comprehension dawn in Leek’s eyes as the man realised that he was still not safe. And, indeed, might never be safe, now.
The soldier felt like he’d been run over by a truck, but there was no way he was leaving the others holed up in the ARC, with an unknown number of predators on the loose.
He checked his pockets for ammunition and held his hand out for the spare clips he’d handed over earlier to Leek.
The other man stared at him like he’d gone totally mad. A look that Lyle was becoming all too familiar with.
“Lyle, has it escaped your notice that the back of the car seat is now irrevocably stained with your blood?”
The lieutenant glanced over his own shoulder and realised that he’d managed to open up numerous of the scars on his back and that his equipment vest was no longer doing a very good job of containing the blood. “Sorry about that, but it’s an insurance job anyway. I don’t think the front bumper took too kindly to its contact with the gate.”
Leek shifted uncomfortably in his own seat, and gave Lyle a somewhat rueful smile. “I applaud your tact, Lyle, but as you’re no doubt aware, you’re not the only one who’s made a mess of the seats.”
Lyle grinned. “There’s no shame in that, sir,” and for once, there was no inflection of sarcasm in his voice. “I’ve done worse than that in a fight in my time. So have plenty of my lads.” He held Leek’s eyes with his own for a moment, and allowed the grin to become a smile. “You did bloody well back there. Now all I need you to do is get me back to the gate.”
“You’re in no fit state to go back in on your own.”
“We’ll have back up in 20 minutes, if we’re lucky, no sooner. There are civilians stuck in there. I can’t just leave them.”
“You were unfit for active duty earlier, Lieutenant, and you’re a damn sight worse now. There’s no shame in that, either!” Leek threw Lyle’s own words back at him waspishly.
Lyle groped for the door handle, intending to take the easy way out of the argument, even though it would mean a tramp through the snow wearing nothing but jeans, trainers, tee shirt and a blood-stained tac vest.
With a snort of annoyance, Leek slammed the car into reverse and dragged the wheel round. “Is it worth trying to get back to the underground car park?”
“I’ll be fine from the gates, sir. Don’t risk coming any closer with me.”
Leek shook his head. “You’re not the only stubborn bugger round here, Lyle, and I’ll thank you not to forget that.”
"Please, God, don't let me die like this," Abby prayed under her breath as Lacey hurtled past her to join Wilkes in the corridor, gesturing at the rifle hanging from the strap over Abby's shoulder as she went.
"Stay back, Abby," the soldier said, her calm tone almost drowned out by the harsh report of Wilkes' M4, "and aim for anything that gets past us."
Wilkes and Lacey planted their feet firmly on the floor, standing side by side and firing in unison as monsters came at them, bouncing from wall to floor to wall and ceiling, moving almost too fast for Abby's eyes to track them. The horrors skirted around their dead and decimated kin, not even slowing down, and they just kept on coming.
Abby wanted to scream, to run, but she took a deep breath and followed orders, taking position, her back pressed fast to the frame of the open doorway. She tucked Lacey's pistol into her trouser front and hefted the rifle against her shoulder, trying to steady her herself against the drag of its weight. And then she waited.
Then a skittering sound from the other side of the corridor caught her attention, and Abby swung around, and screamed, "Behind you!"
Lacey whirled neatly on her toes, firing as soon as she'd cleared Wilkes' head, the M4's MASS attachment peppering the two monsters that had come up on them from behind. One fell, its face almost obliterated, but the other barely slowed.
"Ditz! Blade! We could do with some help out here!" Wilkes yelled, swearing as he changed the clip in his weapon. "Miss Abby, cover me."
Abby fired a burst on full automatic over the corporal's head as he dropped to his knees, the recoil slamming her backward into the door-frame. Ditzy appeared at her side, gently but efficiently taking the rifle from her hands and firing at the only monster before them that was still mobile. The beast dropped like a stone, its head and one shoulder gone, and Abby saw the medic grin darkly.
"Blade's a bit busy at the moment," Ditzy said, nodding with satisfaction as Abby pulled out the pistol and Wilkes lifted his rifle, staying on his knees to give Ditzy a clear field of fire. Then both medics swore as two more monsters rounded the corner and rushed them.
"Blade, get a move on, mate!" yelled Ditzy, "the bloody things are everywhere!"
"Nearly there," Blade's disembodied voice carried calmly from inside the infirmary.
"Nearly's not good enough," Lacey yelled, blasting the second predator, then pulling out her heavy calibre pistol and shooting it between the eyes as it fell at her feet, its grotesque mouth clicking obscenely at her even as it died.
"Fuck," Wilkes whispered, barely audible over the sound of weapons fire and the malevolent clicking of the stalking predators.
"Down mikes!" yelled Blade, and Abby and Ditzy covered the other soldiers as they reached up and pulled their throat mikes away from their ears, dropping them to the floor and quickly taking up their weapons again.
A loud, grating screech erupted from within the infirmary, and Abby heard Blade swear. From behind her, she could hear hurried footsteps and the sound of the fire extinguisher.
"That should do it," Blade called.
"Do what, moron?" Ditzy responded, almost deafening Abby as he opened fire from his position beside her, bringing down two monsters, only to have them replaced by three more. "How many of these fuckers are there?" he complained softly, to no-one in particular.
Blade rushed to join them, his radio unit in one hand and the fire extinguisher in the other. He scanned the carnage quickly and swore, "Bloody walls. Hang on a sec." Dropping the extinguisher, he held up the radio in one hand and hit the send button with the other, filling the doorway with a horrific, teeth-rattling blast of static.
The creatures closest to the harried defenders screeched, their limbs shuddering spasmodically as they threw their heads back in pain. The red control devices mounted on their skulls began to smoke, and the foremost creatures collapsed to the floor, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.
Further back, by the junction leading to the stairwell, more predators swayed on wobbly legs, keening with distress as they turned tail and retreated.
"About bloody time," exclaimed Lacey, kicking the body at her feet.
"There's a bit of a problem with range, and signal loss when encountering solid structures," Blade said apologetically.
"Really," replied Ditzy, "I hadn't noticed."
Shaking their heads wryly at Blade, Wilkes and Lacey checked the downed monsters, putting bullets in the brains of any that still twitched.
Abby let her pistol drop to her side and slid down the door-frame, finally coming to a halt, crouched low. Ditzy dropped to his knees beside her, gently lifting her chin to look her in the eyes, then he gave her shoulder a squeeze in reassurance before he stood and went back into the infirmary.
Feeling a hand softly petting her hair, Abby looked up to meet Lacey's smile. "You did good, Abs," she said, respect in her voice. Then the soldier thrust her radio at Blade. "Mine next, thank you very much. We have monsters to hunt."