Letty's POV
The rush of adrenalin that I felt from the time my feet left the roof of one truck and landed on the other was insane. It took me a few beats after I landed before I could move, my body tingling with both fear and excitement.
Shaking my head clear I stood as quickly as I could, mindful that I was on top of a moving vehicle. Knowing that time wasn't on my side and I needed the element of surprise, I made my way down the roof of the tuck and down onto the passenger's side of the cab. Wrenching open the door, I threw myself across the seat, having just enough time to pull my gun and aim at the driver.
"Don't move, get out." I ordered. The guy was freaking out to put it lightly, yelling at me in German, nothing I could understand. He was still driving, although it was erratically over the road. With one hand on the wheel he reached out making a grab for my gun. I yelled at him once more but again he didn't understand.
In a blink of an eye I had control of the gun but the next he had managed to grab it, my hand still clutching it as tightly as I could. A struggle started between us as I tried to make sure the gun was pointing upwards so I wouldn't get shot. The car was swerving and I was starting to lose my grip on my gun as the soldier added more pressure.
A loud, deafening noise shot through the cabin and I stilled. The gun had gone off and everything seemed slow motion. All I could hear was my heavy breathing as I managed to completely gain control over the gun. It was sticky, coated in blood and immediately I felt sick. There was a slight pain in my side but the look on the soldiers face told me I wasn't the one with a bullet wound. He let out a startled scream mixed with pain, his eyes rolled back in his head slightly as he started to slump heavily.
I gasped for air as the reality of what had happened set in, but the swerve of the truck brought me back to the present. Trying not to cringe as I shoved the foot of the dead soldier aside, I slammed on the brakes bring the truck to a complete stop. Shaking in fear, disgust and adrenalin I stayed where I was unable to move. The gun long forgotten on one side of the seat next to me, the dead body on the other; I felt sick.
"Fuck. You okay Lia?" I barely registered the voice as it spoke.
"Lia? Come on girl, don't shut down on me just yet." I snapped back into life as I was shaken. Gabriel's face swimming in my vision.
"I'm… I'm… fine." I stuttered, completely choked up. He gave me a quick once over and nodded.
"Come on we have to load the weapons and get out of here." I nodded dumbly as I crawled out of the van. I was unsteady on my feet as they touched the ground. Barely having a chance I bent over and became violently ill. A quiet curse came from behind me before Gabriel was at my side.
"Just breathe Lia. It'll be okay." My stomach was empty by the time I was done, Gabriel immediately making me move reminding me we were on a time schedule. More unstable than before I somehow managed to move. Numbly I helped Gabriel load all the weapons from the military truck to ours. I tried not to think, focusing on keeping my mind blank so I wouldn't break done. Soon enough the job was done and I reluctantly grabbed my blood soaked gun from the van while Gabriel wiped it from prints.
"Right let's go." He spoke as we climbed back into the truck and drove off to the meet up point. I stared straight ahead, knowing if I blinked or shut my eyes I would relive it all over again.
"Lia, are you hurt? Is that just his blood?" I nodded but that was all I could bring myself to do.
"What happened?" He demanded but I shook my head.
"Damn it Lia come back, don't shut down yet. We'll need to tell Demetri." Hearing that name made me feel like ice had been tipped over me. I was going to be in so much trouble.
"We were fighting for control of the gun, it just went off." I managed to get out.
"Who pulled it?"
"I don't know… me I think." He just nodded and we remained silent for the rest of the trip.
By the time we arrived at the meeting point I had registered not only was I covered in someone else's blood, but I had killed someone and when Demetri found out I was as good as dead too.
Stepping out of the truck I noted everyone else was here too. Ana was the first person to look my way and she gasped rushing over to me.
"Lia, shit are you okay?" She fussed and I nodded mutely. Her eyes met mine and I silently pleaded with her, she took the hint and nodded. Demetri was the next one by my side, looking furious as he looked me over. Gabriel had now flanked my side, which I was grateful for.
"What the fuck happened with you two?" He demanded.
"We had a bit of trouble sir." Gabriel explained.
"I can see that. What happened?" He snapped looking right at me.
"The soldier didn't understand English so when he saw the gun he started to freak, shouting at me in German. I don't understand what he said but he managed to grab hold of my gun and tried to overpower me. The gun went off in the struggle, he's dead." I finished emotionlessly. The look of relief that crossed Demetri's face was unexpected and confusing.
"This is not your blood?" he question and I shook my head.
"Good. Causalities on their side are to be expected, don't over think it. Get cleaned up when we get back to base, then come and find me." He ordered and all I could do was nod. His request made me feel uneasy and on guard.
"The boss has arrived sir." Christian announced sending me a smirk. I had learned a few days ago he was one of the worst here, pig headed and arrogant with no respect for women. He was someone I wanted to stay away from and not cross.
"Start unloading." Demetri ordered at us as he stormed off in the direction of the flash SVU that had just arrived.
"Well don't just stand there you idiots, you heard the boss; start unloading." Christian yelled making us all jump into action.
"Lia I have a bad gut feeling about Demetri's request." Ana whispered as we worked together to unload a truck.
"I know, so do I. I'll be careful." I promised as she sent me a worried look but otherwise let the matter drop.
'Forgive me Father.' I prayed silently as I thought about the poor soldier I shot.
The rush of adrenalin that I felt from the time my feet left the roof of one truck and landed on the other was insane. It took me a few beats after I landed before I could move, my body tingling with both fear and excitement.
Shaking my head clear I stood as quickly as I could, mindful that I was on top of a moving vehicle. Knowing that time wasn't on my side and I needed the element of surprise, I made my way down the roof of the tuck and down onto the passenger's side of the cab. Wrenching open the door, I threw myself across the seat, having just enough time to pull my gun and aim at the driver.
"Don't move, get out." I ordered. The guy was freaking out to put it lightly, yelling at me in German, nothing I could understand. He was still driving, although it was erratically over the road. With one hand on the wheel he reached out making a grab for my gun. I yelled at him once more but again he didn't understand.
In a blink of an eye I had control of the gun but the next he had managed to grab it, my hand still clutching it as tightly as I could. A struggle started between us as I tried to make sure the gun was pointing upwards so I wouldn't get shot. The car was swerving and I was starting to lose my grip on my gun as the soldier added more pressure.
A loud, deafening noise shot through the cabin and I stilled. The gun had gone off and everything seemed slow motion. All I could hear was my heavy breathing as I managed to completely gain control over the gun. It was sticky, coated in blood and immediately I felt sick. There was a slight pain in my side but the look on the soldiers face told me I wasn't the one with a bullet wound. He let out a startled scream mixed with pain, his eyes rolled back in his head slightly as he started to slump heavily.
I gasped for air as the reality of what had happened set in, but the swerve of the truck brought me back to the present. Trying not to cringe as I shoved the foot of the dead soldier aside, I slammed on the brakes bring the truck to a complete stop. Shaking in fear, disgust and adrenalin I stayed where I was unable to move. The gun long forgotten on one side of the seat next to me, the dead body on the other; I felt sick.
"Fuck. You okay Lia?" I barely registered the voice as it spoke.
"Lia? Come on girl, don't shut down on me just yet." I snapped back into life as I was shaken. Gabriel's face swimming in my vision.
"I'm… I'm… fine." I stuttered, completely choked up. He gave me a quick once over and nodded.
"Come on we have to load the weapons and get out of here." I nodded dumbly as I crawled out of the van. I was unsteady on my feet as they touched the ground. Barely having a chance I bent over and became violently ill. A quiet curse came from behind me before Gabriel was at my side.
"Just breathe Lia. It'll be okay." My stomach was empty by the time I was done, Gabriel immediately making me move reminding me we were on a time schedule. More unstable than before I somehow managed to move. Numbly I helped Gabriel load all the weapons from the military truck to ours. I tried not to think, focusing on keeping my mind blank so I wouldn't break done. Soon enough the job was done and I reluctantly grabbed my blood soaked gun from the van while Gabriel wiped it from prints.
"Right let's go." He spoke as we climbed back into the truck and drove off to the meet up point. I stared straight ahead, knowing if I blinked or shut my eyes I would relive it all over again.
"Lia, are you hurt? Is that just his blood?" I nodded but that was all I could bring myself to do.
"What happened?" He demanded but I shook my head.
"Damn it Lia come back, don't shut down yet. We'll need to tell Demetri." Hearing that name made me feel like ice had been tipped over me. I was going to be in so much trouble.
"We were fighting for control of the gun, it just went off." I managed to get out.
"Who pulled it?"
"I don't know… me I think." He just nodded and we remained silent for the rest of the trip.
By the time we arrived at the meeting point I had registered not only was I covered in someone else's blood, but I had killed someone and when Demetri found out I was as good as dead too.
Stepping out of the truck I noted everyone else was here too. Ana was the first person to look my way and she gasped rushing over to me.
"Lia, shit are you okay?" She fussed and I nodded mutely. Her eyes met mine and I silently pleaded with her, she took the hint and nodded. Demetri was the next one by my side, looking furious as he looked me over. Gabriel had now flanked my side, which I was grateful for.
"What the fuck happened with you two?" He demanded.
"We had a bit of trouble sir." Gabriel explained.
"I can see that. What happened?" He snapped looking right at me.
"The soldier didn't understand English so when he saw the gun he started to freak, shouting at me in German. I don't understand what he said but he managed to grab hold of my gun and tried to overpower me. The gun went off in the struggle, he's dead." I finished emotionlessly. The look of relief that crossed Demetri's face was unexpected and confusing.
"This is not your blood?" he question and I shook my head.
"Good. Causalities on their side are to be expected, don't over think it. Get cleaned up when we get back to base, then come and find me." He ordered and all I could do was nod. His request made me feel uneasy and on guard.
"The boss has arrived sir." Christian announced sending me a smirk. I had learned a few days ago he was one of the worst here, pig headed and arrogant with no respect for women. He was someone I wanted to stay away from and not cross.
"Start unloading." Demetri ordered at us as he stormed off in the direction of the flash SVU that had just arrived.
"Well don't just stand there you idiots, you heard the boss; start unloading." Christian yelled making us all jump into action.
"Lia I have a bad gut feeling about Demetri's request." Ana whispered as we worked together to unload a truck.
"I know, so do I. I'll be careful." I promised as she sent me a worried look but otherwise let the matter drop.
'Forgive me Father.' I prayed silently as I thought about the poor soldier I shot.