OOC: Odd damnit, I tried posting at school today, but the forum signed me out before I could send it.
IC:
'Are... you alright, sir?' Cal heard a female voice address him. Before he could utter a response, he felt rough hands grab him and hoist him onto a table. He winced at the rough handling of his wounds, but he was too weak to fight back. He didn't really care what happened to him now, anyway.
The world around him was starting to spin again, coming in and out of focus like a bad tv channel. He felt slightly sick.
He heard more voices, they seemed too muffled to understand. Suddenly recoiling in pain, he hissed quietly as he felt a horrible stinging sensation in his wounds, and looked up to see a Mudokon rubbing a strange substance over his burns and bullet wounds. Quite apart from wanting to stop him putting unknown and probably dangerous chemicals into his bloodstream, he felt a pang of disgust that such a creature would even dare touch him. But also, he was a little confused; he was already down, probably going to die, why this strange behaviour?
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Creeeeeeeeaaaak....
The door slowly swung open as Ricky crept into the kitchen, cursing his noisy pants. Trying his best to tiptoe silently in, his eyes locked with those of another Slig (Agent 80085). He froze for a moment, then laughed uneasily.
'Heh heh... wrong room. Uh, sorry to bother you, Ma'am.' he said in what he hoped was a polite tone, as he casually saluted and backed out of the room.
After he closed the door, he ran back to his crate stack and climbed to the top, hoping that she hadn't recognised him. He whipped his hand into his backpack, and pulled out a two-way radio before twisting it's dial around.
After a while, he stopped twisting, pressed a button and started speaking quietly.
'This is Ricardo, can anyone hear me?'
Silence.
'This is Ricardo, I need assistance! Repeat, I need assistance!' he said, a little louder. He flinched in suprise when the radio crackled to life.
'Aye sir? Wic here.' came a voice from the other end.
Great. In his time of dire need, a simple idiot Mudokon would be the one helping him out. ...Oh well.
'Wic, that you? You need to come to Rupture Farms 1209 ASAP. Get a job, or anything, as long as you're in the factory without suspicion.' Ricky stated slowly and clearly, to make sure Wic understood. A moment of silence told Ricky that he didn't.
'...What about the mission, sir?' Wic asked.
'Operation Tax Collecter has been aborted, for now. This is now a rescue mission.'
'Sir?!
Ricky sighed. 'Cal is really in the meepsheet right now, kid.'