She manages to stay awake with her heart steady and her eyes focused. It doesn't take long for men to notice the unconscious one in the snow. He shakes awake as they help him to his feet. He's shouting words she can't understand. With the four of them in her sights, she waits, internally begging for one of them to make a move. Something catches her eye. A glare off one of the men. Looking closer she notices it's a set of keys. She smirks to herself. As the man, she knocked out yells at his men they all pull out handguns. Without a second thought, she takes the shot. It only takes two shots to instantly kill all four. Their bodies dropped like flies.
Her lips are blue due to the cold but it doesn't bother her much. She stands up putting the rifle back on her shoulders. She takes off back towards the building. As the building gets closer and closer she becomes more cautious. She draws the rifle holding it tight to her chest.
Seeing no obvious people in sight she goes for the men she killed. She tosses the rifle to the side grabbing one of the Glocks off the men. She tucks it in her waistband before going for the keys on the other man's body. Looking around the corner to the front of the building she sees it's all clear. Her eyes travel down to the keys seeing a dozen.
"You guys really like making people's lives harder, don't you?" She questions the dead people behind her.
She tries every key until she gets the right one. "Ahah!" She puts the keys into one of her pant pockets as she withdraws her gun. She infiltrates the building heading in the direction of the ruckus. Men are shouting left and right in a foreign language. As she inches down a dark hallway she comes into contact with a door. She counts to herself: one, two, three. On three she barges in. Men draw their weapons causing her to shoot them instantly. "Damn, eight rounds left. Oh well."
Her eyes observe the room before her neglecting the dead bodies. She sees the countless computers lining up the place. To her, this room looks more like a lab than a communication line with the pilots.
She forcefully shoves a dead guy out of the chair. "Thank you, sir," she says sarcastically. She starts going to the computer and looking at the information on the screen. Her eyes widen seeing where their plans for the enrichment plant were going. "Holy shit!"
Finley looks around rapidly. "God damn it, you have to have a flash drive or something somewhere." She looks through the drawers coming across a flash drive. She plugs it into the computer seeing it unleash more information. "Woah. They are going to love me." She saves everything she finds on the computer to the flash drive. After a moment she slips the drive into her bra seeing it's probably the safest place for it.
"Okay, okay. Let's figure out how to contact the carrier." She stands up looking through each of the men's pockets. She finds a couple of phones not having any service. She grumbles, "why have a phone if you can't use it?"
She settles back into the chair. Her fingers hover over the keys before testing out some of the options she comes up with. Creating a digital code she includes some keywords in the code she knows they'd find. Sending the code to the most likely destination the ship would be at the moment she sends it.
"Yay, let's just hope my husband knows me as well as he thinks he does."
• • •
They're standing in the tower waiting for any news. One of the men at the table computer crashes. It instantly shows a mix of random letters and words.
"Sir, my system just crashed."
"What do you mean it crashed?"
The Navy man gestures to the computer showing the black screen with words. Bob hovers behind him looking over his shoulder. Speed reading through the text he relaxes. "Thank god, it's just Finley."
Admiral Bates raises a brow, "how do you know it's her?"
"Move," the man moves and Bob takes his spot. "'Cause I know her. AUSTIN is where we live, BANDLADESH was her mission before Afghanistan, June 23rd, 2016 was when we got married. Then of course there's her callsign at the bottom. This is her, trust me."
"How would this code crash this computer? It shouldn't be allowed with how high our security is."
"Not if you're Finley and work for the Navy. She knows her way around computers. It could have been a mistake but I doubt it. I think she targeted this computer specifically."
Bradley raises a brow at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "How do you know all of this?"
Bob swallows, glancing at him from the side. "I was a geek in high school. I know my codes. Leave me alone, Bradley."
He chuckles at him moving next to him. "What's that line under that area?" He points to the screen.
"I think that's a link."
"A link to what? It's named OAKLYNN."
"Thank you Captain Obvious for your fabulous observation skills," he rolls his eyes. "Oaklynn is her brother so it symbolizes something. It could mean anything."
Bradley hums, "what about security? Those two are close as ever."
"Security," Bob echoes quietly. "Oh, why didn't I think of that? Security cameras, that makes so much sense now."
He presses the link. The computer splits into six different screens. Three of the cameras are aimed outside. Little men are running around figuring out their next move but no sight of Finley. The other one is aimed at the lab room while the other one is static, most likely destroyed or disconnected.
"That one there. Can you get a better view of it?"
Bob presses on the camera pointing at the lab. Several men are dead on the floor as a woman sits at a desk seemingly making something out of metal.
Maverick sighs in relief now seeing that Finley is okay. He questions, "what is she doing?"
"That would be her making a small pipe bomb."
"Well, I think that's the least of our worries. It looks like she's about to have trouble. Three men are walking in."
They all look at the screen. As Bradley said, three men walk into the building
• • •
Finley heard a down slam and chatter make it way closer to her. The bomb in her hand is not done yet and the gun she had is too far away. She doesn't have time to think as men walk into the room. They stare oddly at her until they see the bodies.
"Shit."
The man in front draws his gun and lays off a shot. She ducks out of the way. Straddling the guy's arm she elbows him in the face. Using his hand with the gun to shoot the men beside her killing them instantly. She turns the gun on the man shooting him. The close contact with her head makes her ears ring.
His body drops as does the gun. "Ow! That hurt!"
She looks up seeing a light under what looks like the closest door. She knits her brows together stepping over the bodies and kicking some as she moves along. "Sorry, dude."
She opens the door, and her jaw drops. "Holy shit!" Lining the back wall of the door is some guns and bombs. "Jesus Christ I gotta get me one of these." She spits a couple of grenades on the bottom shelf. The engraving on them proving not to be U.S-made. "Huh, you guys were up to a lot more than you appeared to be." She looks back at the bomb she was making and shrugs. "Well, that won't be necessary anymore."
She grabs three grenades and goes for her gun. Stepping over the bodies she leaves the room. Being careful of her surroundings she exits the building.
Finley jumps back from the front door as rapid shots are thrown her way. "Fuck." She pulls the pin of one grenade with her teeth before throwing it out the door. She covers her ears as a loud bang shakes the earth.
She looks out seeing what looks like a mass grave. She turns to the inside of the door throwing up immediately. Finley can handle a lot of things but that many bodies and that much blood is not one of them. "Keep it together, Fin. You have to wait until help arrives."
She runs out of the building her gun in hand. There are a bunch of shots headed her way which she miraculously escapes. The men circle to the front of the building which is stupid in Finley's opinion. She unpins both grenades throwing them at the building. She drops behind a wall of cement feeling the blast from her position. Without luck, she is still fired upon. Chucks of cement break off making her lose room to hide. With eight bullets left, she fires four aimlessly behind her. She can hear them hit two men but others keep firing upon her.
"God, please don't let this be how I die."
Finley sucks in a break when a couple of shots from above shoot at the men. She doesn't understand how she didn't hear the helicopter above her. Perhaps it's the fear resinating in the out of her stomach or the fact that her ears are still ringing.
The helicopter lands not far from her. She smiles happily seeing the familiar U.S colors in stripes. Reuben is kneeling off the side with an assault rifle in hand.
"Let's go!" He shouts.
Finley instantly makes a run for it. She shoots her last four bullets behind her before jumping into the helicopter. It lists off right after.
When they're a safe distance from the ground Reuben offers her a headset. They each put them on and smile at each other. "You always seem to find trouble, huh Moonlight."
She shrugs, "I don't know about that. I think trouble just likes to find me."
Reuben calls over to the pilot to connect them with the carrier. He speaks over the comms, "sir, the package is safe and secure."