[Description of medical procedure/pain!, experience of high stress! pls handle with care]
George looked at the helicopter Panpas and he were walking towards. Its choppers were already turning lazily.
"George, are you even listening to me?!", Panpas angry voice brought George back to reality. He had already listened to Johnson explaining every clue they ever got and how he could always call 911 or 112 if he and Dream got out somehow. It was normal to zone out from time to time when your body had anxiously releasing adrenalin over hours. The kick just wore off and George felt tired.
"Now, to summarize: The chip is inserted just below your ribcage. It's the latest technology, undetectable except if they have the scanners you can only find in airports."
George nodded, trying to remember this info.
"We're going to activate it tomorrow, then we know your location and get you two out if you are not released then."
The safe with the ransom money was lifted into the chopper, as the pilot handed him and Panpas headsets. George climbed into the helicopter and Panpas sat down next to him.
"Good evening Davidson, can you hear me?", Johnsons voice came out of the headset.
"Yes, I can. Have I already got the chip?"
"No, here it is", Panpas held up a needle with a small electronic part in its middle.
"Oh god."
George desperately tried to remember how much Dream meant to him and pulled up his shirt.
"Don't worry, it looks worse than it is. It's gonna hurt, but not too much. Getting it out is the harder part", Jackson informed him as Panpas prepared his skin.
George felt a sharp, but short pain as the needle injected the small chip into his skin.
"Already over. Shouldn't bleed, but press this onto your skin", Panpas handed him a tissue.
"19:33, its time to get in the air. Remember, we will get you out of there when you are not released", Jackson reminded him as Panpas told the pilot they were ready to start.George knew the handover wasn't exactly planned out. After Jackson had contacted the terrorists and had told them that George was willing to be the one to go in and get the money to them, they agreed and let the police know they were going to need a helicopter. They were going to get the information at 19:40.
As the helicopter started taking off, George remembered why he hated flying. Trying to control his stomach into not throwing up, he turned to Panpas.
"Are you sure they won't notice the tracker?", he asked.
"It's nearly impossible, only big airports have the technology. They won't have access to it."
"Remember, the goal is not to get killed. Get Warren out with you."
It was still weird to know Dreams last name. George swallowed as he tried not to throw up. This was getting bad. To be fair, his stomach had already been hurting with anxiety before he got into the helicopter.
"I've got a message. Fly west."
George couldn't stop his eyes from roaming all over the place, searching for a clue that he missed. Oddly, he remembered his nightmare again.
You made a mistake, George.
He suddenly felt too hot in his t-shirt as the pilot turned the chopper around.
"Don't worry. We have forces everywhere following us. That's why they are taking you in, they know if they were to release Warren, we'd follow them and either arrest or kill them", Panpas said.
George looked down at the city. The helicopter was at the edge of it, they were flying towards the smaller cities around London. Why wouldn't they want to land on a high building in London for the exchange? The pilot answered his question.
"Sir, I am going to have to request a trespassing by the Airport London Heathrow if we are to continue the course you have set."
They were not going to fly over the airport. They were going to land. George realized it. His eyes wide opened, he turned to Panpas.
"Request it, send the route and it's high priority."
"Never mind. We are supposed to be landing there. There is a bomb threat in the airport, Terminal three. Sending the SWAT in, but the local security is getting people out right now."
"Oh fuck. How much time do we have?", Panpas asked while twisting in his seat to get to the first-aid-box hanging behind him.
"We will arrive in two minutes", the pilot answered.
"Lift your shirt."
"Oh no, no, no, no, no!", George was shaking his head. Panpas had found a scalpel.
"George, listen to me. We need to get that chip out in the next two minutes. Grab onto this –", Panpas gave him a bandage from the kit, "and try not to move too much."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck", George repeated, while pulling up his shirt and trying to lay in his seat. He grabbed the bandage tight into his fist. Staring at the ceiling of the helicopter, he tried to think happy thoughts. He couldn't.
He felt the pain of the cut Panpas had made below his ribcage. His abdominal muscle contracted and he squeezed his eyes shut as tears started rolling. His stomach rebelled even worse and he was sure he was going to throw up. His body started freezing and he clenched his teeth together as PAnpas exchanged the scalpel for tweezers.
"One minute.," the pilot said.
It hurt like hell and seemed to last ages. George started biting on his tongue to distract him from the pain.
"Okay, I got the chip. Hold this to the wound, you need tape to make sure it heals correctly", Panpas sprayed disinfectant on the wound.
George slowly un-clenched his body, realizing he toungue was bleeding, too. Panpas taped the wound shut. It was dark outside. George pulled down his shirt after panpas cleaned his blood off of him. The wound was sealed by a small band aid.
"Are you done? You should be landing now", Johnson sounded worried.
"Yes."
George looked out at the lit up airport. One plane stood out to him because of its size, it was small but looked expensive.
"Land on the runway right in front of terminals 3", Johnson advised the pilot.
The helicopter slowly sank down on the runway.
"No going back, Davidson. Good luck", Johnson said, "remember that many victims are freed as soon as the money is paid."
It did not sound hopeful.
Panpas just laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Warren is a lucky man. You are a good friend."
George threw up. He managed to lean forward enough to not hit himself. It represented how he felt. The door opened and after wiping his mouth with the bloody tissue, George followed Panpas out of the helicopter. Two men with machine guns and face masks stood 20 meters (65 feet) away from them in front of the entrance to the terminal. Panpas reached into the helicopter and pulled the safe out.
George took it with trembling hands. His heart sunk into his stomach. He felt like throwing up again. His stomach hurt, the safe felt like it was burning his hands. George had remembered an information he had been given earlier.
He was not the only one with a tracker. The safe had one in it, too. And he was about to walk through a body scanner with it.
Should he walk to the two men? Turn around and run? Or wait for their orders?
They were going to kill him if they found the tracker. They were going to kill Dream.
They were going to kill Dream.
Panpas suddenly kneeled on the ground next to him. Irritated, George looked down at him. Panpas was not looking back at him, but at the men with the guns.
One of them pointed his machine gun at George.
"WALK INTO TERMINAL THREE. NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS!"
George stumbled foreward. The world was turning around him. His legs shaking, the short distance seemed endless. He just walked until he reached the door of the terminal. Another man stood inside of the terminal, raising his gun when he saw George.
"SLOW MOVEMENTS. LEAVE THE SAFE HERE AND STEP INTO THE SCANNER!"
George slowly put the safe down and walked into the body scanner. He tried to listen to what happened with the safe, but he had to keep looking forward. Another man with a different weapon activated the scanner.
Any minute now, they were going to realize the safe was tracked, too. They were going to shoot him. Execute him in the airport. George barely stood upright in the scanner. His face was white with fear. The scanner moved around him. George heard the safe being lifted. They were going to scan it after him. The scanner did not beep and the man standing in front of George nodded. He held out a glass of a substance looking like water.
"Drink."
George reached for the glass. Was it poison? He took a deep breath and drank the fluid. It tasted like a medicine he used to take as a kid whenever he was sick.
"Walk in front of me, right out of the gate. You will see a plane. Get into the plane."
George just stood in front of the scanner, waiting to be shot. But it did not happen. Instead, the man put the gun onto his back and started pushing him towards the plane.
George took a few unsteady steps. The world turned around him. He felt drunk. The next moment, he was in front of the plane. Taking the steps up into the plane was hard. Partly because he felt like he was going to pass out any moment, partly because he had already fallen onto the steps two times.
The conversation around him felt like he heard it through thick glass.
"-reaction to the sedative-" - "-ready to start-"
George fell onto the floor and passed out.
[notes
this chapter was so hard to write! I hope its not that bad uff. Feedback (votes or comments) mean the world to me :DD]