Evening, Day 9
The storm continued to brew as the men made it to the summit of the mountain. Unable to see any further ahead without the aid of artificial light, the group found a small area large enough to house their dwindling number for the night. Fortunately for one, or unfortunately for two if you looked at it from another way, two were to be tied up this night.
Both Love and Tasslehoff received an identical number of votes and both would be tied up. Setting each one up on opposite sides of the mountain, neither would be going anywhere for the night. Tasslehoff himself just shrugged at the voting outcome hed lost count of just how many times hed been tied up already.
The flak jacket went to CCRunner and the explosives were gingerly handed over to Ekolite for safekeeping. With the days responsibilities out of the way, the men lined up in front of the cook for dinner.
Methos downed his plate with his usual speed. After putting up with crummy army food and tasteless K-rations, he had grown to appreciate the cooks cooking and never take it for granted. He chatted amongst his fellow squad mates, talking about all sorts of things besides the mission. After 9 grueling days, they all had needed a change of pace and conversation. While mid sentence, he was interrupted by another.
Methos your nose.
He reached up to his nostrils and felt the warm sensation of blood on his fingertips. As he reached for some cloth, he began to cough uncontrollably. Blood spat out from his mouth as he tried to get in a breath of air. CCRunner ran over to the now convulsing Methos, and gave a quick diagnostic: he had massive internal bleeding. He needed surgery immediately, and he was rushed to the medic tent, which had been hastily constructed.
He quickly injected the struggling Methos with 2 syringes of morphine. He had to operate now if he was to have any chance of saving the mans life. What made it extremely difficult was without modern equipment he couldnt exactly know where the leak was. Noticing Methos grabbing his stomach tightly, he surmised the culprit lay somewhere near his stomach.
No sooner did he reach for the scalpel did merciary report that Methos had lost his pulse. CCRunner tried to administer CPR, but with blood flowing everywhere but to his vitals, it was useless. Hed lost Methos.
With saving the patient an afterthought, he went to work performing a crude autopsy. What he found inside was most disturbing: his liver had ceased to exist, or rather had liquefied. Something Methos ingested had caused his death.
Now besides the rogue killings and insurgent attacks, they now had a poisoner on their hands. While they may or may not be related, the fact remained that someone had deliberately spiked Methos food with poison.
They went through the deceased tent to look for anything that might help the squad. They found a pair of
Night Vision Goggles, which may come in handy. Besides that, nothing else of value was discovered. Also absent was anything linking Methos as one of the Rogue Agents. CCRunner performed one last task before preparing the body for burial. He reported back that the left leg was clear of any tattoos.
Now that the once promising day was over, they were left with one dead and 2 other tied up for the foreseeable future. Day 10 of the retreat loomed tomorrow, and the squad knew they were running out of time. The lightning strikes from the gathering storm in the distance seemed to echo this sentiment.
Accusations:
Love: 3
Tasslehoff: 3
thomas.berubeg: 2
Flak Jacket Vote:
CCRunner: 5
Izipo: 2
Explosive Vote:
Ekolite: 5
It is now night! Night people pm me with your orders. Posting is currently closed. This night will last 24 hours.