Red woke to the sound of gunfire, instantly on his feet then almost collasping with dizziness due to the alcohol. In minutes he's geared up an running out the door. On his floor is Harris and Shrake, and it doesn't take more than a couple seconds to find their captive dead and men trying to break into Shrake's room. With a yell he opens fire, shooting three down before they realize and turn their efforts on him.
It was another three against one, but even as he took two down the third got a shot in his knee and he went down. With the alcohol in his system his aim was shit, and it was taking several bullets to take one man down. Still he fought, refusing to give up even as another dozen thugs rushed the corridor, guns all aimed at him.
"Die you son's of bitches!" he yelled, catching two in the head even as they gunned him down, his efforts in vain as he died out slowly.
Arya woke, groggy as ever as the alarms went off and Al's voice could be heard. But even as she stepped out of bed to get her things on her door crashed down and three men in gas masks stormed in, more graceful and silent than any normal cartel thugs.
"Female," one of them spoke and another nodded pulling a canister from his pocket and activating it.
She didn't even have time to rush them as one moved forward and hit her in the gut with the hilt of his rifle and the room began filling with smoke. Pain screamed from her scars, the hard hit causing her nerves to explode. All Arya could do was double over and scream as the gas entered her lungs and she felt herself passing out.
"Uno abajo, dos para ir," one of them said, another lifting her weak body as she passed out.
She could hear them over the radio, and while the assault downstairs was normal cartel thugs, there were men inside that weren't. She heard one of them mention them and instantly started playing with frequencies, looking for this hidden team. She found them after a minute of searching, still listening to the assault below as Red died and Al came moments too late with Shrake gone. As she hit the frequency she heard a deep Spanish voice talking, is voice grave.
"One down, two to go," she translated.
She wasn't sure what it meant but Serena rushed to her closet to grab anything but the dress she was wearing. Just as she reached for a pair of pants there was a squeak outside her door of someone stepping on the wood. Serena froze, going absolutely still.
Maybe they are searching the floors...maybe they won't look in he-
The door burst open, splinters flying everywhere as Serena screamed, tucking herself into the closet. Three men in gas masks burst in, one throwing a canister as gas filled the room and leaked out into the hall rather quickly.
"We got noise on the second floor," one of them spoke in Russian that her ears translated easily, listening in to a radio, "Ghosts are catching on."
"Drop a second canister on this floor," the tallest one ordered in English, although he too had a Russian accent, "They can't follow us without masks. Delta, grab the girl."
"Dos abajo, uno a ir," the third man laughed, his accent a mixture of russian and spanish that she had heard over the radio.
The gas was beginning to catch in her lungs and she could feel her energy draining. With a vain effort she lunged at the radio equipment, desperate to get some message out, to reach out to Alex. She tumbled into the desk, but her hand caught the radio as she went down, kicking at the man.
"There's sleeping gas in the corridors!" she yells into the radio, her voice already fading fast, "Don't go upstairs!"
And just like that, she's out.
Just as Katerina spilled out those words, her ears caught something happening on the radio, and a loud boom shook the hotel. Both of them jumped up, and she grabbed the closet clothing for her -which was no more than black jeans and her blue top. Yanking them on she rushed out to the radio, needing to know what the hell was happening.
Al's voice came through, explaining that Shrake was missing and Harris was dead. Seconds later Serena's voice piped up about a gas assault, and even as Kat looked up at Kevin to tell him to get ready their door broke open, flying into the room.
"It's an all out assault!" she yelled, dropping to the floor as splinters flew and three men came in.
It wasn't just one group sweeping the hotel, it had to be four, maybe even five, all attacking at different points all at once, causing utter chaos. And Katerina and Winters had no gear on, having just gotten out of the bath. Luckily Winters kept his gun always near him, but it wasn't enough as the three men kicked him down and beat him, knocking him unconscious. Kat rushed to his aid with a snarl, but one of the men turned on her, gun aimed at her head.
"Hands where we can see them, or we'll knock you out too."
The accent was Russian, surprising her. Kat did as they said, knowing she had no tactical advantage at this point. With Winters down all three turned on her, tying her hands behind her back and gagging her so she couldn't make a sound before shoving her out the door. Her heart felt like it was tearing in half, seeing him lying there and being unable to help. As the men took her towards the stairs one of them tossed a sleeping gas behind them, lighting up the whole corridor so no one could follow.
She had expected for them to go down, but instead they went up, making their way to the roof. There they met two other teams of three, both with their own captors. In the middle was Shrake on his knees, a gun pointed at his head. Another helicopter had landed, and while the other men loaded Arya and Serena's sleeping bodies onto it, two of them branched off to cut the gas tank in the helicopter, destroying any chance of them being followed.
"Move it," the man behind her shoved, "Get in that helicopter with the girls, or your leader is shot in the head."
Without blinking she did as told, climbing in the helicopter in a vain attempt to keep Shrake alive. They needed him, now more than ever. From the looks of it, they were taking the three girls on the team -the medic, the translator, and the spy. Not only were the other two girls extremely important to the Ghosts, but she was sure Narcos had some cruel punishment for her yet again.
The helicopter was big enough to fit nine men and three captives, and all too soon the blades started up, and Kat's stomach dropped more. A gun remained level with her head, so if she so much as tried to make a motion they'd shoot her. The man outside with his gun to Shrake's head didn't seem to be moving from his station, but finally he bent low, speaking just loud enough for Kat to hear too.
"Don't move a damn muscle until we are out of sight. You do, I will pop a bullet into your head."
With that he moved away, climbing into the helicopter as it soared up and away, kidnapping the three women from their base.
