it was more imperative than ever that he
speak to his brother.
“We are not associated with any
government. The… terrorists have infected them all. You could call us a ragtag
group of those who are aware of what is happening, and trying to stop it. How
did you come across them? Most people don’t even realize they are there.” Viper
said evenly, watching as she ducked her head and looked away from him as she
finished wrapping his arm.
“Let’s see your leg.” Lara said,
stealing a glance at his face. She waited until he moved his leg onto the rock
and let him push the pant leg up and over the gash in the side of his calf.
“We…” Lara began before clearing
her throat and continuing again. “My best friend and I encountered them
overseas. Unfortunately, they also encountered us. He didn’t make it. How many
of them have infiltrated our government? How many of you are there?”
Viper almost smiled at the
excitement he could feel pouring off of her when she asked if there were more
of him. She was a fighter; he had no doubt of that.
“There are thousands of us, working
all over. You have information on them don’t you? That’s why you’re out here…
hiding, isn’t it?” Viper asked, watching her reactions carefully as she tended
to the cut on his calf.
Lara stole another glance at the
man, before pressing a little too hard on his cut. She ducked her head as he
sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“Where is your base? Who is your
leader? What was your mission here?” Lara asked, squeezing the antibiotic pack
onto his cut.
“You are full of questions, but not
so forthcoming in your own answers. I can understand your hesitance to trust.
What I have seen alone has made me just as distrustful of your people…” Viper
began but was cut off by Lara.
“Wait. What do you mean by ‘my’
people?” Lara asked studying his face.
Viper felt like smacking himself
for his stupid mistake. She was very intelligent; he thought. Most people
wouldn’t have picked up on that little detail or would have overlooked it. He
would have to be more careful with his words until he knew what the hell was going
on.
“The military.” Viper said, nodding
at her uniform and hoping Lara would accept his excuse. He withstood her
penetrating stare until she finally looked back at his leg with a slight nod.
His initial assessment was correct,
her own team, commanders or both had betrayed her. He wanted to learn more, but
the exhaustion hit him so quickly he swayed before she caught him.
“Hey! Give me a second to get
something ready for you. Can you stay here on your own?” Lara asked, staring at
him as if to judge his strength.
As soon as he nodded, Lara wasted
no time in heading farther back into the cave. Moments later, she returned with
a bulky rolled-up grey item. Viper watched with rapidly dwindling energy as she
flung it out in front of her and laid it down on the ground in front of him.
“Come here.” Lara said holding out
her hand to him. Viper didn’t hesitate to take it and grabbed her tightly. Both
of them jerked back slightly at the rush of energy that hit them. Lara tried to
pull her hand from Viper’s, but he held it too tightly.
Lara started to panic, trying to
pull her hand from Viper’s as he stood, his unfocused green gaze staring at her
as if he could see into her soul. As soon as Viper felt her fear, he pulled
away from her and immediately swayed, the loss of her energy hitting him
quickly.
Lara didn’t want to touch the
strange man again, but she also couldn’t let him fall. Grabbing the front of
his charred and ripped shirt, she pushed him to the ground and helped adjust
him onto the sleeping bag she’d grabbed from her stash in the cave.
Lara was thankful that the strange
adrenaline rush she got when she touched him only affected her if she touched
his bare skin. It didn’t seem to bother her if she just touched his clothes and
limited her contact.
“I’m sorry. I just