A continuation of this post Part 1
The had just breeched the upper floor of the warehouse. The two men who had been up here were trained but clearly very inexperienced and didn’t stand a chance. The five men went into the room with the computers and the computer servers. Gaz and Soap quickly and wordlessly start to get as much data as they can.
“Ye smell tha’?” Soap asks.
“Smells like Petrol.” Gaz agrees. “Why’d they fill their sprinkler system with petrol?”
“Their ‘kazis.” Ghost hums. “None of these squads were meant to survive. They were sloppy, I’d bet the two in the other room were in charge of all the others.”
“It’s weird,” Price hums, “Is it just me or did all the recruits guarding this place seem a little small?”
“Aye, Cap’ain. Even the ones up here were a wee short.” Soap replies.
Saint chuffs. “Something feels off.”
“I smell smoke. They’ve set this place on fire.” Saint notes. “We gotta pick up the pace.”
“Aye.” Gaz and soap reply. “How’s the arm Saint?”
“Just grazed. I think the enemy was aiming for my heart. Either they had bad aim, or they missed on purpose.” Saint grumbles as he patches his arm. Then the faint sound of whimpering catches his attention. He motions for the others to be silent. Saint can see how it is affecting the omegas.
Their body language starts to relax and there is a look of concern in their eyes. The whimpering sounds too high pitched to be from an adult. It almost sounds like a pup.
Price shakes himself from the feeling. Then he motions for Saint. Both men have the same line of thinking—it’s a trap.
The pair walk into the other room. They see the smallest enemy soldier they’ve encountered all day. Her thick combat gear doesn’t really do anything to hide her clearly feminine form. She’s on the other side or a row of desks as she stares whimpering and trembling at her dead comrades. She holds a rifle in hand with a loose grip.
“She must be a straggler. Should we capture her?” Saint asks following his captain’s lead.
“Yes, she might have more information.”
Her eyes snap to them as they start their brief dialogue. The terror in her eyes almost freezes them both in place. In fact, it does make Price hesitate for a second.
Saint immediately starts to lunge for her, and Price follows seconds after.
Saint sees her gun. If she’s quick enough with it, she could kill or injure them. His priority has to be disarming her. He sees her raise her gun, but instead of shooting it, she chucks it at his chest. She turns on her heel and trips over the side of the next row of desks as she rips off her helmet and mask.
She keels over and vomits. The first thing Saint smells is her distress. Distressing omegas always have a certain bitter scent to them. It smells different from omega to omega, but he’s never smelled one that smelled like rotting flesh. Or rather, he’s never smelled an omega in so much distress he can’t even tell what her scent is supposed to be. As the taste lingers in his mouth, a sweetness finally rises in the back of his throat. But it’s not the scent of her specifically, it’s a buttery sweetness only common in pups.
Her small stature. The slight amount baby fat still clinging to her cheeks. The buttery scent. She’s a pup. And chances are every single soldier they killed today were also pups.
She’s not throwing up anymore, but she is sobbing and dry heaving. She continues to stumble forward, desperately trying to get out of the offices.
She’s a pup, in distress. Pups should never smell like this. Saint easily closes the distance between them. Before he really even thinks about what he’s doing, she’s scooped up into his arms.
She yowls in fear. She starts to flail and attempts to scratch Saint’s face. It only takes a half a minute for him to fully secure her in his arms so she can’t escape or hurt him or herself. She’s still so panicked and distressing like this could make her loose her mind or, more likely, kill her.
Saint has helped distressing omegas before, but none quite so fragile as the pup in his arms. He projects his scent and chuffs lightly. When he sees chuffs aren’t doing anything to help her, he switches to purring. She stares up at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. She’s stopped fighting his hold but her body trembles uncontrollably. Her body has even started to relax. She very suddenly and without warning goes limp in his arms as she passes out.
The building is burning everyone needs to get out now. The fire has caught almost everything on the ground floor on fire, making it impossible to go out the way they came.
“Price, Ghost, we need to find a window, now!” Saint calls covering his mouth and nose with a mask. He enters back into the computer room.
“Good thing there’s one here then,” Ghost huffs matter of factly. A nod from Price is all the permission it takes for him to start breaking the window.
“Gaz, progress on download.” Price isn’t asking.
“Should take another minute.” Comes Gaz’s quick reply.
“The pup?” Soap asks. Voicing the concern the three others are thinking but not voicing to complete their tasks.
“Prisoner, for now. We will debrief in the chopper back. Laswell has some explaining to do or an informant to bust the balls of,” Saint growls. He can’t help it. The last few minutes replay in his head. He subconsciously tightens his grip on the pup in his arms. He only stops growling when the unconscious pup whimpers. He takes a short breath. He catches from the edge of his vision Soap and Gaz looking at him with concerned eyes. He can tell both younger omegas want to stop what they are doing and soothe him. They can’t help it, it’s their instincts.
“Soap, grab that blanket. We’re shutting the door, see if we can keep the smoke out a little longer. Gaz, progress.” Price snaps. It’s clear he’s deeply disturbed by the revelation they just got. Child soldiers are never a good sign. And he’s so close to his heat too. Saint will make sure he apologizes to Kyle later when they are all safe.
“Aye,” replies Soap, moving quickly and tossing John a blanket to stuff under the door.
“Nearly done, Captain. It slowed for a second, but should be fine now,” Kyle hisses in annoyance.
Saint knows it’s just high tensions. He turns his attention to Ghost. Ghost has since pried the window open. It’s a bit small but they all should fit, even if Ghost and Saint have to squeeze a bit. It even seems like Ghost is already starting to secure some lines so they can get down.
“Nice work,” Saint praises. “Get Captain and Soap out. I’ll stay with Gaz until it’s finished.”
Ghost looks like he might hesitate, but then doesn’t. Saint knows he probably went overboard with such a commanding tone but with himself hurt and John basically compromised, he wasn’t taking any fucking chances. Ghost whispers something to Soap, Saint doesn’t quite catch, but whatever it was makes Soap nearly bolt to the window.
Ghost is scarily efficient. Saint may be an alpha, but something about Ghost is just simply different. The younger man starts practically starts stiff arming John. John snarls rounding on Ghost, who doesn’t flinch.
“Hey! Knock it off. You’re compromised, get out. Go with Ghost.” Saint snaps, they don’t have time for this bullshit. John at least has the sense to look sheepish, but only for a second before going out the window quickly followed by Ghost.
“It’s almost done. You go first.” Gaz states.
“Not a chance, I leave after you or not at all.”
“But you’re hurt and carrying a pup, you…”
“I’ll be fine. I can’t let go, Gaz. You didn’t smell her. If I let go, she’ll die.”
“Good job. Go,” Saint orders softly as Gaz ejects the hard drive from the computer.
Saint watches and waits until Gaz is down before extracting himself from the warehouse. Saint uses the Pup’s combat gear to secure her to him. Carefully, Saint lowers the both of them to the ground.
With everyone present and accounted for, they all start making their way to their extraction point. They are all silent, mostly in part to hear any enemy approaches. Except for Saint, who continues to purr quietly. They finally make it to the extraction point where Alex and Farrah await them. They pile into the van silently. Farrah starts to drive back to the landing pad.
“Damn, you are all mostly in one piece so why do you all look like someone died.” Alex tries to crack a joke, but no one reacts to it.
“Ignore that idiot, how’d the mission go? Why do you have a pup?” Farrah asks while gently teasing her mate.
“She’s…the mission went fine. Gaz has the information. Do we know how many enemy casualties there are?” Price answers firmly.
“Because I don’t think a single one of them was an adult.”
“You’re saying you think they’re all—“
“Pups.” Saint cuts Farrah off. “Every soldier in that warehouse was a pup. We didn’t know until she ripped off her helmet and mask to puke. When she gets better and trusts us more, she might divulge information about the base and it’s occupants.”
“She started to distress?” Alex asks curiously.
“Yes, it smelled like rotting flesh. Hence why Saint won’t let her go until she’s stable. Laswell will have balls to bust when we get back.” Price scoffs.
“We all know brainwashed children rarely change their mind about their organizations. She may never divulge anything.” Farrah points out.
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