Whumpril 2026 Day 15: First Aid Kit (Caius)
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This is a bit of Caius' backstory from before Y/N comes into the picture. Some parts of this might not make sense now, but they will later.
Chase clutched his arm as tightly as he dared, but blood still seeped between his fingers. He was almost out of bullets. This had gotten messy fast. It was supposed to be the most basic of missions. Heck, someone in Archives should’ve been able to do it. Yet here he was, two teammates down and an extraction team still too far away.
He could feel his head growing lighter with every second. He dared to pull his hand away, which just made the wound gush. He gritted his teeth and rose to his feet. He bolted through the mansion. The charges he set blinked red as he passed them. They were going to detonate in five minutes. That would’ve been ample time to get out, but no, he just had to get shot first, didn’t he?
He reached his point of entry and groaned. It would serve as the perfect exit point for someone with two working limbs. He once more pulled his hand from the wound and fumbled in his pocket. Found it.
He jammed the needle into his leg and pressed down on the depressor. He cried out and panted while the synthetic adrenaline flooded his system. He pulled himself up the window ledge and tumbled out the other side. His arm screamed at him to stop; fortunately, the drug dulled the pain soon enough.
He didn’t stop running until he reached the tree line. His knees buckled just as the mansion blew apart into a blaze of stone and marble. One less foreign adversary to worry about.
Beams of harsh, white light cut through the woods, right into Chase’s widened eyes. About time.
The last of the adrenaline fizzled out of his system. He fell flat on his face as a series of footsteps thundered over him. Someone hauled him up, looping his arm over their shoulder. Another agent went to do the same. Chase couldn’t stop the cry that escaped him.
The agent cursed.
“Agent down!” they shouted.
“You seriously couldn’t tell that just by looking at me?” Chase mumbled.
“Get me a medic here now!”
“We’re in the middle of a foreign president’s most secure property, we’re not getting a medical team in here without a fight.”
“Then get us to the medical team,” the agent on his other side ordered.
“Hang in there, Evans,” the older agent said.
“All good,” Chase slurred, “just gonna take five…”
…
Chase screamed himself awake. Several hands held him down against a hard surface. He sucked in sharp, shallow breaths.
“Stay down, Agent,” a medic said.
He chanced a glance at his arm. The bullet had been removed, and the medic had just inserted packing into it with a specialized device. It looked quite similar to a syringe, but instead of a needle on the end, it was a wider tube. It had just sent a bundle of cotton into the hole in his flesh.
“Mission?” Chase mumbled.
“Success,” an agent answered.
“Casualties?”
“Two agents deceased.”
“Civilians?”
“Three injured, one dead.”
“Target?”
“Terminated. All according to plan.”
Chase finally let himself relax. He took a deep breath this time. The medic zipped the first aid kit shut and removed their bloodied gloves. Chase almost drifted off, then nearly bolted upright once more. His colleagues almost failed to hold him down. How could he have forgotten!?
“Any loose ends!?” he panted.
“Sheesh, Evans!”
“Take a minute man!”
“He’s goal-oriented. Always has been,” the oldest agent said, then added, “loose ends have been tied off. Go back to sleep, Agent. You did good.”
Chase nodded. The overhead lights blurred as his vision slid out of focus. He drifted off a moment later.
Foreign news outlets announced their president’s death that morning. Local terrorists were responsible, and a government investigation was already underway. These criminals would be brought to justice, and in the meantime, the United States had generously offered to provide financial assistance during the transition of power that would follow. Religious institutions across the nations mourned the loss of their outspoken leader. The church of Candida Aurum welcomed many new followers seeking comfort in the ensuing tumultuous period.
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