The story so far:
Kate went stock-still, shocked. The sound of a man opening a door and heading for the stairs woke her up.
“Both of you need to get off the roof, now,” Iris whispered.
“Roger,” Emily whispered, kneeling over an unconscious Jack. Emily slapped her face to wake her with no response. She looked over at the circuit box and couldn’t see anything amiss until she studied the spliced wires. All of them looked fine until she saw two that looked like they had been twisted together manually. Those two were burnt black on the ends.
Emily quickly closed the circuit box and grabbed Jack’s tools. She stopped when she saw Jack’s left hand. It was badly burnt with red welts going up her arm. Emily laid her head on Jack’s chest to check for a heartbeat but stopped when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Without pausing, Emily picked up Jack and hauled her over her shoulder. With a grunt she hurried to the ladder and quickly climbed down.
“What the hell happened?” Kate said, grabbing Jack around the waist, as Emily reached the bottom.
“Electrocuted, I can’t tell if her heart’s beating,” Emily huffed.
“Get in and drive,” Kate ordered, carrying Jack under her arms. “Iris get up front.”
Instead of getting out and going around, Iris climbed into the front seat and was fastening her seat belt as Kate and Jack got in the back. Kate laid Jack across the seat and climbed on top of her, listening for a pulse. Emily threw the car in drive and sped off.
“Iris, look at the video feeds and tell me what you see,” Emily said. Iris picked up the monitor and clicked through the different views of the home.
“Got nothing, the guards are on the roof,” Iris said. She put the console down and reached under her seat for a first aide kit. “Do you have a pulse, Kate?”
“Barely,” Kate said, still listening. Iris calmly pulled out a needle in sterilized packaging.
“You ever see Pulp Fiction?” Iris asked, handing the needle back to Kate.
“One of my favorites,” Kate said, ripping open the paper wrapping. She placed the needle in her teeth while pulling Jack’s shirt down. With one quick movement, she forced the needle into Jack’s chest and pushed the plunger down. Jack’s eyes flew open and she immediately began to push Kate off of her. Kate flew forward and hit Emily who swerved the car.
“Christ!” Kate yelled, pinning the crazed Jack down onto the back seat. “You’re okay! You just got a shot of adrenaline to start your heart back up. You got shocked.”
Jack’s eyes were dilated to near-black but she stopped fighting. Kate pulled back and was shocked to see her hand was covered in blood. She began checking Jack with one hand while the other hand held her down. After a moment Kate found the source of the blood flow; Jack’s left hand.
“I need some gauze!” Kate yelled up to Iris. “Get us to a hospital, Emily.”
“Emily, belay that!” Iris shot back, ripping open a package of gauze with her teeth. “Get to the safe house, I’ll call ahead and get a doctor there.”
“Don’t you **** belay my orders!” Kate yelled, hurriedly wrapping Jack’s hand and holding it up.
“Did you just say ****… twice?” Emily asked from the drivers seat.
“Shut up and drive,” Iris and Kate yelled in unison.
When the team pulled up in front of the safe house Kate leaned over Jack and covered her mouth.
“I know you’re in a lot of pain, Jack, but you have to get into that house without anyone noticing. Can you do that?”
“You’re not going to fight me off and try to run for it, right?”
Jack shook her head.
“Okay, then, I’m going to get out and you’re going to lean on me to get into the flat. Let’s go.”
Iris and Emily got out and opened the back door. Kate got out and grabbed Jack’s right hand, pulling her out. She draped the arm over her shoulders and quickly followed Emily and Iris into the house. Jack whimpered into Kate’s shoulder as they walked but stayed silent until the front door shut behind them. Then she crumbled to the ground and yelled in pain, holding her left hand.
“What happened?” Sam yelled, following a middle-aged man with glasses.
“She was electrocuted when she finished the splice; it burned the **** out of her hand and it nearly stopped her heart. We gave her a shot of adrenaline on the way here and wrapped the hand but it’s still bleeding,” Emily said.
“Get her on the kitchen table,” the middle aged man said. “I’m Dr. Greek, by the way.”
“Pleasure,” Kate grunted while grabbing Jack under the arms. “Em, get her feet, Iris, make sure the table is clear and get some lights on.”
Iris sprinted out in front of the three, clearing the way. Fran jumped up from the table with her drink.
“What in the bloody hell happened?” Fran asked.
“Later,” Iris said, flipping on every light switch she could find. Jack continued to yell as Kate and Emily carried her into the room and placed her on the large wooden table. Dr. Greek followed with his black medical bag.
“What’s the patient’s name?” he asked. Kate glanced at Fran for assurance about the doctor. Fran nodded.
“Her name is Jack,” Kate said.
“Interesting choice for a girl, Jack, were your parents hoping for a boy?” the doctor asked conversationally while he opened his bag.
“No, it’s short for Jacquelyn,” Jack said through gritted teeth.
“Ah, a lovely name. Well, let’s see what we have here, Jack. It seems you have been electrocuted. Thanks to your friends here, you are going to live, but I need to clean this burn on your hand. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt, Jack, but I can’t give you any pain killers.”
“Why not?” Kate asked, alarmed.
“Because you just gave her a shot of adrenaline and her heart might explode if I try to give her anything else,” the doctor shrugged. He glanced around at the three of the team members left standing. “Who’s the strongest?”
“I am,” Kate said.
“I need you to hold her left arm down. You, ginger, you keep the rest of her still, and you,” the doctor paused to point to Iris, “You keep her focused.”
“On what?” Iris asked.
“Anything other than what’s happening to her,” Dr. Greek replied. “Okay, Jack, you ready?”
Jack shook her head no, biting her bottom lip until it bled.
“Yes you are,” Dr. Greek smiled. “Here, sit in this nice chair here, okay?” Jack slid off of the table on wobbly legs and settled into the wooden chair. Emily stepped up behind her. “Now put your left hand on the table, that’s it.” Dr. Greek quickly unwrapped the gauze and studied the bloody burns. “It seems that the initial shock went deep and when you instinctually wrenched back your hand got cut. I’m going to scrape away the burned skin and stitch up the cut. It’s very important that you stay as still as you can during this so I don’t have to start over, do you understand?”
“Okay, lay your hand down,” Dr. Greek said, pushing Jack’s hand flat on the surface. “Your friends are here to help you, Jack, try not to fight them.” Dr. Greek motioned for Kate to step forward and grip Jack’s wrist. Emily moved forward and wrapped her arms around Jack’s shoulders, holding her to the back of the chair. “Here we go.”
Dr. Greek squirted some antiseptic on Jack’s wound, causing her to howl in pain. She tried to wrench her hand back but Kate held it fast.
“Stop fighting,” Kate groaned, using all of her strength to keep Jack’s hand still as Dr. Greek began to scrape off dead skin. Jack yelled again. Iris moved forward and placed both of her hands on either side of Jack’s face.
“Tell me about the MIT building, Jack.”