DARKNESS. VERY DARK. A deep blackness was all Leone could see when he woke up, his pupils trying at all costs to adapt to the lack of light. A sharp pain was bothering him in his abdomen, near his waist, and he couldn't figure out what it was. But that was less important than knowing where Katherine was. He tried to stammer out a call, but he couldn't, he didn't have the strength to speak.
All he could hear was the sound of flames and, sometimes, the grinding of metal, in a very muffled sound, as if his eardrums had a lot of cotton in them. A thin buzzing sound also interfered with his hearing.
Suddenly, he noticed something running down his chest, a warm liquid. He was startled by it, because the smell of blood was strong.
Who would it be?
Katy?
Little by little he began to see things, still vague, but he felt that his pupils were having trouble adapting to the shadows. In the background, he saw a very weak light flickering, like sparks from a bare wire. Little by little, the vague things began to take shape, creating slightly saturated tones, weak colors, and when he realized it, he was in front of the face of the last agent who had accompanied them; in fact, he was under the man's corpse.
With his eyes wide open and his mouth open, the dead man's terrified expression did not convey any sign of good news. His suffering body was what spilled blood onto Leone's chest.
He began to grope, as it was the only thing he could do at that moment. He put his arm around the dead man to try to push him away and get away from him, and that was how he realized the cause of his death. There was metal digging into his back, twisted metal had pierced him and would almost have reached Leone's chest, had it not been for his unfortunate presence in front of him.
Thanks, man.
After a few attempts, he managed to drag himself to the side, freeing himself from the corpse. He realized he was no longer in the cabin when he felt the metal bar that formed the track. If he had touched the wrong track, he would be dead now, many amps later. Carefully, he regained his balance until he was able to stand up. There was a lot of metal around and everything was dangerous. His abdomen hurt terribly with every movement he made as he stood up.
So that's it, we've gone off the rails...
When he stood up straight, a pain so strong took hold of his abdomen that he almost fell over again. He felt his belly and looked around until he noticed a twisted piece of iron stuck in his side, at the level of the external oblique. Luckily, it wasn't that serious; his pistol stopped the iron from going in any further, but it was causing him a lot of pain.
He took a few steps forward, looking for Katherine. He was very worried about her, but he didn't have the strength to do anything more than that. Because he was more adapted to the darkness, he could now see his surroundings better and located the subway car. He walked towards it with slow steps and saw that there wasn't much left of the front of the vehicle, but there could be someone among the wreckage.
— Katy! — He called, trying to shout, but his voice could barely come out. — Katy! — he repeated.
With his great effort, he pulled some metal and managed to enter the cabin, there she was. Motionless, her corpse rested on a metal plate that had previously been a wall of the cabin. On his knees, he turned her face towards him and did not notice her breathing. Already in tears, he squeezed her wrist to make sure she was gone.
There was still a pulse!
Desperately, he tried to revive her. He forced her to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and did everything he could to wake her up.
Damn classes, because I didn't attend...
Even with his inability to help her, after a sudden sigh, she woke up.
— Tommy... — he forced out, coughing, even before opening his eyes.
— Katy! I thought I had...
— What a pain, Tommy!
It was then that he saw her arm. She was trapped by her right arm, a metal had pierced it. He put one hand on her arm and with the other held the metal...
I have to get her out of there as quickly as possible.
— Hold on a little longer, love. It's going to hurt more, okay?
— No Tommy, don't...
A tug, that's what he gave.
A sharp and quick pain is better than any prolonged pain... — he thought.
With a sharp scream and tears springing from her eyes, she turned to the side, but he pulled her to him and hugged her. The blood on her arm mixed with the blood of the dead agent on Tommy Leone's chest.
— Okay, love, I'll get you out of here.
The wound in his side hurt more than ever, but he had to carry her, get her out of the wreckage and put her in a safer place. He couldn't see where the next station would be, there were only tracks ahead and destruction behind. It felt like hell. When he could no longer carry her, he laid her in a corner and sat down next to her. He wondered how he would have the strength to pull that metal out of him. When it comes to his own body, the pain ends up taking away his strength to finish the job. It's not a weakness, but a natural setback of being human.
The minutes were passing and no solution came to mind. Katherine also needed attention, she was losing a lot of blood and that was risky. He looked at the long sleeve of his dress shirt and, taking advantage of a tear that had already appeared during the accident, pulled it open and ripped it off of him. He wrapped his wife's injured arm tightly to try to stop the bleeding and leaned back against the side of the tunnel because of the pain.
The lack of options irritated him, although his sense of humor was inexplicably adaptable to almost any situation, seeing his wife suffer and not finding a solution was certainly the exact limit for his state of mind. However, before his irritation turned into despair, he saw a silhouette walking towards him. He soon realized that it was Floyd Kenagan leaning on Gregory Evans.
—Are you still alive? — asked the inspector general when he saw him.
— Not a lot.
— Can you walk?
— I think so.
— Then I need you to come with me, the President is at even greater risk.