Rae looked back and forth between the bleeding Jackal and confused Marie. Okay... what the hell did I just walk in on? Taking a quick breath, he looked away from Jackal's blood on the ground and swiftly made his way to Marie. "You alright?" he whispered softly to her. "I'm sorry I was late."

He knelt down next to Marie's wheelchair. "I'm not quite sure what's going on, but you don't really look comfortable here..." He held out his hand. "Should we move...?"

Rae sneaked a glance at the Jackal. Then he nodded to the Doctor. "Hey doc! Is he going to be okay? What's up with him?"

Marie was relieved when Rae came over to her, getting close to her to whisper in her ear. Her feeling of safety came back a bit and her eyes snapped to his.

"You alright? I'm sorry I was late." Marie needed to hear no more, but she let him continue. She would gladly take him up on any offer to get her out of here. Even if it meant she had to walk on her injured foot. "I'm not quite sure what's going on, but you don't really look comfortable here...Should we move?" he asked whilst holding out his hand.

Marie blushed but grabbed his hand readily, nodding her head several time quickly. She felt like a little child again. "Please, get me out of here," she said, staying close to him while she looked over at Jack again.

Poor guy... she absently thought.

Rae's attention snapped back to Marie. He smiled gently at her. "Of course," he whispered.

He held her close to himself for a second before lifting her easily and carrying her out of the room. What did Jackal do to her? Dammit! When I said I wouldn't mind seeing him, I didn't mean this soon!

Rae placed her gently down on a nearby bench. "Did he do anything to you? He didn't try to shoot you or something, right?"

Marie adjusted herself carefully on the bench. She pulled Rae beside her and leaned against him. She was having trouble staying upright, but that wasn't the only reason she'd leaned against him. He felt warm and comforting, helping to ease her shock and fear. Of course, she'd been held at gunpoint, facing death, but that wasn't what shook her. The Jackal's little fit back in the room had scared her. She was an assassin who wasn't scared of nearly anything; the fact that she was scared now meant something.

"No, he held me at gunpoint, but he didn't do anything. I...I just need a minute, okay? He scared me and that's not something I'm used to feeling." She felt she was going to cry, but she wouldn't let that happen. Something about this Jackal character didn't seem right. She shouldn't be so scared that she felt like crying. Hell, she was an assassin! Their tear ducts were supposed to be dry like the desert!

Marie layed her head on Rae's shoulder, taking in all his warmth and trying to calm herself. It felt good to be sitting like that with Rae, especially with him still shirtless. She knew it was unprofessional, but she didn't care. She needed him and couldn't help that. Miss Murder could read her their rules of conduct at her all day, but this moment was all she needed: a strong man to comfort her in her weakest moment.

Rae brought his arms around Marie, gently stroking her hair. "I'm sure," he whispered to her softly. Of course, even the best must be scared of death... that Jackal... what's wrong with him? And why was he bleeding anyways? But... it looked almost like he was reacting to something I did.... nah, most likely something Marie said to him before I came in. That'd make more sense.

"Don't worry about it," he continued. "He's probably going to be okay. And I'm sure he wouldn't have been able to kill you with the gun anyways. You're in a hospital, remember?" He tried his best to smile. Of course, at that distance, I doubt he'd have missed, though. Even if he did, he'd have done so on purpose so that she'd bleed to death. Most likely, that Doctor Mason would've made certain of it. Bastard.

Marie sank into Rae's arms, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever. He just made her feel safe and protected. It was like his arms created a great fortress around her.

"I'm sure," he whispered.

Marie couldn't get the images of the Jackal bleeding and that Dr. Mason. Dr. Mason had just freaked her out. He'd done nothing but stare at her, letting the piece of glass stay embedded in the bottom of her foot. Hopefully, a nurse would notice and actually help her, though the blood was drying now.

"Don't worry about it. He's probably going to be okay. And I'm sure he wouldn't have been able to kill you with the gun anyways," Rae continued.

Sure he would've. Until he broke down, I was sure he would.

Marie sniffled quietly, snuggling into Rae's chest. "It's not that I was held at gunpoint. That's not what scared me." She turned her head up to look in his deep, comforting eyes. "It was his break down. I've never...never seen something like that before." She layed her head back down and let a single tear escape her eyes. It landed on Rae's leg. Marie wiped it away gently, sniffling again. "Sorry..." she mumbled.

"Hey, better my pants than my chest. Do you know how uncomfortable it is hugging a wet chest?" Rae joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

Meanwhile, his mind was in overdrive, trying to piece this out. So she's never seen someone break-down before? Whoa. Guess she didn't live in the streets. I guess I should at least try to comfort her? Well, my ex liked talking about herself, but that's not really an assassin thing to talk about...

"It might be better for you if you tell me what happened," he suggested softly. "But then again, I'll understand if you don't want to," he spoke fast here, not wishing to offend her. "I guess it's pretty traumatic to see for the first time, eh? You know, you must've been pretty lucky not to have met people like that before...." he stopped himself before he asked the ultimate question. That wasn't fair. He was taking an advantage of her! He couldn't do that, at least not to Marie! "Never mind I said that."

Marie huffed a little at Rae's attempt to cheer her up. He was right about it being uncomfortable to hug a wet chest. Wait, how did he know? Marie pushed that from her mind as he talked to her.

"It might be better for you if you tell me me what happened. But then again, I'll understand if you don't want to," Rae said, his speech speeding up. "I guess it's pretty traumatic to see for the first time, eh? You know, you must've been pretty lucky not to have met people like that before....Never mind I said that."

Marie stopped her crying, finally, and began playing with her fingers. What she was about to tell him was personal and had been kept hidden forever, even from her adoptive parents.

"I have to tell you this, Rae. When I was a young girl, my father was shipped off to fight in the one of the many secret battles this country has. It wasn't on the news or anything, hence it's secrecy. Well, my father, he..." she sniffled at the memory, "he died in action. I was only two. I was more mature than most two year olds, though, so I understood a lot more. I watched my father leave one night, and he promised to come back with a big present for me." Images flashed into Marie's head as she spoke. "He gave me a hug and a kiss, then left. Two weeks later, my mother gets a letter. She starts crying and when I ask her what's wrong, she says, 'Marie, Daddy won't be coming home.' I didn't quite understand. Every night I would lie awake in my bed, listening for the door. One night, I heard my mom crying in the bathroom. Suddenly, she stopped. I decided to go see why, being the ever curious two year old, but what I saw terrified me. My mother was standing in front of the mirror, a knife to her neck, blood dripping down slowly. The knife fell to the ground and so did my mother. She looked me in the eyes one last time. Her expression wasn't sad, tormented, or horrified, yet it was happy. This was eight days after the news came about my young father." She paused for a minute. "That's why what I saw back there scared me. I'm not afraid of dying, you know. I had never seen anything like the blood flowing out of people's eyes before. That was like watching my mother's death all over again, but scarier. That, Rae, is what scared me."

Jack looked over at Doctor Mason and wondered what he was thinking about. "That's the worst one so far, I've never bled out of my eyes before it was pretty....well you know....." Doctor Mason looked at him fearfully. 2Jack......You only have a few weeks or even days to live, he's here in the city and he's tracking you right now......" Jack threw the mask of and shot a glance out of the window. "Fu-!" Doctor Mason's head blew into little giblets as Jack dived to the floor. He grabbed his gun and crept over to the door, opened it and saw the two people outside. He stood up forgetting about the sniper. "Run! Go now Run!" He shouted before taking a bullet in the arm. "shit you bastard!" He shouted before squeezing off a few bullets in his direction and running for it.

(Dun dun duuuuun!)

Razer had got away from the cops. slamming his stolen patrol car in a alley, then blowing it behind him had given him enough time to change clothes and wander off. No one would guess that he was the one who had caused huge road accidents and killed a bunch of cops.

He headed for an building, not noticing what it was until he was inside the hospital lobby, he walked over and sat on a bench on against a wall. Again he brought out his mobile and rung his contact. He didn't even know his, or her name. The first he was met with a dialling tone for less then a minute.
He swore under his breath. Then whispered to himself "Pick up this time".

Rae blinked, completely taken back at the confession. Ach! What am I supposed to do? How do you respond to something like that? I figured she had some bad things happen, since she's an assassin and all, but... damn! I would've never been able to deal with something like that. I would've... He gulped carefully, trying not to imagine the blood. Damn, now is not the time to get sick...

"Run! Go now Run! the Jackal exclaimed before shouting a curse word and shooting his gun. Rae raised a brow. Wait... what? When Jackal began running the other way, Rae looked over to see who he was running from.

"You have got to be-!?" He quickly pulled himself back and tugged at Marie's hand. "C'mon, they might kill us for knowing that guy. Let's follow him. He should at least be able to tell us what's going on!"

Marie watied eargerly for a wave comfort to flow over her, though it never did, but was interrupted by the Jackal screaming at them. Rae got up and tugged at her hand. He expected her to follow him. She pushed all other emotions and every single memory from her mind for the time being. Suddenly, she felt the pain shoot up her leg as she moved it.

"Rae, I can't!" she said, pointing at her foot. She was desperate - she'd been situations like this before - but she'd always been able to run to cover on her own. Now, she couldn't. Marie felt helpless and like a burden.

As she waited for Rae's help, she made a mental note to apologize to him for unloading her childhood horror on him. Nurses and doctors and patients were scrambling all over the place in a terrified mess. Papers flew from desks and some of the slower patients were injured or shot through with the flying bullets that whipped by. Rae and Marie weren't too far from being hit, but they were far enough...for now.

Rae grabbed Marie as gently as he could without losing speed. "Don't worry," he whispered softly to her. "I'll be your legs." Although, the problem is... for how long?

He ran, trying not to run into the mess that the members of the staff were becoming. There's got to be a faster way! Elevator's out of the question. And the stairway is probably just as dangerous.... Then what?! He turned into a room and placed Marie on one of the empty beds. He then turned to another women nearby. "Please excuse me," he said while taking out the women's name card and information and putting it on Marie's bed.

"This should at least be enough to distract the shooters. My shooting bag's not here, but I have couple of my bombs with me," he explained to Marie. He gave her one of his flashdrives. "This one here, if you open the cap, it'll go off. This'll at least by you some time. I'm going to figure something out about that Jackal... You'll be okay?"

Without really waiting for an answer, Rae ran to the door. He paused. "And just so you know, I think you were really brave for sticking up against the Jackal." This time, Rae turned and gave her a bright smile. "You'll be fine." He left the room. At least, I hope so.

Marie threw her arms around Rae's neck when he picked her up and ran to an empty room, placing her on a bed. He grabbed a woman's name tag, Marie assumed she was a nurse, and placed on it on her bed. She sat up on her elbow, her foot throbbing, and the tears in her skin burning as the blood dried on them. She was confused at what he was doing, but listened carefully.

"This should at least be enough to distract the shooters. My shooting bag's not here, but I have a couple of my bombs with me." Marie absently wondered how he got those past security, but quickly turned her attention back to him. "This one here," he continued pulling one out to give to her, "if you open the cap, it'll go off. This'll at least buy you some time. I'm going to figure something out about that Jackal...You'll be okay?"

She grasped the bomb, but couldn't bring herself to answer. She didn't want him to leave her. She felt like a helpless child with all her injuries; she felt useless. Before she could answer, he was in the doorway. He turned back with a bright smile. "And just so you know, I think you were really brave for sticking up against the Jackal. You'll be fine." And then he was gone.

Marie felt alone, scared, and in danger. What if Rae got injured or died? What then? She started having a mental break down but tried to keep her cool. Placing angry memories and determined thoughts in her head, she became serious. Clutching the bomb, she sat up on the bed. The bed was on wheels so she pushed with all her might against the wall. The bed went rolling forward slowly. It was now placing her behind a wall, the foot of the bed barely visible. If anyone were to walk in, she'd know they were there before they knew she was.

Silently, she prayed for Rae's safety and the Jackal's. She couldn't bring herself to wish death upon the horrible man that'd held her at gunpoint - it seemed to brutal and unfair. She clutched the bomb harder when she was done and rested her back against the wall, watching the open space in the room for shadows. Hopefully, Rae wouldn't walk in without letting her know it was him first...

Razer started to the sound of gunfire from higher up. Shoving his still ringing mobile into his pocket, he leap up and ran to the staircase. Pounding up towards the action as screaming paitents, doctors and nurses fled past him in the opposite direction. Finally he reached the level which was the hotpoint of activity.
He saw bodies on the floor, and swore, thinking what kind of sick person attacked a hospital and kill helpless innocents. Already the floor was mostly deserted although he noticed a man leaving a ward and ran over. Wondering as to why the man hadn't fled already or wasn't trying to.
He grabbed Rae by the shirt, roughly pulling him over "What the hell is happening here!?" he asked, none too kindly.

"That's my question!" Rae growled.

He quickly pushed himself and the other one to the ground, in case any other gunfire could reach them. "And as you can see, we're being attacked. How the hell am I supposed to know anymore than you?"

He flinched at the sight of a nurse being shot down. Don't look at the blood, don't think about it. Don't... Rae looked away and took a deep breath. Oh yeah, because that's smart. Breath in air filled with the scent of blood, because that obviously won't make me sick... He looked back at Razer. "Who the hell are you, anyways?"

Razer shoved Rae off him, standing up and moving further into a hall way where he couldn't be hit. "Because you've been up here longer then me, and your not screaming and running for your life like everyone else here!" he yelled over the sound of gunfire.

He noticed Rae flinch and followed the man's gaze to see the recently dead nurse. He tensed up, ready to reach for his shot gun concealed under his jacket. He look back at the obviously squemish Rae, "Call me Razer" he replied "But that was a wasted question here and now. What are you doing up here?" He glanced as far he could see where the bullets were coming from. "They coming for you?" He asked, doubtful that anyone would want to kill this stomachless whimp.

Rae rolled close to a wall, trying not to meet any blood on the way. He made it with minor blood splashes, but now was at a position where he couldn't be seen through the window. He glanced up at Razer's first question. "I'm here because a friend of mine's injured," he answered curtly. "You?"

When he heard the second question, Rae grimaced at the remembrance. "Thankfully no," He answered. "If they were, they'd have gotten me over a million times."

He slowly stood, still keeping low to the ground. It'd suck if after all that, I got hit by a stray bullet... "My guess is that they're after this guy named Jackal... you'll know him when you see him. He's just... that sort of person."

Rae stepped over a corpse, trying hard not to think about what he was doing. This is why being a sniper is good. I'm away from the bodies! He stayed close to the wall, and continued to walk. "I'm going to go look for him now. If there's anyone with answers, it's most likely him..."

"Me? Because I want take down the bastards who would shoot up a hospital" Razer replied, face hard. "Jackel, huh?" The name sounded familiar, an codename possibly. Razer withdrew his shotgun from under his brown jacket and set off after Rae. "I'll come with you, you don't look like you can handle yourself" Razer stated.
"You know this guy personally?"

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm the Black-" Rae quickly shut himself up and threw himself to the ground at the sound of more bullets. Stupid! You don't just give out your assassin name like that! "I mean, I can take care of myself very well, thank you very much!"

"You know this guy personally?"

Rae snorted. "No. But I know that he's a bastard. The stupid kid nearly ruined my life." Wait, just how much should I even tell this guy? Should I even trust this guy? The last time I trusted someone... well, let's just point to Jackal for now. "He was running this way before..." He mumbled, turning.

He tripped over a body, landing headfirst on the cold, blood-soaked ground. Rae quickly pulled himself up. "Ugh!" he exclaimed. "That's disgusting!"

He spat out to the ground, trying also to fight the bile from rising from his throat. I hated hospitals before, but this is taking it too far! "Razer, maybe you were right. I don't think I can handle myself here, either."

With that said, he puked.