Atlas pressed his digits further into his comm piece to hear Gale over the odd static that was rolling through the dedicated line. Nothing was supposed to be giving interference. “Understood,” he remarked calmly and altered his trajectory. If they could secure Dr. Fleche there would be minor concern on who they opened fire on in the warehouse. The terrorists would lose their bargaining chip, and it should be a painfully quick mission. Yet there was something that didn’t sit quite right with Atlas. “Agent Cross are we supposed to be getting any interference? I’m catching moments of static. These are dedicated lines- nothing should be able to jam our line unless they know the frequency. Right?” He was far from a technology expert, but he did remember a few things that had been explicitly drilled into his head from Signet. “They would only be hurting themselves in they spam jammed the comm units.” That second part was more or less a mental reminder to himself than an informative statement to Gale- she was probably very well aware of what it would do.
Gabriel popped in momentarily to offer a plan to Atlas- one that would hopefully give him a window to Dr. Fleche. “Sounds good. I’ll be at the ready.” Of course that involved him having the good doctor on standby- which inevitably meant that he needed to make contact with the other man. Atlas approached the other’s position. He was able to hear them before he saw the man. Slowly he slid down the corridor, and padded his steps all the while so wasn’t detected. When he managed to make eye contact with Dr. Fleche he brought a finger up to his lips in the universal ‘shh’ motion. The man just stared at Atlas wide-eyed almost as if he was attempting to communicate a thought without words or gestures. That pale gray eye implored Dr. Fleche to expand on the terror in his eyes, but there was only a stunned rigidity to his face.
“Gabriel,” Atlas stated in a husky low voice. He hated to be so informal, but he was quite literally in a jam here. Yet as he was greeted with nothing but silence he had to decide what to do. ‘Not a very brilliant A-Team moment right now.’ He thought somewhat stormily. That gray eye of his pressed against Dr. Fleche once again but the man just stood there. It wasn’t as if he was being uncooperative- it was more so as if he had a gun to his head.
And that is when Atlas saw it. Of course the doctor’s captor was more interested in what the others were doing, but the agent had no doubt that he was a mere muscle spasm away from pressing down on the trigger and blowing a hole through Dr. Fleche’s head. Atlas knew he couldn’t fire at the man for fear of hitting Dr. Fleche, and he couldn’t approach them more closely for fear of the man using the doctor as a meat shield. While the mission had stated that the doctor’s life was more or less expendable- Atlas at least wanted to offer somewhat of a decent attempt.
Atlas grabbed his gun and whipped it forward. In a brash move he yelled: “duck.” And the doctor did so. His intended captor jerked his head around in enough time to get a bullet between his eyes. Of course this unfortunately alerted those at the computer. The doctor managed to crawl briskly over to Atlas where he pointed behind him. “The way is clear behind me. Hurry outside- we should have a Signet member waiting for you.” It was then he pressed his hand into his earpiece as he took cover. “Dr. Fleche is headed your way Agent Cross, but I may have alerted them to my presence. I’m going to try to take them down as quick as possible, but backup would be much appreciated.” There was another squeal in his earpiece and he hoped that someone got that message.