She spared a moment to smile, however raggedly, back at Sam.
"Fucking shit for brains," she sighed, Russian rolling elegantly off her tongue, "no keys." She dug what looked like a cold war era PDA out of the dead Australian's pocket and started pulling it apart. After a few seconds she crouched over to the bars of Yorick's cell and handed him slender metal pieces of wiring and antennae.
"You are pick locks now," she told him, already moving back to check the ammo clips in the guns she'd lifted off the fallen insurgents, and pass two of them through the bars to Sam.
"We are leaving."
Yorick nodded, grasping the metal pieces eagerly and reaching around the door. Natalya slipped an automatic weapon off her shoulder and knelt beside the chair in the center of the hallway, keeping it aimed at the far end. Yorick shoved the door open and moved immediately to Sam's door, working feverishly at the lock. Natalya didn't move. The lock clicked and sprang and Yorick stood back, pulling it open. Natalya, still crouched, darted forward to the next cell, shoving a gun through the bars and staying in front of Yorick.
"We are protect Yorick," she told Sam, "get everyone out. They will be come, we will stop thems, then go to roof for pick up." An insurgent came around the corner, calling out a question, and stopped short. Natalya pulled up her sidearm and shot him in the throat from an uncanny distance, given that it was a pistol. He fell gurgling.
"Here they are come," she said, and looked over at Sam. She flashed him a small, tight smile.
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"Fucking shit for brains," she sighed, Russian rolling elegantly off her tongue, "no keys." She dug what looked like a cold war era PDA out of the dead Australian's pocket and started pulling it apart. After a few seconds she crouched over to the bars of Yorick's cell and handed him slender metal pieces of wiring and antennae.
"You are pick locks now," she told him, already moving back to check the ammo clips in the guns she'd lifted off the fallen insurgents, and pass two of them through the bars to Sam.
"We are leaving."
Yorick nodded, grasping the metal pieces eagerly and reaching around the door. Natalya slipped an automatic weapon off her shoulder and knelt beside the chair in the center of the hallway, keeping it aimed at the far end. Yorick shoved the door open and moved immediately to Sam's door, working feverishly at the lock. Natalya didn't move. The lock clicked and sprang and Yorick stood back, pulling it open. Natalya, still crouched, darted forward to the next cell, shoving a gun through the bars and staying in front of Yorick.
"We are protect Yorick," she told Sam, "get everyone out. They will be come, we will stop thems, then go to roof for pick up." An insurgent came around the corner, calling out a question, and stopped short. Natalya pulled up her sidearm and shot him in the throat from an uncanny distance, given that it was a pistol. He fell gurgling.
"Here they are come," she said, and looked over at Sam. She flashed him a small, tight smile.
"Let's do this."