Terrible happend
At 6:30 am two months before the events described machine informed Harold Finch that an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of New York City for some time is a secret base for terrorist groups.
He made contact with agents and reported the coordinates of the object.
- Check immediately - he finished his clear message and hung up.
Thanks to the fastest car, Shaw drove to said Harold place before anyone else, but the analog interface is already stuck there like an eyesore.
- Hey, Root, could, at least bend?
- You know, sweetie, what do you ask for enough, and I will accept any position, what you wish, - with an ambiguous grin immediately responded hacker. Shaw left only to roll her eyes, because Root captures her again, and again she is so stupid caught in a snare.
But the idea that she can put the arrogant hacker in any position, stuck in Shaw in the brain as pain in the ass, and did not want to go out of it.
Because standing a week of heat, which melts the asphalt, Root was wearing only a black shorts and gray T-shirt with short sleeves and V-neck. Therefore, instead of viewing adjacent to the storage area and outline ways of secretive movement, Shaw intently studied hacker endless legs, and the longer she studied it, the less she remembred where and what she is.
And Root, as if on purpose, to defile back and forth as if she is on the podium, but not near the secret terrorist base.
- Root, if you were not shot by a sniper, I swear, I'll do it myself, - Shaw whispered under her breath, feeling boils inside, but she is not certain that it is boil it feeling was anger, not …
Sameen Shaw even myself would never have admitted that it was for the feeling.
Sameen Shaw hadn’t feelings, and proud of it. Sameen Shaw did not know of fear, grief, sadness, resentment, sadness and love. Of all the human senses only the wrath and, to a lesser degree, furious were available for her. Well, sometimes lust.
But that damn hacker ... Harold said that Root easily could hack any absolutely the most secure system that is the best hacker in the world, even better than he, and only he versed in this.
Shaw was not a computer, although some people consider her a robot, but somehow the genius hacker managed to hack her. When Shaw realized that Root breaks her and that she should go all out and stretch at least try not to miss her on to life-support systems, it was too late.
Root has already climbed to under her skin, and pull her out without tearing off skin, it was not possible.
But Shaw is still held, even in thought avoiding the possibility of relations between her and hacker.
No, Sameen Shaw does not enter into a relationship. Sameen Shaw never enter into any damn relationship. Sameen Shaw feels nothing. Sameen Shaw fucks when it will back, a night or two, sometimes even three, if the partner is already very good in the horizontal plane, but then throws their out of her head and out of her memory as old rubbish.
The subsequent train of thought was interrupted by Sameen Shaw that she noticed some movement in the window on the second level and a huge warehouse, the rapid throw shooting down the hacker to the ground and pressed her to the ground.
- What is violence, Sam? You know that you ask enough - quietly groaned Root apparently hit his head in the fall.
- I'm sorry, but I'm tired of you to persuade, my dear, - snapped Shaw.
- If I may, I would like to take the missionary position, suites - turning to face her, intimate voice, more relevant in the bedroom than in a combat zone, whispered Root.
And here there was the most terrible of all the horrible, that only could happen to Sameen Shaw.
Well trained, tempered, trouble-free, perfect body Sameen Shaw betrayed her, coming out from under the control of reason and going directly subordinated to the endocrine system.
Imagination Sameen Shaw jumped smug, like a hacker, a tiny hormones that stuck out her tongue, pulled the nose and bared his teeth in a stupid grin. Sameen Shaw did not lose anyone and never in my life, and certainly she had never experienced such an unbearable shame and humiliation, as a loss in the battle with these invisible, weak and worthless creatures, her own hormones.
Very close, just some inches from her eyes, she saw the color, shape, taste and smell similar to cherry lips damned hacker, and unconsciously and instinctively reached for it with her lips, without thinking that it violates the first, main, and perhaps the only rule her unwritten charter:
1) Never, under any circumstances, no sex with fucking hacker !!! Mortal danger for both !!!
When Root answered her kiss, Shaw seemed that her stomach exploded a small stun grenades, and throbbing pain, hot as hell, sweet as honey, almost instantly spread throughout her body, deprived of reason and faith, but suddenly she heard firm steps, and slightly mocking voice her partner John Rees said quietly:
- I'm sorry, if prevented you guys, but let me remind you that we are here for terrorists, and not in order to watch your erotic entertainment.
- Hey, Urban Legend, you are absolutely sure it is safe - interrupt sex between firecrackers and Looney Tunes? Personally, I would not dare, - grinned detective Fusco, and this remark funny fat man completed the bottomless humiliation of Sameen Shaw.
- I swear, Fusco, if you do not shut up at once, to say the next joke you will have in front of St. Peter - growled menacingly Shaw, rising from the ground and brushing black jeans.
Detective wisely nothing said.
- Sweetie, the knight in shining armor to help the damsel in distress? - A gesture of Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel reaching for Shaw, Root whined petulantly.
Sameen Shaw rolled eyes so that almost saw her brain, but grabbed outstretched hand and a sharp jerk hacker put on feet.
- Given the situation, I propose to separate I and Root are going through the front door, and Shaw Fusco and go through the back door. The building plan on the tablet. Forward.
- And why is that? - Irritated voice rising, asked Shaw.
- Because you're a girl, you may want to poobzhimatsya again at the most inopportune moment, and this will put our operation in jeopardy, - calmly said Reese. - With me Root's for sure not in danger. Like you with Fusco.
- Very funny, - Shaw muttered, but catching Root triumphant look, did not insist on regrouping.
Shaw made her way inside the store unnoticed.
Fusco nozzles loudly somewhere behind her.
Clutching Glock in both hands, carefully listening to the sounds in a huge warehouse and wary glances around, Shaw moved down the narrow aisle between some roomy containers. But so far nothing has not betrayed the presence of a second pair of operatives in the nest of terrorists.
At Shaw was a great plan, and it was to find and kill all the terrorists before they can cause any harm to the mad hacker because she moved quickly and silently as a shadow.
Unfortunately, the same can not be said of the detective Fusco. Because of the heat, he nozzles, as the old faulty vacuum cleaner, and his suit drenched in sweat and published quite a strong odor.
The fact that the terrorists still have not found their Shaw could explain only attribute to God's mercy.
Among the containers originated clearance, and Shaw was as if at the intersection of two roads. She cast a quick look at the attached to the forearm plate with a GPS-navigator to determine her whereabouts, and noticed that the two points designating Root and Reese are about ten yards to the left and in front of her, and the point indicating the detective Fusco, slightly behind and holds five yards behind. Unfortunately, Harold forgot equipped with GPS-navigators terrorists and their location still remains a mystery for Shaw.
The muffled sound of the shot suddenly broke the silence of the warehouse, and the next sound was a low moan hacker.
If Shaw had even a millisecond to think it would not be killed, only wounded sniper, then landing a knife cut the name of Root on his skin as long as he did not die from blood loss. But the time for reflection was not.
Therefore Sameen Shaw turned a gun on the turret, and fired at the sound.
The bullet entered from the Glock just in sight and knocked the eye and brain of the owner of a sniper rifle, standing on the mezzanine. Behind him, in the dim warehouse dimly loomed two more silhouettes.
Sameen Shaw shoots twice more, and the two terrorists, without a sound, crashed down.
Focusing on the navigator, Shaw panic tore where were Root and Reese.
What she saw, finding them confirmed her worst fears. Root was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, and Reese was trying to tie her, but helpless look usually impassive operative Shaw guessed that this is the case, perhaps even worse than she thought.
- Fusco, Reese! You cover the retreat! I am Root! Finch, call the FBI and an ambulance!
Suddenly, ear came the words, spoken alternately different the male, the female voices, and Sho realized that car came out with her on the link:
- Helicopter ambulance is on the way with a team of the best surgeons on board. Try to bring the analog interface to the point ... - Machine called the coordinates of the point and led to the display of the tablet with the already laid the shortest route. - It's coming to a place where helicopter can get. Fusco and Reese go in God mode.
Shaw lifted Root from the floor, tightly hugged her and walked out of the store.
Reese moved in front of her and, obeying the instructions of the machine, destroying terrorists, as if unable to provide shooting for even the slightest resistance targets at a shooting range. Fusco covered the retreat, but its share of fire almost got it: from the view of Machine could not escape no one, but Reese excellently knew his business.
When they emerged from the warehouse, the helicopter has sat down at the meeting. Raised dust they could get into the wound, Root, and, crouching behind some brick wall, covered Sho crazy hacker her body.
And quite unexpectedly for itself he whispered:
- Root, please do not die ... you once again save the world, if you stay alive. Because I will not live in peace, so inept ditched his best creation, but before she die, I'll blow it to hell ... You know, I know how to keep their promises …
She pressed her lips against the cold and pale lips hacker, so not like those hot lips, which she first kissed him half an hour ago, and ran toward the helicopter has sat down, as if the greatest treasure in the world, holding a hacker.
From the helicopter already jumped some people in white with a stretcher at the ready, and ran to meet her.
Shaw gave them Root, and looked around for a few stragglers comrades.
- Reese, it was your idea. Therefore, you has to pray that she’ll survive.
When the surgeon came out of the operating room, Shaw hurriedly jumped up from her seat in the waiting room and looked expectantly at him.
He sheepishly looked away and shrugged.
- We did everything that was humanly possible. She is still alive ... But now everything depends entirely on the will of God.
- Can I see her?
- I'm afraid you can’t. Any excitement may kill her.
- I'm just going to sit next to her ... I will not even touch it ... For me it is very important, Doc. I myself worked as a doctor for a while ... I know all the rules. But I also know that all of the rules, there are exceptions.
The surgeon looked at her thoughtfully and with a heavy sigh and nodded.
- Good. Change clothes.
Sameen Shaw looked at the displayed Root’s vital signs.
It was bad.
Her cheerful crazy is dying.
For a good doctor, what was Sameen Shaw, it was clear as day.
- Listen to me. I know you can still hear me ... I'm sorry for his obstinacy ... I can not imagine how I would live in a world in which there is no you. Most likely, I will not ... I do not want to die alone ... I'll take the world with them ... However, you can still save him ... If you stay alive ... I swear, if you stay alive, I will not tear with you the whole day …
Ember sound cardiograph suddenly accelerated.
Not believing her ears, Sameen Shaw looked at the display.
Hearing it did not disappoint. Pulse Root really leveled and almost close to normal as pressure.
Root slightly opened her left eye and a barely audible whisper bloodless lips:
- I know that Sameen Shaw always keeps his promise ... I remain …