It had taken more time then she wanted too, she had just ripped a piece of her dirty shirt and wrapped it around here lower right leg, and tied it tight, to stop the bleeding.
Good thing Jessica could tell me what to do in these types of problems. She thought to herself. She took a few steps then grimaced. A cell rang, she grabbed it quickly, looked who it was an answered.
“I know, I know, but you have to come to the warehouse, now!” A male voice called.
“Ok, I could use Jessica’s assistance anyway, but you are gonna need to pick me up, they’ve gotten better shooters,” she replied.
There was a long silence on the other end, “Ok, Jackson’s gonna pick you up.”
About 30 minuets a black government vehicle stopped in front of her, she started to run when a voice called to her, “Natasha, its me Jackson! Come one, Walt, is waiting… it sounds important.” She ran in.
“May I ask why are we in a government vehicle?” She asked. He just smiled. Jackson is the type who finds a joke or game in everything, often getting in trouble with Walt for.
“Well,” he began, “We’ve got a job! We work for Homeland.” He could see her face, he flinched, then she began to laugh.
“Hey guys!” She called.
They all looked up from what they were doing. “Wow… you look like crap,” Jessica said looking her over.
“Yay, I missed you to Jessica,” she replied. She looked at Walt. “So what’s so important?”
They all just stared at her with faces of worry. She was getting annoyed.
“Walt? Is she here yet?” A voice she didn’t know called down from the upper floor.
“Yes, she’s here!” Walt called back. She looked at Jackson, he just stood there, whispering something to the other member of the group, Sal. The man came do the stairs, and Natasha recognized him automatically, she took a step back.
“What is he doing here?” She asked.