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"Manners," he replies, pulling off his outer shirt and ripping it into strips. "I'm going to pretend that was the torture talking and not add to your injuries."
Jake wraps some of the former shirt around a few of the larger cuts, before searching around for some sticks long enough to brace that rather ugly looking ankle with. He finds three or four that are serviceable, and binds two of them to Kinney's leg just tight enough to hold them there.
"You let them brand you? I thought you had higher standards. Bite this," Jake adds, handing his partner a shorter stick. Then he quickly sets up a traction bind, wrapping another length of cloth around Daniel's upper ankle.
"This is going to hurt," is all Jake says before he starts twisting to extend Daniel's ankle and reset the bones.
Daniel just grins cheekily at him. "You know I've never been one for manners, old sport, and I barely felt it anyway." Thaaaat's about a second before there's a stick practically shoved into his mouth. He's about to make a joke about how that's pretty kinky (around the stick), before--
"Aaaakgh!"
He fixes his partner with a wounded look of deep and utter betrayal, sweating bullets.
"Old," he says when he can finally speak again. Jake is five years his senior, and he's never going to let that rest. (Except when it doesn't benefit him to bring it up.) "Yeah, I can walk." And now that he's said that, he's going to walk on that ankle if it kills him.
"And incorrect. I ended up a guest of our gracious hosts for reasons unrelated. Speaking of which..." He glances around. "Do you have the faintest clue where in fuck-all we are? Because this, this does not look like Chechnya."
"Good, because if I had to carry you I'd make them change your codename to 'princess'." Metcalfe wraps an arm underneath Kinney's shoulders and hauls him upright as gently as possible - from the way Daniel is breathing he's probably got a few broken ribs - with his gun in the other hand.
And then he pauses, because Daniel is right. This doesn't look like Chechnya, or anywhere else Jake is familiar with, and he doesn't know where to go next.
"I was wondering that myself. It was night about half an hour ago, and I definitely wasn't close enough to get to you on foot." Regardless, they're in some kind of city, so more than likely there's a doctor he can shove currency at. Jake starts moving towards what's probably the city's center. "Do you remember how you got here?"
Kinney shakes his head, ignoring the wave of dizziness that sweeps through him. "No idea. Thought I was delirious at the time. Matter of fact, still do. 'Cause there's no way this can be real. I am probably high off my ass on Amytals and dreaming all of this. Though usually my dreams don't do such horrible things to my ankles."
At least his captors hadn't cut out his tongue. Thank God for small favors, right? Ha ha ha...
"How did you get here? Wait, doesn't matter, I'm high as dicks and hallucinating. You could tell me you used Mary Poppins' magic umbrella and I'd accept it."
"I used Mary Poppins' magic umbrella," Jake grunts as he keeps Daniel upright. "But you're not dreaming. Unless we're both dreaming the same dream, and I'm pretty sure that's against company policy."
The architecture around here is really strange - very thematic and unlike anything Jake has seen before. The air smells vaguely salty, as if they're close to the ocean.
"You don't think there was another op...?" It sounds ridiculous as he's saying it. "I can usually tell when I've been drugged. It's a lot more fun that dragging your sorry ass around."
"Knew it," Daniel mumbles to himself. "Of course, I could just be dreaming that you're saying that. Brains are weird."
Okay, he's still a little high.
"I'll have you know that dragging my sorry ass around is a privilege, and you should start acting that way," he says, half-turning to prod Jake in the chest with his right hand. Bad choice, because that makes him remember the brand on his wrist exists and he doubles over. "Fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuckery Russia shitting Jesus Christ balls." He glances up at his partner, sweating. "Can we get assigned to Tahiti next time? Russia doesn't agree with me, I'm afraid."
Jake has a handful of retorts that he bites back when Daniel doubles over. He's worried, scared even, for a moment that he missed something, that Daniel has internal injuries, but it quickly becomes obvious that it's the angry-looking brand rearing it's head. Still, internal injuries aren't out of the question, and they don't seem to be getting shot at.
"Well, you're probably not going to be allowed to go back to Russia ever again," he says, slowly straightening up a little. Jake scans the area for somewhere to put his partner down again. "Especially not with a mouth like that." He nods his head towards a bench nearby, next to a fountain. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up."
"Shame, I was really starting to like the place," Daniel says sarcastically. But he lets Jake lead him to the fountain, and looks at it warily, like it's liable to bite him.
"If you dunk me, I'll kill you in your sleep," he threatens, and while it sounds like a joke, there's a note of mild panic behind it. The CIA didn't invent waterboarding in 2002, after all, and there are other forms of water torture - some of which Daniel's now intimately acquainted with.
"Yes, you sound so heartbroken." Jake eases Daniel down on the bench, noting the subtle shift in his tone and his expression. Dunking him hadn't been on the menu, but his partner's reaction reminds Metcalfe that he's probably going to need some serious debriefing and/or therapy.
"I'd like to see you try. It's a great way to lose fingers," he replies, taking the last remnants of his torn-up shirt and soaking them in the fountain water. It doesn't appear to be chlorinated, so hopefully it won't sting too much as he starts to clean some of Daniel's wounds. He moves carefully, almost gently, for someone who appears to be a six-foot tower of muscle. "You're gonna need stitches for some of these. We need to find a doctor."
The 'soon' goes unsaid, but Daniel knows him well enough to see the concern behind the hard mask of the operative.
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Jake wraps some of the former shirt around a few of the larger cuts, before searching around for some sticks long enough to brace that rather ugly looking ankle with. He finds three or four that are serviceable, and binds two of them to Kinney's leg just tight enough to hold them there.
"You let them brand you? I thought you had higher standards. Bite this," Jake adds, handing his partner a shorter stick. Then he quickly sets up a traction bind, wrapping another length of cloth around Daniel's upper ankle.
"This is going to hurt," is all Jake says before he starts twisting to extend Daniel's ankle and reset the bones.
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"Aaaakgh!"
He fixes his partner with a wounded look of deep and utter betrayal, sweating bullets.
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"That might be why you ended up in a Russian prison," Jake observes, tying off the splint. "And don't call me old."
Most of the rest of Daniel appears to be intact, perhaps with the exception of his brain-mouth filter.
"Think you can walk or am I going to have to carry you?"
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"Old," he says when he can finally speak again. Jake is five years his senior, and he's never going to let that rest. (Except when it doesn't benefit him to bring it up.) "Yeah, I can walk." And now that he's said that, he's going to walk on that ankle if it kills him.
"And incorrect. I ended up a guest of our gracious hosts for reasons unrelated. Speaking of which..." He glances around. "Do you have the faintest clue where in fuck-all we are? Because this, this does not look like Chechnya."
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And then he pauses, because Daniel is right. This doesn't look like Chechnya, or anywhere else Jake is familiar with, and he doesn't know where to go next.
"I was wondering that myself. It was night about half an hour ago, and I definitely wasn't close enough to get to you on foot." Regardless, they're in some kind of city, so more than likely there's a doctor he can shove currency at. Jake starts moving towards what's probably the city's center. "Do you remember how you got here?"
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At least his captors hadn't cut out his tongue. Thank God for small favors, right? Ha ha ha...
"How did you get here? Wait, doesn't matter, I'm high as dicks and hallucinating. You could tell me you used Mary Poppins' magic umbrella and I'd accept it."
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The architecture around here is really strange - very thematic and unlike anything Jake has seen before. The air smells vaguely salty, as if they're close to the ocean.
"You don't think there was another op...?" It sounds ridiculous as he's saying it. "I can usually tell when I've been drugged. It's a lot more fun that dragging your sorry ass around."
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Okay, he's still a little high.
"I'll have you know that dragging my sorry ass around is a privilege, and you should start acting that way," he says, half-turning to prod Jake in the chest with his right hand. Bad choice, because that makes him remember the brand on his wrist exists and he doubles over. "Fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuckery Russia shitting Jesus Christ balls." He glances up at his partner, sweating. "Can we get assigned to Tahiti next time? Russia doesn't agree with me, I'm afraid."
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"Well, you're probably not going to be allowed to go back to Russia ever again," he says, slowly straightening up a little. Jake scans the area for somewhere to put his partner down again. "Especially not with a mouth like that." He nods his head towards a bench nearby, next to a fountain. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up."
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"If you dunk me, I'll kill you in your sleep," he threatens, and while it sounds like a joke, there's a note of mild panic behind it. The CIA didn't invent waterboarding in 2002, after all, and there are other forms of water torture - some of which Daniel's now intimately acquainted with.
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"I'd like to see you try. It's a great way to lose fingers," he replies, taking the last remnants of his torn-up shirt and soaking them in the fountain water. It doesn't appear to be chlorinated, so hopefully it won't sting too much as he starts to clean some of Daniel's wounds. He moves carefully, almost gently, for someone who appears to be a six-foot tower of muscle. "You're gonna need stitches for some of these. We need to find a doctor."
The 'soon' goes unsaid, but Daniel knows him well enough to see the concern behind the hard mask of the operative.