Past and Present
Chapter 6:
Jack Strahm was one of those Scots who hated Scotland. It was quite funny because he looked so much like a Scot, with wild red hair, and a big body with broad shoulders.
At the moment he was staying in a small home in Ireland that gave him easy access to the helicopter that he owned and operated. He was making quite a living giving rides to the populace, though he hardly needed it (saving the heir to the most powerful throne in the world does wonders for your financial stability).
He was working on the chopper, when his cell started ringing somewhere. He barely looked up from what he was doing, it could hardly be important enough. It finally stopped ringing, and he could concentrate again.
Of course, it started ringing again almost immediately. Sighing he walked around looking for the damn phone. It took him to the last ring to finally find the thing.
He flipped it open, “Hello?”
“Jack!” Came a strained reply. “You’ve got to help me!”
“Who the hell is this?”
“It’s Michael Loarn, ple-”
“Michael Loarn? Why didn’t you say so, what do you need?”
“Please come to the castle, where you came to Christmas in ‘06.”
“Sure, when do you need me.”
“In an hour.”
“Jesus, that doesn’t give me a lot of time!”
“I know, just hurry, I’ll explain when you get down here. And bring first aid supplies.”
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There was no time for Jack to drive down, so he had to take the chopper. He took off as soon as he could, and was on his way to the castle in Ulaid. The flight went smoothly and he was able to land on the landing pad that had been added to the castle recently.
As he landed, he noticed something odd, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. As he walked to the main area of the castle, he realized what it was, the place was deserted. No guards asking him who he was, no line of non-descript black cars, not even the snipers on the towers.
He wandered throughout the castle, but saw no sign of anyone. He finally called out, “Michael! Where the hell are you?”
He heard something faint from behind one door. He tried the handle but it was locked. He smashed his shoulder into it, but it barely budged. He tried again, and it gave a little. He tried one more time, and made it almost all the way though. He slammed his weight into the door one more time and tumbled into the room, and the horrible sight awaiting him.
Michael Loarn laid on the floor of the room covered in blood. He was grasping at his stomach, and looked about ready to pass out.
Jack took no time and immediately knelt down with the first aid kit. He took Michael’s hands away and looked at the hole. He wiped blood away, and saw he had to get the bullet out immediately. He took out forceps and reached into the hole. He grabbed out a shard of the bullet, and felt Michael abruptly tense up. He reached in again and grabbed out another large shard.
He was pretty sure there wasn’t anything left of the bullet inside, but the wound was still bleeding badly. He had to cauterize it. The kit had a cauterizer so he set it up to heat up.
It was done in 5 minutes. Jack took up the rod and stuck it into the bullet hole. This seemed to wake Michael up, who suddenly shot up and screamed in pain. Jack had to keep him down and held the cauterizer in.
Finally it was done. Jack bandaged the wound, as Michael finally passed out. Jack laid him on a couch in the room, and waited for him to wake up. This had been one hell of a Sunday!
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Though i should use this space to remark on my appalling lack of medical knowledge, that should already be apparent to anyone reading.
Rather, I would like to say that next update we will finally get around to the reason this is an AAR, Maelsnechtan
Chapter 6:
Jack Strahm was one of those Scots who hated Scotland. It was quite funny because he looked so much like a Scot, with wild red hair, and a big body with broad shoulders.
At the moment he was staying in a small home in Ireland that gave him easy access to the helicopter that he owned and operated. He was making quite a living giving rides to the populace, though he hardly needed it (saving the heir to the most powerful throne in the world does wonders for your financial stability).
He was working on the chopper, when his cell started ringing somewhere. He barely looked up from what he was doing, it could hardly be important enough. It finally stopped ringing, and he could concentrate again.
Of course, it started ringing again almost immediately. Sighing he walked around looking for the damn phone. It took him to the last ring to finally find the thing.
He flipped it open, “Hello?”
“Jack!” Came a strained reply. “You’ve got to help me!”
“Who the hell is this?”
“It’s Michael Loarn, ple-”
“Michael Loarn? Why didn’t you say so, what do you need?”
“Please come to the castle, where you came to Christmas in ‘06.”
“Sure, when do you need me.”
“In an hour.”
“Jesus, that doesn’t give me a lot of time!”
“I know, just hurry, I’ll explain when you get down here. And bring first aid supplies.”
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There was no time for Jack to drive down, so he had to take the chopper. He took off as soon as he could, and was on his way to the castle in Ulaid. The flight went smoothly and he was able to land on the landing pad that had been added to the castle recently.
As he landed, he noticed something odd, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. As he walked to the main area of the castle, he realized what it was, the place was deserted. No guards asking him who he was, no line of non-descript black cars, not even the snipers on the towers.
He wandered throughout the castle, but saw no sign of anyone. He finally called out, “Michael! Where the hell are you?”
He heard something faint from behind one door. He tried the handle but it was locked. He smashed his shoulder into it, but it barely budged. He tried again, and it gave a little. He tried one more time, and made it almost all the way though. He slammed his weight into the door one more time and tumbled into the room, and the horrible sight awaiting him.
Michael Loarn laid on the floor of the room covered in blood. He was grasping at his stomach, and looked about ready to pass out.
Jack took no time and immediately knelt down with the first aid kit. He took Michael’s hands away and looked at the hole. He wiped blood away, and saw he had to get the bullet out immediately. He took out forceps and reached into the hole. He grabbed out a shard of the bullet, and felt Michael abruptly tense up. He reached in again and grabbed out another large shard.
He was pretty sure there wasn’t anything left of the bullet inside, but the wound was still bleeding badly. He had to cauterize it. The kit had a cauterizer so he set it up to heat up.
It was done in 5 minutes. Jack took up the rod and stuck it into the bullet hole. This seemed to wake Michael up, who suddenly shot up and screamed in pain. Jack had to keep him down and held the cauterizer in.
Finally it was done. Jack bandaged the wound, as Michael finally passed out. Jack laid him on a couch in the room, and waited for him to wake up. This had been one hell of a Sunday!
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Though i should use this space to remark on my appalling lack of medical knowledge, that should already be apparent to anyone reading.
Rather, I would like to say that next update we will finally get around to the reason this is an AAR, Maelsnechtan
