As soon as he heard the first shot Patch began to move, sliding off his chair and onto one knee, just in time as it turned out to miss the bullet which took out the guard behind him. Quickly rolling passed the others Patch kicked the leg out from under the nearby table, causing it to drop down in front of him, blocking the view of the guards at the far end of the room but leaving him exposed to the ones by the door. Slipping the vial he'd concealed in his boot Patch quickly tossed it their way, causing a small cloud of smoke to form which had the men coughing. It wouldn't last long, but hopefully it would keep them from firing for a few crucial seconds.
As those seconds ticked by all Patch could hear was gunfire and screaming and every second he expected to feel the dull burning heat of a bullet hitting him, but none came. When things finally quietened down he slid a few inches over the floor to take a quick look around. All the guards seemed to be down with bullet wounds in various parts of their bodies.
A quick assessment showed the three closest guards were all dead, two killed instantly by wounds to their head and throat while the third looked like he'd drowned in his own blood from a wound which had punched up through his lung and probably ruptured his airway, Patch couldn't be sure without a further investigation but as the man was dead he didn't bother to worry about how.
Turning his attention to the far end of the room Patch saw the two guards there were also dead. The man had taken a bullet to the back which would've pierced his heart, killing him quickly. The woman wasn't so lucky, the bullet wound to her head had caused brain damage, triggering a seizure. Her mouth was dripping with foaming blood from where she'd bitten through her tongue and it would've been a horrifying death for her which thankfully only lasted a few seconds.
Moving over to the guards at the door Patch saw they were both still alive, but incapacitated. Kneeling down beside the one with the shoulder injury Patch took his head in both hands and with a quick twist snapped his neck. As he moved over to the last guard the man tried to crawl away, but the wound in his leg made it impossible to escape. Dropping heavily on the man's neck Patch crushed the guard's windpipe with his knee, holding it there as the man slowly suffocated.
@RomanAria “Come on.”With a quick nod Patch stood up and followed Owl out of the canteen, picking up the two rifles from the guards by the door as he went. Slinging one over his shoulder Patch quickly checked the other to make sure it was ready for use before holding it in a firing position. He wasn't particularly skilled with a rifle, but he'd make do for now. Noticing the blood dripping from Owl's hand Patch quickly grabbed a first aid kit off of the wall and as they made their way outside he checked the contents. There wasn't much, a few plasters and some bandages as well as some antiseptic lotion, but it'd have to do.
As they reached the relative safety of the car park, where the clear lines of sight made ambush far less likely than the narrow corridors in the warehouse, Owl finally collapsed. Dropping to his knees beside her, placing his rifle on the ground next to his patient, Patch quickly tore her clothes away from her shoulder as he searched for the wound.
Despite the blood it seemed like a clean entry, passing just below Owl's clavicle and just missing her coracoid, but it would've impacted against her scapula and lodged against the bone, and there was nothing Patch could do about that here, they needed to get back to the safehouse and fast if the arm was going to be saved.
Looking up at Fox Patch quickly called out,
@Avanhelsing "We need a vehicle, now! Preferably one of the jeeps, they might carry better medical supplies in those." As he spoke Patch quickly doused the wound with the antiseptic and started padding the cotton wool from the first aid kit. It'd make the job of cleaning the wound more difficult later, but for now it'd prevent a build-up of blood in Owl's chest, which could put pressure on her lungs and cause more problems he'd have to deal with.
Lifting Owl up onto his lap, her legs still resting on the cold ground Patch wrapped the bandages as tightly around her arm and shoulder as he could before pressing his hand against the bullet hole, trying to reduce blood loss as much as he could until their transport arrived.
@Jangel13 "Archangel, this is Patch. I'm gonna need the surgical equipment set up for our arrival. I've got a deep bullet wound that'll require immediate extraction. Check on Owl's blood type and get as much of it from the storage locker in my room as you can."
