celestialbody
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Bellamy blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the fog from his mind as he slowly regained consciousness. The sharp sting of pain in his chest and ribs reminded him of the moment the massive chunk of concrete roof had come crashing down on top of him. For a few seconds, he had been disoriented—half conscious, trapped under the rubble—but now, his thoughts were slowly piecing themselves together.Archos says, “We’re on sub level two, on the left of the main elevator. There is a support beam on his back that is just too heavy for me to lift. Hopefully the Splicer inside isn’t too badly hurt. I don’t know if I’m seeing occasional movement of the hands or if I’m just seeing the swarm bugs moving on the hand. Oh, by the way, be careful of the grenades I placed at the bottom of the door.”
Axel lets out a curse word, adding, “Tell us that kind of info first, if you please! I don’t want to get fried by whatever surprises you left behind!”
Archos sounds apologetic. “Sorry. I’m not used to working with anyone besides Alpha and Beta. I never have to tell them about booby traps because they just fly over them.”
As everyone drops down to the garage level, it is about halfway full of ground cars parked in neat rows, just waiting for their Nex-Android drivers to come back for them. Archos is off to the side, kneeling down next to a pile of rubble that is pinning down a figure in Splicer Swarm Lord armor. There is a large support beam across the waist of the armor that is keeping the pilot from getting up. The Deliveryman says, “I don’t have anything to cut the beam off without hurting the pilot, and I can’t lift it on by own.”
He exhaled shakily, feeling the weight of the debris above him. At least he could still move his arms, though the pressure of the beam pinning him down was undeniable. He was stuck. It was a small blessing that his hive had continued their onslaught, tearing apart the machine that had followed him down here, even while indisposed. But even they couldn’t hold back everything. If any more of those machines sniffed around, they'd be vulnerable.
He heard a voice and turned his head, recognizing the man as another Splicer. The sight of the man brought a slight sense of relief. Someone had found him. Bellamy lifted his head slightly, his vision still a little blurry, but clear enough to catch the silhouette of the figure making contact with what he assumed was the rest of the team. The tension in his body eased, if only slightly. Help was on the way.
With a strained groan, Bellamy forced his words out, trying to reassure the Splicer and calm his own rattled nerves. “I’m not too badly hurt, just stuck,” he managed to rasp through a series of painful coughs. Each breath he took felt strained, the weight of the debris pressing down on him, but it was nothing he couldn’t endure—nothing a little patience wouldn’t fix. He just needed to hold on a little longer.