jeriendhal | Fanfic: The Call, Urban Ninja

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

"Yo, this is Finnick. Leave a message. I might get back."

"Finnick, if you're still alive, pick up the goddamn phone!"

"Mind not yellin' in my ear? I'm kinda in a tight squeeze here."

"You always answer your mobile like you've got it set to voice mail?"

"Why not? Half the time it's some guy from New Delhi tryin' to tell me about this cruise I won anyway. Whassup, Nick?"

"Where are you? You were supposed to call Bogo a half hour after I left the bar."

"Yeah, well when I saw you gettin' stuffed into that SUV I figured a half hour might about ten minutes after you got your sorry tail capped. So I followed it instead."

"So you're in your van. Okay, good."

"Didn't say that."

"Finnick. I have had a really crappy night, morning, whatever the hell time it is. Please just tell me where you are."

"I'm hiding in a vent shaft in the most creepy ass hospital you ever seen in your life. Looks straight outta Half-Lope 2: Episode One."

"Cliffside Asylum?"

"How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess. What are you doing there?"

"Hiding from a bunch'a nutcase Russians is what I'm doing. Never seen so much white fur in one place my whole life."

"Finnick, focus please. Why are you there?"

"Like I said, I followed that SUV you got put in. Got to this warehouse by the weather wall and y'all drove into this underground garage. I figured before I call the fuzz I'm gonna sneak around all ninja like to scope the place out."

"God, Finnick, why didn't you just call?"

"You wanna hear this story or not?"

"Sigh. Go on."

"So after about half hour, and I was gonna call, so shut up about that, four of these white panel vans come outta the garage. Y'know, the kind that may as well have a bumper sticker that says, 'I'm hauling something I don't' wanna get pulled over for' on the back."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"And right as they come out, smoke starts pouring outta the garage. Now I figured if you went in there, and they just came out, that you and Judy's mom and pop are all just burned fur by now. So I ninja onto the back of the last truck just as it was leaving and hang on, figuring if I'm calling the fuzz I wanna know where they going so I can get a whole damn SWAT team to take these mutha's out!"

"Aww, Finnick. You do care!"

"Shut up. Anyway, we get to the Hospital of the Livin' Dead, and they had these big ass polar bear guards at a check point. Thought I gotten through without them spottin' me, but turned out they did, and they came after me firing these paintball rounds. Now I got hit with a couple, but it didn't do nuthin', so I used my elite ninja skills again and slipped through an outside vent. I've been crawling around in here ever since."

"Wait, you got hit by a round?"

"That's what I just said. You deaf and stupid?"

"Finnick, listen to me very carefully. Have you run into any prey species after you got hit?"

"Nope, and they better hope I don't. I'm hungry for somethin' that I can sink my teeth into, if ya know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do, Finnick. Just stay outta sight for now, okay?"

"Those Russians ain't gonna see this ninja. Sides, they're too busy lining up all those barrels."

"Wait, barrels? What barrels?"

"Buncha fifty gallon drums they been pullin' outta the trucks. They're just lining 'em all up on the bridge running from the edge of the river to the hospital."

"Oh, sh- Finnick, I gotta go! Stay out of sight!"