[ WP ] Where am I ?

`` Where am I?'' 
 
 The man in the dark suit groaned, spitting out clods of mud that had crusted around his lips. The world spun around him, a technicolour of flashing greens and dark blues, all striped by thick black. 
 
 The sky in front of him seemed blurred, an off shade of kelly. Agent Lynch blinked heavily, his vision cooperating gradually with his frantic desire to see, to look at the world around him, to identify where he was. 
 
 His eyelids protested, sticking to each other as if they were glued, the pain in his forehead setting off everything at a dizzying pace that made the man want to vomit. 
 
 `` Where - Where am I?'' he repeated groggily, raising himself up painfully on one bruised elbow. The surroundings swam around him, bubbles floating in a fluid dream. The vague outline of what could only be trees? 
 
 Agent Lynch flopped down hard onto the leaves again, leaving the world of consciousness once more. Around him, the darkness began to fall, a soft twilight mist amidst a sky full of stars... 
 
 `` Hey Sophie! Get over here quick! There's like, a dead guy on the floor!'' 
 
 Uuuuugh. Lynch stirred, a splitting pain throbbing just behind his forehead. He blew a spit bubble, popping over his collar. 
 
 `` H - h-hhh-hello?'' he slurred, blood splattering over his lapels. `` Is there anyone there? I-I do n't know where I am. Help me p-p-please.'' 
 
 `` Jordan you melt! That ai n't a dead guy, he just spoke. I'll go get sir, he'll like, do medical stuff.'' 
 
 A loud crunching of footsteps followed, with a distant shout echoing amongst the trees. Lynch cringed. At least one ear was bleeding, possibly internal damage. 
 
 `` Hello! Are you like, okay? You look like you got beat up or something! Hey, you have n't, like, been drinking have you? Got any left?'' 
 
 Nnnnngh. Of all the people who could have found him, a teenage girl. Lynch attempted to raise himself up, a sharp cracking from his chest soon putting an end to that. 
 
 `` OMG! Are you like, going to die or something? Sophie'll be well jell, she always like, wanted to be on Casualty, you get me? All those fit doctors and stuff.'' 
 
 Agent Lynch sent a dark wad of blood stringing to the floor. `` Can- can you grab my hand? I ca- ca n't seem to move it.'' 
 
 A figure loomed over him. What the hell was that? Looked like an orange, framed by a load of yellow hair. The figure bent over, and grabbed his hand, yanking on it. 
 
 Lynch swore loudly, driven back to the ground again by a coughing fit. `` Leave it, LEAVE IT!'' he shouted, `` I'll wait for tha- that other guy. Is-is he a medic?'' 
 
 A high pitched giggle. Lynch winced. `` No, no silly, he's a teacher. He's like, looking after us on this trip.'' 
 
 The man moaned in pain. Still, a teacher, better than nothing. Maybe they'd even be a biology teacher, like his old professor. He had been amazing. Professor Mahomet or something. He had moved to England unexpectedly at the end of a semester. Lynch could n't remember why, only that he was in a hurry. 
 
 `` Jordan, immediately step back from this luckless gentleman. It is evident that he is in dire requirement of expert medical assistance.'' 
 
 Damn, Lynch thought. So injured he could n't even track the return of a girl and an man through a forest of all places, for God sake! 
 
 The source of the male voice leaned over Lynch, and a shiver ran down his spine. 
 
 No, no, it could n't be. Not him! Not him, not here, not now! Not while he was on the ground. He could n't even move his hand to check his holster. 
 
 `` Get away from me! You're the enemy! I was sent to hunt you down! My agency knows i'm here, we will find you!'' 
 
 Lynch thrashed amongst the leaves, agonising his wounds. He coughed, blood spraying the man before him. 
 
 `` Stay back, i'm warning you! I know your name, I know what you've done! You wo n't touch me, I swear i'll kill you!'' 
 
 He was frantic now, writhing in pain and panic as the man loomed down over him, huge grey mustache ominously hovering. 
 
 `` Please, restrain yourself from engaging in any particularly vigorous movement. Preliminary diagnosis would suggest that you have sustained critical injuries, a strong probability of internal haemorrhaging. Jordan, you must telephone for the ambulance immediately!'' 
 
 `` Okay sir,'' said Jordan, turning to sprint back to camp again. `` I'll, like, have to borrow your phone though sir. Shocking reception on my one.'' 
 
 `` Certainly.'' replied Dr Mehmed, distractedly reaching for his phone as he attended to the stricken Agent Lynch, lying on the cold leaves. 
 
 `` Jordan. Ensure that you enable encrypted mechanism eleven, though. It remains crucial that my telecommunications device remains unmonitored, particularly after the information this young gentleman disclosed.''
