One slim chance.

Calvo fought desperately for breath. Beside him the red headed captain was twisting and turning, her body beginning to swing on the rope like the pendulum of a clock. The guardwoman's body swung further and her foot kicked Calvo. He glanced across, the woman made eye contact and her eyes flicked down several times. Calvo looked down, there attached to the womans belt was a small sheathed knife. With her hands strapped behind her back there was no way she could get to it, but if Calvo could twist round he might just be able to reach it if he timed his movements with the captain's. Calvo twisted his body and kicked with his legs to start himself moving, he began to swing back and forth as he strained his arms further back to reach out towards the guard officer. Her body swung into his and his fingers scrabbled for a grip, but could find no purchase and they swung apart. Again they collided and this time Calvo was able to hook the fingers of one hand behind the woman's belt. He gripped as hard as he could and pulled their bodies together.

Feeling with the fingers of his free hand Calvo found the knife sheath, with fingertips straining he was able to pop the stud fastening holding the knife in place and inch the weapon out of it's sheath. Calvo released his grip on the belt and their two bodies swung away. Using both hands he was able to turn the knife around and began sawing at the rope binding his wrists. Though it took only seconds to weaken the rope sufficiently for his straining arms to snap his bonds it seemed like an eternity and his vision was beginning to blur from the lack of oxygen. With his hands freed Calvo reached up and gripped the rope above his head, using his last reserves of energy he cut at the rope in desperation. Suddenly the rope parted and Calvo dropped to the floor like a rag doll, gasping for air. He willed himself to move and rolled over in agony and lurched to his feet. The Captain's struggles were weak now and her eyes were rolling up into their sockets.

Calvo dragged an empty ammunition crate over and set it beneath the woman. Pulling himself up onto the crate he reached up and slashed the rope suspending her. She fell into his arms limply and Calvo staggered under her dead weight. Setting her still body on the ground he checked for breathing and a pulse and found neither. He placed the heel of his hand below her breastbone and pressed down, compressing the chest by a couple of inches. Twice more he repeated this and then shifted position. Calvo tilted the woman's head back and opened her mouth. Pinching her nose shut he took a deep breath and locking lips blew a lungfull of air into the redhead's mouth. He continued to alternate between heart massage and mouth to mouth and had almost given up hope when the Captain gave a wheezing gasp and spluttered. Calvo looked on in relief as the woman began to breathe for herself and he sank back in exhaustion.

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