The moon shone in the inky black sky, a cool breeze introducing itself to those who found themselves without any proper cover to seek asylum.
A series of loud steps erupted from behind a worn and rusted door, which got busted open in a matter of a few seconds as two small figures thrusted themselves behind a few medium sized cargo crates. Both were equipped with heavy armour, bulletproof vests covering their torsos and a plethora of lethal equipment lining their pockets.
A series of thunderous footfalls resounded from whence they had come from, a small blonde haired girl fiddled with a circular object from her vest, gripping the cool metal pin with her teeth before waiting a few long moments and lobbing it in a smooth arc towards the entrance.
Both covered their ears as a loud explosion resounded out, followed by the screams of a few people as they writhed in agony, vermillion coating the door that had been blown off it’s hinges. Two different countenances were spayed across the two figures, one of nonchalance and another with a wicked grin, pearly whites lining her teeth.
A momentary pause resounded out, the sounds of moans echoing around the warehouse, quickly followed by the resumption of the footfalls that had once charged towards the two once again.
“What the hell is going on over there? I though we agreed that they’d do it at 45?” a high pitched voice exclaimed, her grin still hung upon her face as two orbs frantically twitched back and forth as if they were writhing with excitement.
A few orange strands of hair broke free from the imprisonment that was a rubber band and fell into one of the assailants field of view, prompting a hand to displace it. Moving towards the blond girl, Chloe stared at Evelyn’s countenance for a few brief moments before speaking.
“What are we going to do? Continue onwards right?” she enquired, her voice somewhat weak at the though of the somewhat endless amount of combatants that had been chasing after them.
“I’m officially out if explosives. We’ll have to dodge and weave if we want to have any chance of survival before the lights get turned off.” Evelyn explained.
Vrrrmmm
The surrounding area dimmed and vanished into nothingness as the source of light that had been aiding them to see had now been cut off.
Nodding in satisfaction, Evelyn tugged on Chloe’s shoulder and turned on a small flashlight, somewhat illuminating her field of view. Pointing towards another exit, they both started to move over it.
A loud noise abruptly burst out from behind them, an entrance they hadn’t noticed until now had been broken open and the barrel end of a sub machine gun was staring both of them down.
Quickly grasping the situation that they were in, Evelyn grabbed the orange haired girl’s body and, with a tight grasp, held it in front of her. A series of ear piecing screeches roared out as Chloe’s body forcefully jerked back multiple times, gasping out in pain, forcing both of them to topple over, Chloe being used as a soft landing by Evelyn resulting in her hitting her head on the concrete.
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Nausea thrashed about in the orange haired girl’s throat as she hurriedly attempted to move her hand to cover her mouth. Sitting still for a few more moments, it soon came to her realisation that her right arm was no longer answering her beck and call, there it laid, limp, a velvety red sheath of blood covering the black armour which clung to her arm.
Looking a bit closer, a few holes could be seen located across her arm, bullet casing lied on the ground around her. Clearly she was not in a good physical state.
‘So much for Physical training.’ Chloe thought, in a drunken stupor caused by the sheer amount of adrenaline flowing through her veins. The air moist, the girl looked around to survey her surrounding area, feeling some liquid creep down her head, she tapped her left hand against her forehead and looked at the substance. Crimson. More blood.
‘Great. Just Great. What the fuck even happened to m...’
A series of loud noises erupted, interrupting her train of thought. Looking over to her right, she saw a large door swung wide open, darkness ensuing. Momentary bright flashes illuminated the surroundings ten or so odd metres away from her, a small figure holding a pistol next to another’s forehead, quickly followed by the sound of a body falling to the floor.
Slowly dragging herself over towards a box, leaving a bloody trail behind, she scrounged around in the heavy vest she was wearing, taking note of all the deep imprints left on what seemed to be a bullet proof vest.
‘That’s going to leave a pretty mark isn’t it...’ flinching at the painful thought of examining her body for injuries. Deciding to check on her body later, she looked towards the pouch located towards her left pocket, a heavy metal object pulling her towards the ground.
Reaching into the sealed pouch, she grabbed onto the murder weapon and sighed a breath of relief. At least she had something useful that she could use if she got into a tight spot, along with the few other items she found strapped onto her armour.
Whilst taking account of her supplies was always a good thing to do, looking over towards the growing pool of blood before her, it was clear that the clock was ticking, getting herself to safety was the main objective.
The only problem was how she was supposed to locate the exit. She didn’t even know where she was, or how she got there, never less how to get out. Cargo surrounded the bloodied teen who pushed herself up on her legs and slowly fumbled around the pitch black room.
Being unable to understand the layout of the place she now found herself in, Chloe slowly stumbled over to the only exit she could see. The murderer inside would hopefully not find out about her existence. Passing the scratched frame of the heavy metal door, she continued to stumble forward into the unknown, her hard boots hitting a soft object along the way.
There was no doubt about it that what she was currently standing in front of was another death body, the face of which was probably painted with an excruciatingly painful countenance.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
Pulling her back from her thoughts, a few stray shots were fired in the orange haired girl’s direction, hitting the metal wall behind her causing a sparks to illuminate her position. Someone had shot at her without and friendly intentions.
A feminine voice erupted from the shadows somewhere in front of Chloe, “Newbie that you?” they asked with a high pitched tone.
Chloe didn’t know that many people who spoke such terms, concluding that the figure that had nearly killed her by accident was indeed her friend, Evelyn.
“Yeah. It’s me. I woke up with a bit of a hangover over there. What the fuck happened?” Chloe exclaimed, seemingly a bit pissed that her supposed partner had ditched her in what state she was in.
A few moments of nothingness passed before a loud series of sounds erupted from the barrel end of a gun. Evelyn had started to fire her gun into the darkness, seemingly in hopes of hitting the opposing girl. Even calling it at ‘random’ would be an insult to the girl’s impressive cognitive ability. Nearly all the bullets that were fired hit.
The final round was fired, lighting up the area near the weapon’s wielder for the last time, revealing a body falling to the floor, quickly followed by a dull thump. A smirk appeared upon the blonde’s expression as she outwardly exhaled.
“See? I told you that I was the most experienced of the bunch! Thanks for being my meat shield earlier, you see, it’s kinda my special technique ya know! I’ll never die if I have someone to take the bullet for me!” Evelyn chuckled as she energetically skipped over to Chloe.
No reply followed her boastful statements, prompting the blonde to once again put her guard up. With her experience she knew that a silent foe could still be an alive foe. Then again. This was a green been that she were talking about.
“I mean, a newbie like you stood absolutely no chance against me, so I guess it’s right that you died in only a few shots!” she reasoned to herself aloud, becoming less tense by the second.
Standing atop of the cold body, of which the cause of death was none other than herself, she harshly kicked the corpse in the stomach before maniacally chuckling to herself.
Bang!
Another loud round flew throughout the air, causing muffled grunt to erupt from someone, followed by Chloe slowly walking over to the limp body of her supposed comrade. The girl had pulled the dead body of the person who’d been murdered earlier and used it as a “Meat shield” just like Evelyn had described she had done to her, not that she had remembered any of that though.
After the blonde was finished firing she’d pushed the body towards the floor and stood waiting, her left arm crying out for a rest break as she held the heavy pistol in one hand without wavering.
In the state she was currently in, the lights not being on was a godsent. There was literally no way she had any chance against her now death opponent in hand to hand combat or a dual where Evelyn had 20/20 visibility.
Stumbling over thin air, Chloe avoided nearly falling to the floor once again. Her time was running out slowly but surely, and the blood leaking from her wounds had once again reminded her of the time she spent down in that.... abhorred basement.
Touching her eyepatch, she felt a uneasy shiver sprint down her spine. Recalling that experience wasn’t for the best. Onwards. Focusing on the present was her most important priority. The eerie silence which ensued, accompanied by the odd gun shot or two, resulted in the orange haired girl’s orbs frantically feeling the surrounding walls for any signs of an exit.
Eventually finding what seemed to be a metal handle, Chloe took a deep breath and held her pistol tight, ramming against the metal slab with her right shoulder, eyes squinting as a bright light fed her deprived eyes causing momentary blindness.
Once her eyes had adjusted to the lustre of the room she found two people in front of her, one of them with a bullet wound in the right side of his chest, blood seeping into their clothes and onto the floor. The other figure was dressed up in a fancy black suit with a pair of shiny brown leather shoes.
For some reason this room had light, unlike the others. ‘Probably a back up generator.’ Chloe thought, her eyes squinting in pain. Peering at the two men, she took a deep breath,‘Gotta be someone important.’, her pointed finger wrapping around the trigger in anticipation of what was to come.
Two pairs of eyes looked towards the gun in the girl’s left hand, immediately causing a grim countenance to be equipped upon both of their faces, whilst simultaneously reaching for their own weapons. Chloe aimed towards the wounded man’s right arm and pulled the trigger, another ear bleedingly loud sound erupting from the metal tool, followed by a disgruntling quiet emittance of pain.
Seeing that the stranger hadn’t gone for the kill and was, more importantly, proficient with a gun, the upper-class looking figure hurriedly began to talk.
“Hold your fire! Whatever you’re employer is paying you I’ll double... no quadruple it!” he nasally remarked, confident that the mention of money would solve the problem. However, upon observing the attacker, his expression worsened upon seeing a certain badge that was sown upon a battle scarred vest.
“The Fucking Loonies, she’s one of them ... Fuck!” mumbled the wounded man who tugged on the other man’s sleeve, the expletive being louder than the sound he had made from being shot.
The fancy looking figure shook his hand off in an angry manor before focusing back onto Chloe.
“I’ve heard of your squadron.... a deal, yes a deal! One that’ll benefit the both of us! We both probably want to see Epsilon on the floor with a bullet between his brows, right? So... instead of finishing us off here, work with us as a double agent!” scrambled the man. It seemed as though he was sincere about the offer, although Chloe knew she wasn’t the best at deciphering poker faces.
Attempting to hide the fact that she had also sustained heavy wounds, Chloe scratched her temple with the icy base of the small hand gun and sighed as if she was contemplating the offer.
The injured tough looking guy on the floor seemed to have a quite a few discrepancies with his boss’s idea but stayed quiet, it seemed as though his opinion about the matter wouldn’t have an effect on the outcome of the conversation.
“That deal. State the contents of it.” coldly stated the vermillion haired girl as she stared at the two guns held by her opposition.
A sly smile snuck onto the uninjured man’s face, before quickly disappearing again. If he got her in the palm of his hand, he would have information on that bastard Epsilon’s future missions, which could help him get promoted if he provided enough aid to the boss.
‘Seems being caught up in this raid shan’t be too bad for me after all. Well, apart from Michael being severally wounded. I have heard a few rumours about them. Supposedly psychos the lot of them, with nothing on their mind except how to achieve their next kill. Apparently they have had a family member or two been abducted to keep them in line.’ premised the suited man.
“Tell me advance info on Epsilon and the stinger squadron’s actions and I can fulfil some requests of yours.” he surmised, a business smile equipped upon his face.
‘Seems like he doesn’t particularly know what I want. Alright. I’ll need to procure somewhere for me and Y/n to stay anyways, might as well use this dude for all he’s worth whilst also taking care of Epsilon for me as well!’ Chloe planned, nodding towards the unknown man in agreement.
“A nice big house somewhere discrete and a bag of ten of those purple ID cards every time I ask for’em.” she demanded, fiddling with the gun, her adrenaline starting to wear off as the pain sept into her bones.
‘If I can’t get this fucker to stop yapping I’m gonna pass away from fucking blood loss.’ she fumed, pain growing by the second.
Before the man could talk more, a voice erupted from the black walkie talky located on the young girl’s hip.
“Evacuate. Mission accomplished.” The voice demanded, repeating three times before going silent.
Chloe stared at the two men before catching a small phone thrown her way. “Contact me through that.” stated the orderly man, receiving a small nod from the girl before she walked back out the door from which she came, but not before turning back towards the men and asking how to actually get out of the warehouse.
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W/n the Bold shit is kinda cringe, dunno really how else to emphasise sudden gun shots :O.