(Warning: Character Death, Gun Shootings & Violence)
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Bang Bang, That Awful Sound
My feet carried me over there before my brain had even registered what had happened.
"Mitchell!" She heard coming from behind before Agent Posen stepped towards her. "You and Swanson take left; Agent Beale and I will go right. Understood?"
"But-"
"No time for buts, Beca." Agent Posen interrupted sternly. "Now is that understood?"
"Understood." Beca answered looking down.
While she was taking the gun out of her holster, she felt Agent Beale's grip on her hand loosen. Moving her head to the side, Beca's eyes found her girlfriend's.
"It's okay."
Nodding, Beca brought her gaze back to the gun.
"I mean it."
"I know you do, Chloe." She said.
Relief washed over me as my eyes fell on her.
Lifting the gun, Beca aimed it at one of the guards before firing. Shuffling back behind the wall, she glanced over to Agent Swanson, motioning for him to take out the guard by the door.
Snapping her head to the side, Beca caught a glance into the ballroom. She counted 7.
They could do this, she thought to herself.
2 against 7.
They could do this, she told herself again.
Taking a deep but calming breath, Beca found herself rolling out to the side, shooting one of the guards before jumping behind the nearest place of cover.
Noticing that she was behind a pillar, she quickly scouted for a new location but it was too late. The guards had seen her and had now begun firing rounds at her. The pillar's stonework began cracking and soon enough, pieces started to chip away.
"Swanson!" She called into her ear piece. "Backup would be very much appreciated, right now!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He replied and low and behold, out came Jesse Swanson from the side. Holding a single hand grenade. "STAY DOWN!" He shouted towards her before tossing the explosive into the army of guards.
Diving forward, Beca reached out in front, desperate to escape the inevitable explosion.
BANG!
Suddenly she found herself being flung across the room from the grenades power. Holding herself out as she slammed against the tiled flooring, she felt a crack come from her wrist.
"F-fuck," She stuttered, pushing herself to lay against the nearest wall. Her face was covered in dust from the stonework, and carried a nasty gash from her eyebrow right down to her cheekbone.
Gasping for air, she pulled off the black glove from her hand before rolling up the sleeves of her top. Her eyes fell onto the bone that stuck out from her wrist.
Wincing in pain, her eyes suddenly snapped up from the rushed footsteps nearing her.
"You-" She wheezed out, "-son of a bitch."
"I told you to stay down." Jesse said. "Not run."
"Fuck you."
Jesse's eyes fell on to her wounds. "You're gonna need stitches." He said looking at her face. "And a cast." His gaze fell on her wrist.
"No shit Sherlock." She grimaced, attempting to stand.
Jesse held his hand out, causing her to glance at him with a raised brow.
"It's the least I could do," He shrugged, a hint of a smirk on his face.
Rolling her eyes, Beca grabbed his hand before being pulled up with ease.
But as soon as she stood facing him, a gun shot rang out within the ballroom.
Beca watched in confusion as Jesse's eyes widened.
It only took a few moments before Beca's gaze fell onto the figure standing over his shoulder.
In a quick movement, she grabbed the gun from Jesse's holster before firing 4 shots at the guard.
1
2
3
4
He fell to the ground with a thump.
Beca dropped the gun as her attention fell back to her friend, who slumped against her. Her eyes watered from the pain emitting from her wrist but she pushed through it, easing Jesse onto the floor.
"Be-" He stammered. "Beca-" He blinked, gasping for air.
"It's okay." She reassured, keeping her good hand held under the wound. "You're gonna be okay." She repeated.
"Mitchell, report." Came from her earpiece.
"A-Aubrey?" She stuttered. Clearing her throat, she glanced back down at Jesse, who's face had paled slightly.
"Report Mitchell."
"Jesse... He's-" Pausing, Beca let out a breath. "Get CR in here. Now!"
"What happened?"
"Get her here!"
"What happened, Beca?"
"He's down and if you don't get Cynthia here right now, he may not make it!" She snapped, watching as Jesse's eyes began to droop. Lightly tapping him on the face, she watched as they blinked back open.
"Hey, hey... Eyes on me, Jess." She said, staring at him. "Stay with me, man."
"It hurts..." He whispered.
"You're gonna be fine, buddy. CR's on her way. Don't worry."
It was almost as if time itself had paused.
"Go!" Chloe said, pushing Aubrey towards the van. "He needs you!"
"Chloe, we're calling this mission off!" Aubrey exclaimed, ignoring her.
"No!" The redhead snapped. "This needs to be done!" Pushing at the blonde again, she pointed towards the vehicle. "He needs you Aubrey." She repeated.
Taking a few shaky breaths, Aubrey glanced behind her before nodding.
"But be careful Chloe." She said pulling her into a tight hug.
"I will."
Turning on the spot, Chloe pulled the hood up over her head before running her way back inside. She immediately was greeted by Beca, who wrapped an arm around her waist before pulling her in close.
"Wha-" Before she could finish, a loud bang emitted from the room beside them. Her eyes fell onto the stormy blues of her girlfriends, which were larger than usual. "Thanks," She heard herself say.
Nodding, Beca pulled back. Suddenly, she found her head snapping up to the redhead. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's too dangerous!" She answered, flailing her hands around. She grimaced from the pain coming from her broken wrist.
"Why didn't you go back?" Chloe found herself asking.
"There's others in here." Beca said, quickly glancing behind the wall. "Benji, Donald, Stacie, Flo..." She listed, absentmindedly. "I couldn't leave them behind."
"But you're hurt."
"Not to the point where I can't wal-" Halting, Beca lifted a finger to motion for them to be quiet as she heard footsteps.
Chloe fell beside her as they listened.
"What the fuck is going on in here?"
"I'm not entirely sure-"
"Well figure it out!"
Taking a peek behind the wall, Beca watched as Tom Davis held a guard by the neck.
"Fix this mess!"
And with that Tom pushed the guy aside.
"We should kill him." Beca said, turning to Chloe who shook her head.
"No. We should bring him back, interrogate him." She said.
Suddenly the guard from before made an entrance, but not for long as Chloe reached for the knife in her belt, and stabbing him in the neck.
Beca stood with her back against the wall, her eyes flickering between the dead man and her girlfriend.
"Good swing, babe."
"Come on." Chloe grabbed her hand, dragging her away from the scene.
As they neared the end of the hallway, gunshots could be heard firing from the next room. Sighing, Beca detangled their hands before taking out her own gun. Chloe doing the same.
Kicking the door open, they both raised their weapons shooting at whoever came their way. Guards left, right and centre flung themselves at them, but had no such luck.
Deeming that their own luck was to run out anytime soon, Beca quickly hid them behind a broken table, occasionally glancing over the top.
"What do we do now?" She heard Chloe asking from her side. The redhead was currently loading up on her next round of bullets.
"I don't know." Beca answered, making Chloe halt.
"Well, what was your plan earlier?"
"I didn't think of one." She answered truthfully, firing a bullet at the guard who dived over their table.
"Fuck sake." She heard Chloe mumble.
"I love you..."
"Come on!" Beca screamed, ushering Benji and the remaining survivors of her team towards the entrance. "Amy is waiting outside!" She called out.
When they all made it out, she watched as each wounded member climbed into the van.
Benji
Stacie
Donald (who held Tom Davis in handcuffs)
Flo
Bumper
Chlo-
Beca's eyes widened.
"Chloe?!" She called out. Hoping to hear a "Beca?" in return.
Her heart sank as she heard nothing. Her eyes then fell onto the building behind.
The building in which they placed an 'improvised bomb' in.
"Chlo..."
Rushing towards the building as quickly as she could, Beca almost busted through the front door. Not caring about the guards that could shoot at her, she sprinted around calling out the name of her girlfriend.
"CHLOE!" She tried once again. "WHERE ARE YOU!"
It was in that moment, while running around a corner that she collided with another body. Assuming it was a guard, she reached up to swipe at them only to pause when her eyes hitched onto bright blues.
"Chloe..." She let out a relieved sigh, pulling her into a hug.
She got a gasp in return and pulling back, Beca was met with blood on her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head. "Wha-"
"Beca?"
Tipping her head up, Beca's eyes zoned in on the wounds fluttered around the redhead's stomach.
"NO!" Reaching forward, Beca caught Chloe just before she tumbled backwards.
"Bec?"
Feeling her eyes water up, Beca brought her gaze back to the redheads. Those bright blues that she loved so much, stared back at her, wide with fear.
"B-beca?"
Beca found herself choking over words as she tried to place the right ones.
"B...Bec-"
And almost as if she shifter into gear, Beca began to ease Chloe fully into her arms. "I got you." She said, half in a daze. The broken wrist now forgotten as she stumbled her way towards the door, carrying the girl bridal style.
She refused to acknowledge the blood dripping onto the tiled floor.
Kicking the door open, she found herself almost tripping as they stepped into the starry air of the night.
Rain began to drip onto their heads as they neared the van.
"H-HELP!" Beca called out to whoever could hear.
"B..ec?"
Stopping at the van, Beca fell to her knees easing Chloe onto the padded grass floor. Her eyes flickering between Chloe's as they lazily tried to stay open.
"You stay with me Chloe!" Beca demanded, cradling Chloe's head in her lap. "Stay with me Chlo!" Feeling tears fall onto her cheeks, Beca snapped her head back up. "SOMEBODY GET HELP ALREADY!"
Feeling the faintest of touches on her arm, Beca's eyes automatically fell back to her girlfriends.
"I..I-" Chloe tried. "...love... yo-"
Her heart had stopped. And in that moment, I think mine did too.