Hola! So just whipped this up – I'm still not confident with my writing, so any advice is fabulous, and all comments are welcome. Unless it's going to make me cry because then I'll just be sad.

In case you dont know, this is actually for another story i'm writing - for a full explanation go to my one other story at the last chapter and everything will be explained, but only if you really care (i wouldn't, but if you do).

Heads up:
The pairings/ships will be kinda weird and funky because it is written for different characters initially, so i know that an Angel/Ari paring in kind wrong (well not really, they're close to the same age in reality) but still, my point: it's weird, but it's not going to be too weird.

Please enjoy!

We entered the abandoned warehouse from the four different sides. Inside the brick outside, you could see the wood framework of the roof and brick pillars on the inside. There was a newly constructed platform that held an office on top, indicating we were in the right place. Not to mention there were money-printing machines everywhere.

"Jesus Christ, how much money are they planning on making here?" Gazzy whispered.

"Enough." Fang replied.

I walked up to one of the machines and touched the outside, making my way to the mouth of it. "There are bills mid-print inside of it," I said, squinting my eyes to see the incomplete hundred dollar bills. It seemed we all realized the same thing at once – they were still in the building. Gazzy and Fang drew their guns from their belts as I took mine from a strap around my ankle.

"Where did you get that?" Fang asked, seeing me pull the 9mm semiautomatic from under my pant leg.

"Found it." I snapped back. Fang glared at me before turning back to scanning the room. I was ducked behind one of the brick pillars when I pulled out my phone and called Nudge. Once I heard her pick up I quietly told her that we were not alone in the building.

"Be careful, Silly Girl – I don't want to be losing you before we can take that shopping trip." Nudge told me before hanging up. I slipped my phone into my back pocket and then moved so I had one knee on the floor, back against the pillar and both hands on my gun. I leaned just enough so that I could see around the corner. Not detecting any movement I moved my head around the column. I moved my eyes around the warehouse, trying to see any form of movement, but nothing showed.

I stood up and began to move my body around the pillar until I heard a shot fired and the sound of something being hit behind me, and immediately moved back to my previous position. I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on inside the seemingly empty building just in time to see a pair of jeans move behind another pillar. I poked my head back around and waited for a sign of movement, which I eventually got. As the man came out from behind his hiding place, trying to get a good shot, I'd already fired and got him in his right arm, which was thankfully the one he was using to hold his gun with.

Moving my arms back so my gun was pointing to the floor, I kept my head out from behind the pillar. I suddenly saw a gun, and almost began shooting when I noticed the shooter was aiming to the ceiling – not near where any of us were. I followed the angle of the gun to right above where I was standing, but I'd figured it out too late – the larger-than-me lighting fixture was already on its way down.

You know when this happens in the movies and you don't understand why the idiot doesn't move and just stands there, like they're hoping to die? Now I know how they feel. I'm too scared to move any part of my body. I close my eyes and wait for the impact, and when it comes, it's not what I expected. Instead of getting hit on my head and having all my bones crushed to death, I'm tackled in my side and slam onto the ground only a few feet away from the light that had now been shattered into millions of pieces. I stare at it before realizing what had just happened. I looked at the dark haired mister who knocked me out of the way from certain death.

"You idiot, you could've gotten killed!" I yelled at him, still angry from earlier even though he just saved my goddamn life.

"You were the one who didn't move out from under the light," he said back. I stared at him, my eyebrows furrowed, which he gladly returned. I hated how he never yelled at me. I guess in some ways it's good, but whenever he's frustrated or mad, he never raises his voice and it makes me feel worse. But now was not the time for me to be thinking about this.

"Shut up." I said back before getting up and looking down, seeing broken glass clinging onto my black v-neck t-shirt. I began to brush it off only to be pulled back into Fang's body. "What do you think you're doing, Fang?" I said angrily, he was in no position to be trying to do that at this time. He let go of me and leaned down so we were eye-to-eye.

"You were in the open space, Maximum." he replied. "Next time, I suggest making sure you're not in the perfect place to get shot at before you worry about your clothes and proceed to yell at me." He looked right into my eyes, and getting enchanted with his beautiful, dark chocolate, brown eyes, I nearly melted, but I couldn't. Not right now. I turned away and leaned my shoulder against the pillar, arms crossed with my back facing Fang.

Before I knew it, a fist whipped around the corner and hit me square in the nose. My head snapped back at the impact and closing my eyes, I grabbed my nose with both hands, already feeling the blood rushing out. "Owwwww," I groaned, my voice nasally from pinching my nose. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Fang wrestling with another guy. But the thing is, this other guy looked familiar.
"Traitor!" I heard Fang call the man underneath him as he punched him. I knew that sandy blonde hair. I recognized the shark-tooth necklace dangling on the side of the man's. I knew the sea-green eyes, one of whose surrounding was blackened from the time I punched it.

"Does Angel know?" I asked him once Fang had him pinned down, nearing unconsciousness. He didn't answer. "Does Angel know?" I asked again, more force behind my voice rather than dubious, as it had been before.

"No. She doesn't know anything." Ari managed to wheeze out.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Why else?" he spat out, splatters of blood came out of his mouth as he did so. I kicked him in the head just enough to knock him out.

I looked at Fang, feeling a bit of sympathy for him at that moment even though he would tell me not to. He hates it when people feel sympathetic for him. Ari was the closest thing he had to a best guy friend and now it turns out he's working for the people who are trying to kill him.

"Fang…"

"Don't." I listened to the silence around us that was full of anger and confusion. The silence.

"It's quiet." I said, taking out my phone and calling Nudge again. No answer. I called again with no more luck than before. "Something's wrong."

"Something's definitely wrong, but not for us." I began to turn my head before getting caught in a headlock, my head being pushed back into a man's chest. I grab the arm trying to pull it off, but the man is much stronger than me. "Just something wrong for you."

"Let her go."

"I don't think I will unless you want to take her place. Well, either way you'll both die. My men are wiring up the explosives to the barrels and barrels of gun powder as we speak."

"Why would you blow up this place? This is your factory, this is where you make all your money, literally."

"We have what we want, now we get rid of this site before a real threat tracks it down and move on to the next." I see Fang's jaw tighten. I cautiously move my left arm to the rim of my pants near my hipbone, rolling up my shirt, revealing the small knife to Fang. I know he catches on when, keeping his face emotionless, he tells Jeb "Fine, kill her. She was just part of my cover anyway. As a matter of fact do you have any popcorn?"

I whip out the knife and stab Jeb in the hand, dragging the blade down his arm all the way to his elbow. He screams out in pain as I yell to Fang, "Go! I'm right behind you!" As we run towards the nearest exit, I stop in my tracks. There are bodies everywhere, some in multicolored, tattered clothing, but most of them in all black. I also see most of the doors blocked by barrels of gunpowder, all with wires and sticks of dynamite duct taped to them. I close my eyes for only a moment because that's all the time I have before taking off again towards the door. Luckily our exit was still left untouched – probably meant to be part of the escape route for when they finished hooking up all the other doors. I see Fang running towards the black SUV we drove here in, a good 800 meters away, evidently I took a longer time looking at everything than I'd thought, not seeming to have noticed I'm not actually right behind him quite yet.

I reach the doorframe when I feel a pain in my left shoulder blade. I place my left hand over where I'd just been shot and turn around to see Jeb reloading his gun; apparently he's good with injuries and ignoring the pain. Or he really wants me dead and is willing to ignore the pain just to kill me. Either way, I'm not in a good position. I don't have enough energy or time to run all the way to the car before Jeb gets the chance to shoot and kill me in the head, and I don't want him and Fang getting into a brawl.

I close my eyes as it dawns on me. I turn to see Fang beginning to run back here all the way out from the SUV.

"Fang go back to the car and drive away." I yell at him as loud as I can before slamming the door shut. I know I have to move quickly at this point before he can come close enough to do something or get caught by the flame.

I kick a bunch of small and medium sized crates sitting close to me so they create a small barrier between Jeb and me. I run to the left, knowing there's a door near-by, probably still getting wired with the dynamite. I soon see the barrels in a neat crescent around the door, two men duct taping the dynamite sticks to it. They turn around as I pull out my revolver that was tucked into the back of my jeans and I quickly shoot them before they can do the same to me. I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea that I've taken someone's life away. I don't think anyone does.

I point the revolver at the barrels, I know Jeb is close by, and Fang is probably nearing the building as well. I close my eyes for a moment, flashing back to my life before all of these complicated things came into my life. Before all of the illegal things, before I was told about Fang's father's secret organization… before i met Fang. I began remembering the first time I met him, before everything got.. complicated.

Now, I know you can't really have those "flashback" things in the middle of a "panic" situation like that, but she is okay. ^^
I know it's short, but i've got lots of things to do, so i think it's a decent glob of words.
If i've missed a name or you see one you dont recognize, please tell me so i can fix it!

Reviews are always welcome and I'll "see" you guys soon!

xx
Silverstream