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Chapter 6.
"I hate subways."
Carina, Chuck and Susan were huddled together heading towards the next stop, their sports bags full of weapons knocking against each other slightly as the underground train shot through the tunnels and the passengers were thrown around a little. Carina was currently squished up against the door and Chuck.
"Carina, what don't you hate?" Chuck asked, rolling his eyes, nervousness and the pre mission jitters filling his body as he felt the train beginning to slow down. Placing his hand in his pocked he dialled a code into the device that had once belonged to his father. In a minute, every camera in their vicinity would go down.
"Sex, cocktails, sun, sea, beaches." Carina told him, "On a hot desert island away from everything."
"Point taken." Chuck muttered, "Well you're not the only one who needs a long holiday after this."
The train stopped and the three of the blended into the traffic coming off the train and headed towards a service door that they'd seen on the plans from earlier. Using a code breaker they unlocked the door and headed through, undetected.
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"Look at this." Mary pulled up a screen shot.
"What is it?" Sarah asked, looking at the three figures.
"The cameras surrounding the subway entrance went down a few seconds ago, I back tracked where the train came from and look who's getting on." Mary smiled at this.
"Chuck..." Sarah whispered, she'd know his face anywhere, "But I thought you didn't send the message yet...?"
"I haven't." Mary told her.
"Send him one now then," Sarah smiled, "With where we are, by the time your computer shuts down they'll have bigger things to worry about."
"Good point." Mary nodded, pulling up the program and typing in the number they'd got for the phone, "What do we say?"
"Chuck, third floor, second room." Sarah said, thinking of the many things she could say to convince him it was really her sending the text and not a trap.
Just as Sarah was about to say something, an explosion rocked the building.
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"So much for an undetected entrance!" Carina shouted over the noise of destruction, as she stepped through the large door they'd just had to blow off its hinges to get through.
"This is much more dramatic." Chuck grinned, pulling out his gun.
Today was not a day of tranq guns.
"If you don't want to kill them aim for their legs." Carina muttered as if she'd read his mind.
"If these are the people who've had Sarah and my mother then I won't be aiming for their legs." Chuck growled.
"Don't lose yourself." Carina replied.
They headed down the corridor and took the corner, quickly diving for cover. The first line of resistance had arrived. Heavily armed.
The fight had started.
Chuck picked them off the flies, his intersect turning him into the dream agent every agency wanted working for them while Carina took down an equal amount with Susan helping out with numbers. They pressed forward. Moving further into the building that resembled the CIA facilities that were placed in all city centres.
"Chuck!"
Chuck's head whipped around to where Carina had called out. She tossed him the phone they'd taken from Edwards with an open message, "It could be a trap."
"'Third floor' It's not exactly descript." Chuck started before catching a link at the bottom of the message and clicking it.
Feeling Good began to play.
"What the hell?" Carina asked curiously, looking at the phone in confusion.
"It's our song, it's not a trap." Chuck called, "Come on!" He called, leading the group away.
"Shit!" Chuck shouted as they were met with more guards. How big of an army did this place have? A bullet buried itself an inch away from where Carina had been stood and anger flared through Chuck once more. He was not loosing anyone else.
Ever again.
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The door banged open and Jake came running in. Jake, the guard who showed them compassion. Jake, the young man with responsibilities past his age. Jake, who was carrying an extra gun.
"Come on!" He called, urging them to get up, "This is the only chance you're ever going to get."
"What...?" Sarah looking in confusion, still not moving.
"Move!" He said, passing her the gun, "How's your shoulder?" He asked as he practically dragged them out the room.
"Fine." Sarah replied shortly, following Jake down the corridor and towards the stairs on the other side.
"You don't look fine." He muttered, "Hold on." He stopped and moved towards Sarah, "Let me take a look."
"What? No." Sarah protested.
"For god's sake, the building's being attacked, it's not an excuse to check you out!" Jake rolled his eyes, "I want to see how bad it is."
Sarah reluctantly let him look at the wound. He was muttering to himself as he took in the inflamed skin and the blood that was oozing, granted much more slowly than at first, from her shoulder.
"OK, try not and aggravate it much more." Jake told her.
"Jake?" Two guards ran up to them, they'd been there for as long as Sarah could remember, never afraid to do the group's dirty work, "What are you doing?"
"Taking them back to their room." Jake lied quickly.
"We were told to leave them where they were." He was eyeing Jake suspiciously when the other caught sight of it.
The gun in Sarah's hand.
"She's got a gun" One of the exclaimed.
Sarah reacted with instinct, something she's long thought she'd lost as she pulled the trigger twice, dropping the two guards instantly. The recoil from the gun was much stronger and more painful than she could remember, the noise louder and the object heavier. Small things that she'd forgotten. Yet the technique that had been drilled into her brain for hours on end before being used to save her life on numerous occasions remained intact. Her shot still had a reasonable degree of accuracy while her whole arm throbbed from the motion.
"I think that counts as aggravating it." Mary muttered.
"Come on!" Jake insisted, leading them away from the two dead bodies.
"How do you plan on getting out?" Mary asked in an urgent tone as she heard gunfire from the floors below.
"We join the fight, it's our only chance." Jake told them, "Whoever's attacking has to come up the stairs, in the event of something like this, the elevators are shut down."
"Where's the nearest stairs?" Sarah asked, pain beginning to show through her voice and ragged breathing.
"Not far, at the end on the corridor." Jake told them, peering around the corner to see what looked to be the whole of The Fornax groups defence guarding the stairs from both direction.
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Chuck, Carina and Susan made it to the stairs barely, leaving a trail of dead or unconscious guards and agents behind them.
"Are you ok?" Chuck asked Carina, who'd had a bullet slice by her arm, mearing cutting it, missing impact by millimetres.
"I'm fine." She insisted as she paused for breath, "Whether the text was a trap of not, you know the whole of this places' small army's going to be waiting for us on the third floor."
"I know." Chuck muttered.
Gunshots began to ring out from two floors above them.
"A diversion, perfect." Carina muttered, sprinting up two flights of stairs, "Ready?" She asked, looking as Chuck pulled out both a stun and smoke grenade, preparing them while Carina sent a text.
'Back up.'
"Go." Chuck nodded, allowing Carina to open the door while he rolled the grenades into the mass of guards. The flattened themselves against the wall as the went off before diving into the mix. The guards had turned, focusing on the figures that had been at the opposite end before the explosions had hit, rendering them in a state of complete confusion. Chuck used this to use hand to hand combat to take them down.
Guns were too risky.
Something hit Chuck hard around the face and he stumbled. Quickly flashing and engaging the attacker in combat, taking the down quickly. One by one Chuck expertly took down the guards in his path.
The smoke had been a good idea.
She was thinking this as she used the stolen knife from the guard to take down another one. She recognised him; he'd been one of the ones that had helped interrogate her in her first weeks in the facility. She was unnerved at the fact she felt a sick sort of pleasure in the fact. Her wound was punishment enough. With every movement the open hole was protesting fiercely. It was hard to defend herself, while she remembered the motions that had saved her life on numerous occasions, she lacked the power to block and punch that she'd once had. Her blocks hurt and were mainly ineffective while her punches caused no damage. Shooting was easier but impossible in the smoke; she could hit Jake or Mary.
Or Chuck.
Chuck. Her Chuck was possibly metres away from her, fighting to free her. Did he know she was so close?
Instinct that had taken a lifetime to perfect told her to duck.
The bullet whizzed over her head and into the wall behind her as she tossed the knife at the offending guard. Watching him crumble instantly, the knife protruding out of his burly neck. She wasted no time pulling it out.
It was her only defence.
The smoke was beginning to thin while the effects of the flashbang were wearing off. She could see Mary take down on e of the men she knew was an agent for the group and felt a sense of pride. Her eyes searched for Jake, the young guard that had showed them kindness. He was slumped against a wall.
It was too like the position Bryce had been in and for a second his face had been replaced by Bryce's.
"Jake." She hurried over, and helped him sit further up.
"I'm fine." He muttered, pressing down to a wound on his side, "It's gone straight through, nothing major."
"There's a lot of blood." She told him, "Keep pressure on it."
"You're supposed to be not aggravating yours." Jake shot back, looking at Sarah's t-shirt that was almost completely stained by her own blood.
"Well that didn't work very long." Sarah muttered.
"Look out!" Jake shouted, as Sarah turned to be knocked over by a kick to the head.
Pain engulfed Sarah while spots filled her vision as she reeled from the kick, rolling over so she was on her back. She'd leant long ago that you never roll onto your stomach and show your back to the attacker. Instead she kicked out with her legs, trying, in vain to fend the larger man off. She knew him, he was another agent for the company. A good agent.
The smoke was clearing
Chuck quickly dropped the closest man and saw him. He was stood over someone, his gun out and trained on the person lying on the ground.
The woman.
Blood was pumping through his ears. Fury pulsed through his veins.
The air seemed to have chilled as everything was moving at a slower pace.
A shot rang out.
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