Crrck..Snap!
That was all that was heard from the guard once Nick got his hands around his neck.
"Alright. Let's go. They're probably looking for us right now."
Coach came around the corner and stared at the dead body. "Dang, Nick. Badass isn't the word, fo'sho."
The gambler grinned and continued his walk down the now empty hallway.
The older man stared at the signs they walked based. "Wouldn't it be easier if you did the same thing to a nurse and got an exact idea on where were going?"
"You tell me. I don't plan on grabbing attention from the dead bodies lying around and the fact that they would have realized I'm gone." Nick said with his annoyed tone of voice.
Coach didn't care much of his reply.
The gambler stopped infront of a door with a small window and peered inside. The man grinned to himself not realizing he was actually doing it.
"So I take it he's in there?" The olderman said trying to overcome a chuckle.
"Screw you, ass-clown." Nick said, peeling his eyes off of the boy that laid inside the room. "There's about four doctors in there, one guard, and one hell of an emergency button." The gambler smirked. "Did I mention the magnum that guard has?" Nick let out a forced laugh.
Coach eyed the man. "You must really like this young'un."
Nick glanced at the door that held him between his goal. "I guess I do." and without warning he kicked open the door and stormed in taking on the armed guard.
The gambler knee'd the guard in his stomach causing him to double over. The gambler took this as a chance to remove the gun from the guards holster, but failed as the guard regained his stance, slamming his fist into the gambler's jaw.
The gambler growled realizing how the blow affected him because of the taste of blood in his mouth from his now bleeding lip.
The gambler swung a right hook but failed to connect with the guard as he ducked and swiped his legs from underneath him, causing Nick a hard collision with the ground.
While the gambler fell he saw Coach holding one doctor to the wall while another withered under the weight of Coach's foot ontop of her. The other two hid behind a desk afraid they would be attacked as well.
'Thank whatever God their is for Coach's history in football,' Nick noted in his head. He saw the knee that was about to be brought down on his chest and quickly rolled out of the way causing the guard to slam his knee into the ground. The guard fell face forward and grabbed his knee realizing he may have fractured it. The gambler realized his opurtunity and snatched the gun from the guards holster and shot him right in the head.
Coach had finished off the two doctors and dropped the now lifeless one on the ground. "They're two under the desk."
Nick walked over to the desk and shot the two doctors square between the eyes causing blood to splatter on his already messy suit.
Nick walked over to the now empty bed. "GOD DAMN IT! WHERE IS HE?!" The gambler shouted angrily, refusing to let tears stain his eyes.
Coach opened his mouth slightly to reply but stopped and shook his head.
"I'm 'ere." A southern draw came from behind the older man. Nick stepped around Coach to see exactly what he was looking for, _Ellis._
"As well as I." Another voice said causing a raised eyebrow from both Nick and Coach. The woman stepped out from behind the boy.
"Rochelle!" Coach beamed.
"How...did you...?" Nick asked confused.
"Ellis." Rochelle chimmed.
The boy smiled. "It was easy gettin 'er-n-all, since ya'll triggered the silent alarm. They should be done checkin' ya'll roo-"
Nick grabbed the boy's wrist and dragged him knowing the others would follow. "We don't got time for this!"
They truly didn't.
