This chapter is about infiltrating, and finding Amber. Hope you find it exciting! I've been wanting to have this chapter for a while, but my other story kept me distracted. Please read it. Also, Comment and Review.
The rain poured. Lightning cracked in the distance. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Darkness covered the world. Humidity held to the air. My clothes hung on my body. Binoculars showed the landscape around. Guards stood at each corner of the square fence. A concrete path led from the fence. It winded down to the front porch. The grass hugged the ground with rain bullying it. Two guards walked down the path. Their muddy shoes covered the concrete. They made slight conversation, but the dialogue was lost to me. Black rose up from their forms. Their stench caused my gag reflex from this distance. The binoculars were placed in the one strap bag. Daggers were felt by the hips. One rested in a holster on each strap. The walkie talkie cracked with noise, before Dean's voice sounded.
"You got your daggers?"
"Yes mother." He continued on ignoring the remark."
"Your pistol with rock salt?"
"Yep."
"Extra magazine?"
"Yes."
"Holy water, and salt bag?"
"Yes, you got The Colt? With your pistol too?"
"Yes mother, Sam's got the knife with a pistol as well."
"Okay see you in a minute." The buttons containing my daggers were unlocked. My hands gripped the handles. They twirled expertly in my fingers. My eyelids closed. The man in the bottom - corner came to mind. When my eyes reopened, the man stood in front of me. My blades slid across his neck. He dropped his Uzi and began to hold his throat. Blood flowed on to the ground. His body flashed with light. I threw his face to the ground. He stopped moving. The corpse easily sat on my shoulder he landed in the corner. The Uzi with the clip was placed in the bag in case for later use. The process repeated for each man in the corner. The clips from their guns was placed in a easy to reach pocket. Attention drew to the guards walking under the pavilion. A small camera came from from my hoodie pocket. My eyes swept the area for security cameras. One was on each lamppost. The camera was placed back into my pocket. Then a small toy gun. A smirk was produced on my face with remembrance of this tool. Sam had suggested that we improve a toy gun to shoot darts. The darts could keep people from seeing your actions on monitors. Rubber darts were taken out of one of the multiple pockets that covered my black attire. The dart clicked into place. The viewers were rendered useless quickly. The guards paid no attention. Then a dagger slid back into the calluses of my right hand. I avoided the concrete like the plague. The left guard stopped to observe the creator of the rustling of the grass I had created. He didn't see me stalking him. They resumed their half - hearted patrol. The distance between the man closest to my side of the concrete grew smaller with each step I took. Eventually light from the post was all that separated us. My steps rapidly had me behind him. His back was all that was visible. My hand grabbed his face while the knife slit his thick throat. Blood flowed through the gap in my fingers. He was efficiently dragged out of visibility. The other man continued walking. He continued the now one - sided conversation. He didn't stop until his formerly alive friend didn't respond. By the time he turned, he got hit by the force of steamroller. The knife flew into the center of his forehead. The force of my knees on his chest caused him to fall on the ground. My hand covered the back of his head to prevent damage to the other side of the skull. The body landed with a thud. My hand stung even with fingerless glove protecting the back of my hand. The dagger was placed back into its holder. The legs were grabbed. Lightning struck as he was placed by his friend. I brought a small tracker from another pocket. It's switch was flipped to show Dean where the bodies were. I jogged in a crouch towards the mansion. Nervousness stirred in my stomach.
(Where is he?)The thought popped. A window covered each side of the house. My scouting showed an dark hallway where I could enter. Only one or two guards were visible. There was no sign of Amber. I chose the dark hallway. The window opened smoothly. I jumped in. My legs tensed from the impact. The darkness soon covered me.
(This is too easy.) Careful steps led to stairs. Each step came closer to the second floor. A conversation was heard to the left. I stepped into a closet. The Uzi was checked and taken off safety with the pistol as well. I followed the voices. The voices ended at two large mahogany doors. The wood was well lacquered. It shine with the artificial lights. A dagger was placed in a hand with the pistol in the left. The door eased opened with not as much as a sound. The room before me was large. A office desk sat near a window. A man had his legs lying on the window seal with his chair leaning against the desk. His arms were bent towards the back of his head. My steps were light on the floor as I snuck towards the man. The doors slammed behind me. I jerked to face the disturbance. My hand squeezed the trigger. Before I could fire a shot, the gun was sent to the ground. The knife swung towards the air right after the next. The knife landed like my other weapon. Air flew to my shoulder. My forearm rose to block the incoming attacked. The blow landed right as predicted.
A softer blow landed on the middle of my left calf. My legs flew to the side. My momentum was redirected into a side flip to where my feet landed back on the ground. Air was felt at the small of my back. A combat roll was executed to avoid the attack. My right leg swung back in a arc to trip my unknown attacker. My leg sweep felt nothing. A flash of air was sensed along my neck. I jumped to perform my back flip. My knees tucked into my gut with my arms wrapped around them. Halfway through, a powerful kick sent me flying to the doors. My back crashed against the door. My vision grew fuzzy. A outline of someone approached from across the room. Heels clicked. The details grew more distinct as the person came closer. The person was a she. Her hair was dyed a purplish - red. Her chest protruded outwards. She wore a thin half - zipped Aeropostale hoodie with a red t - shirt underneath. Her jeans were loose around the ankles, but they grew thinner nearer to her hips. They easily reflected her figure. Black combat boots came up to her ankles. The back of the heel had an extra inch or so. She was stunning to say the least. Her face stirred memories. Then it popped.
"Amber? What...the Hell...are you doing?," I questioned between gasps. She pulled me up by the jacket. Her lips touched mine roughly. My body started to get warmer. She wrapped her arms around my neck. My arms took control and intertwined around her hips. She then stopped touching my lips.
"What took you so long?," she asked jokingly.
"Uh," my brain had stopped functioning for a few seconds. Her perfume went in my nose. I coughed away from her. She let go.
"Way to spoil the moment," her teasing continued. This time I wrapped her in a gigantic hug, not enough to squeeze the breath out of her.
"I missed you," I cheesily said. Sobs threatened to come out of my throat. She obviously sensed my distress.
"We can make up later, right now we need to get out of here." Our hug ceased. I started to gather my things on the floor.
"Sam and Dean are waiting for us, but first I need to find Crowley." Suddenly a sharp air hit my head. Then a painful hit sent me sprawling. The floor met my back. My head came with it. Then everything got fuzzy. Amber was sitting on me. She leanedleaned over. She whispered something in my ear.
"I know, that's why I came." She leaned out to make eye contact. Her green eyes was swallowed by black. Then they flashed. Her hand rose slowly in a fist. Then her hand swung to my temple.
