Shoot to Kill
Sam sat with his head in his hands, trying to come up with a plan. Blaine stayed off to the side, looking from Kurt to Sam to Drake and then back to Kurt. And Kurt? He was sitting on the floor, scrubbing at a few blood spots that had dripped from his arm earlier. He wasn't just doing that though, he was also trying to work out a plan himself, but for the most part he was leaving that to Sam.
"Okay, here is what we're going to do. Blaine, run down to the office and pay for two more nights, stressing that this room is not to be disturbed for any reason. Kurt, you said that his gun got knocked out of his hand? Take a phone to use as a flashlight and go look for it. Take your gun though, just to be safe. I'm going to clean up here, clean up the blood." Kurt stood up, depositing his cloth into Sam's hand and grabbed the gun that Sam had been holding out to him.
He then moved over to where Blaine was checking his wallet for Jeremy Right's credit card. He was distracted so Kurt reached into his jacket pockets, trying to find his phone. Blaine was startled, jumping back and laughing nervously, sticking his hand into his front pants pocket and pulling it out.
"That was my next guess." They nodded and headed out of the room together, Kurt shooting a look to Sam that probably meant that he better have a damn good plan, and walked down the long pathway side by side. And in silence.
When they approached the office, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it. In the time between Kurt finding out that Carlson had put a hit out on him and now, Blaine had calmed down a lot. He was a little more levelheaded, although Sam might have mentioned something about having to slap Blaine to get him to focus.
They separated, Blaine going into the office and Kurt rushing down to the gravel path where him and Drake had been standing not an hour ago. Once he was about to the place of the scuffle, as seen by the scatter of the gravel, he opened the cell phone to look around. He stayed out there for ten minutes looking, jumping at every sound and checking to make sure his gun was still tucked in his waistband, before he finally found the gun. It was half covered in a bush, but he picked it up and tucked it into his pants with his gun and headed back towards the room.
Stepping inside, Kurt was sure he had missed something. Blaine was trying to make the bed without a topsheet and Sam was packing all of his bags. Most notably was that Drake was nowhere to be seen.
"Someone want to clue me in on the punchline?" Same looked up and pointed to the closed bathroom door. Even though he could guess what was going on, he moved to the door and opened it, seeing the still unconscious Drake gagged and placed in the shower.
"We're going to leave him in here and we're hitting the road. Ohio bound." Kurt turned around so fast that he almost lost his footing, staring hard at Sam who was still focused on his packing. It looked like he was mostly done and just ignoring Kurt's gaze at this point.
It was a big decision, and since Sam did put it in the plural, Kurt was actually completely floored. Sam was going back to the one state that he had promised never to set foot in again, and he was doing it for Kurt. The sense of brotherly love that came over Kurt at that was almost too much, so instead he moved to where his bags were on the floor and grabbed his messenger bag, checking to see if he needed anything from there. He pulled Drake's gun out and weighed it before putting it on the bed next to Sam and moving back to where Blaine was perfecting the hospital corners on the other bed.
As they all grabbed their bags and moved to the cars, it seemed unspoken that Kurt would ride with Blaine. Sam shook his cell phone at them and then grabbed one of the maps from Blaine before getting into his Lulu, starting the car with a horrible groaning sound.
When they sat in the car, Kurt in the driver seat and Blaine shifting, Kurt waited to turn on the car. He needed to clear something up first.
"You don't have to come with us Blaine, this isn't going to be a walk through the park. This? This is probably just the beginning." He motioned to his injured arm, which still hurt to move but he was pushing through it.
"I want to." That was all he said and Kurt, after waiting a moment for more, turned the key in the ignition and backed out of the parking space, following Sam out of the area.
Sam would call every now and then, giving them a few ideas of what they could do once they hit Ohio. The company was situated outside of Lima, so that was their destination. All three of them were tired and they had seven hours ahead of them, but the adrenaline of what they were going to do was making it so that none of them were able to even think about sleep.
They were thirty minutes outside of their destination, the sun starting to rise, when they pulled into a run down looking gas station. They relieved their bladders, grabbing something to eat as they paid for gas, and all huddled outside of Blaine's car to talk last minute plan.
"If I may ask before we start on this, what's going to happen to that Drake guy?" Kurt and Sam glanced at each other and shrugged.
"Well he'll be pissed off, but he'll get out of there before the two days that you paid for. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already out of there." Blaine nodded and then made a motion so that the two of them could go back to planning.
"So I'm thinking this is what we'll do. Drive to just outside of the compound, walk from there. It's a free for all on you Kurt, but I have a feeling that they'll probably let us through the building. If not, we have guns and no one is allowed to carry in the building still, right?" Kurt nodded and leaned against the car, trying to figure out the best way in.
"The side door isn't guarded because you normally have to go through two gates and guards in the front, but if we climb the side gate, we should be able to get in there no problem. They won't be expecting you, and no one has seen you since what happened, so if you go in first and I follow, we should be able to catch them off guard for the most part."
"What about me?" Kurt and Sam both turned to look at Blaine at that, with Kurt stepping forward and resting his hand on Blaine's arm.
"This isn't the place for you Blaine. These men are trained to kill." Blaine pulled his arm back, looking offended.
"You can't expect me to wait in the car while you go in there and do something stupid. Besides, you said that no one is allowed to carry guns in the building? We have the advantage." Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Sam butt in first.
"Just because they don't have guns doesn't mean they couldn't kill you in a matter of minutes. However... I think he should come Kurt. He's way too obviously an outsider and being in there, people will be more hesitant to start something, or do something stupid since he doesn't have a hit on him."
"So you want to use him as a human shield?" Kurt swung around, incredulous and a little angry at that thought.
"I'm okay with that." Kurt turned to Blaine, a little more incredulous than before, but shut his mouth. He knew that it was a good idea, with Sam's reasoning. And he knew that if things were reversed and Kurt was in Blaine's shoes, he would be exactly the same way.
He took a step forward and pulled his gun out of his waistband, thrusting it at Blaine as he did so. Blaine stared down at it for a second before wrapping his hand around it, inspecting it and trying to get used to the weight of it in his hand.
"You keep that with you at all times, but don't use it unless you have to. And Blaine? If you have to use it, remember... you don't shoot to wound." Blaine nodded and then looked at Sam. He nodded as well before turning to his car.
"You lead the way to the side gate." Kurt got into the driver's seat, Blaine sliding into the passenger seat quickly, and waited for Sam to get situated in his own car before leaving the gas station parking lot.
"It's not that I don't think you could handle yourself Blaine, not that I think I have to protect you or that you're weak. It's just that I know these people, I know a little of what to expect and... and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Blaine reached over with his left hand and grasped Kurt's right, squeezing tightly. Kurt shot him a smile, his eyes flicking down to where Blaine's own right hand was wrapped tightly around the gun.
"I know Kurt, just like I don't want anything to happen to you. But if I'm using your gun, what are you going to use?" Kurt smiled, releasing Blaine's hand and tretching behind him to fumble in the messenger bag that he had tossed in the back seat. It was dangerous and he had to just drive with his knee for a moment so that he could grasp what he was looking for.
The gun looked exactly like the one that was sitting in Blaine's lap, which made Blaine raise an eyebrow at it and then to Kurt.
"Has that been in there this whole time?" Kurt laughed, reaching over and grabbing Blaine's hand again.
"I may not be a boy scout, but I always come prepared." Blaine laughed, turning his hand around so that he could link his fingers with Kurt's and leaned back into his seat, staring at the road.
They lapsed into silence from there, with Kurt paying complete attention to the road and every now and then checking his rearview mirror to make sure Sam was still back there. The first glimpse of the familiar trees that bordered the compound told Kurt it was time to pull over, driving into a deserted area and parking just far enough away from the main road that the cars would be hidden.
"Listen, no matter what happens in there... stay near me okay? We'll get out of this together." Kurt refused to release Blaine's hand, tightening his fingers as he spoke. Instead of answering, Blaine leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Kurt's. It was soft and sweet at first but Kurt was having none of that, not if there was even the tiniest possibility that this would be their last kiss. Instead he used his free hand to pull on Blaine's jacket, pulling him closer. Their tongues met in the middle and Kurt felt the moan that Blaine let out into their mouths, smiling against the vibration.
As they stepped out of the car afterwards, Sam was already heading their way, carrying a smaller duffle bag over his shoulder. When Kurt gave it a pointed glance, Sam shrugged and forced a smile, the cars tightening around his eyes enough for Kurt to know that he was completely uncomfortable.
"Prepare for everything." Blaine smiled, because it was so close to what Kurt had said earlier, but he let the smile fall as they started out of the area and towards the thicker part of the trees. Kurt's gun was tucked in his waistband again while Blaine had tucked his gun into his jacket pocket, his hand in there and probably gripped tightly around it.
They walked for quite a while before they came upon the first gate, a chain link fence that was only seven or eight feet tall. First over was Kurt, wincing as he pulled up with his bad arm. It wasn't that hard, because there wasn't barbed wire at the top or anything, but it still put a lot of strain on his already burning bullet wound. Next came Blaine, struggling a bit at the top. He almost fell completely but was able to get a better grip and climb down with little more grace than he had climbed up with. Sam threw his duffle bag over, with Blaine catching it before it hit the ground, and started to climb himself.
"What's the next gate like?" He was halfway up when he asked that, rolling his shoulder as he continued up.
"Ten or twelve feet tall, metal criss cross, barbed on the top. You wouldn't happen to have a pair of barbed wire cutters in that bag, would you?" Sam had just swung his leg over the top and was about to swing the other, but stopped at that and gave Kurt a look that clearly said 'you'd be surprised' before continuing.
Once down, they continued through the trees. Sam asked if they every had people patrolling the area and Kurt laughed, stating that they had only a few guards on call and those were in the front of the area, the only place to drive through.
"We've gotten kids past the first gate but none over the second, oddly enough. It might have changed recently though. I'm just saying, when we get over this next gate, we should just prepare and be focused. It's a straight shot to the side door and once in there, we'll be surrounded."
Everyone understood the severity of the situation because as they approached the next gate, they all checked their weapons. Sam had hidden his stolen gun in his bag and brought it out, clicking off the safety, and sticking it into his pocket as they tried to figure out which way to go first.
It turned into a "who is a better climber?" debate and finally it was decided that they would stick with the same order from before, Kurt first and Blaine after him, with Sam bringing up the rear. Kurt was wincing while climbing again, using the intersecting metal bars to heave himself upwards, and at the top he told Sam to throw up the barbed wire cutters. He made short work of the barbed wire, tossing the cutters back down once there was an area big enough for them to climb over.
Blaine was next, after Kurt hit the ground. He once again fumbled at the top, teetering just a bit before regaining his balance and climbing down. Sam was next, throwing the bag once more before following their path upwards. At the top, he glanced over at the building that was just a little ways away, looking back down the way he came like he was going to turn back, before climbing down and dropping off next to Kurt.
"You don't have to do this for me Sam. I can handle it." Sam shook his head, collecting the bag from Blaine and draping it over his shoulder again.
"You stood up for me on more than one occasion, I'm doing this. Just afterwards, don't expect me to linger. I'll do this and then I'm out of Ohio." Kurt nodded, glancing at Blaine quickly before making his way towards the building. There, Sam made Kurt and Blaine stand watch while he went through his bag and pulled out his lock picking equipment.
"See, you need me. You forgot your's in your bag." Blaine glanced at all of the small tools and then looked at Kurt, a smiling tugging at his lips.
"Boy scout." Sam shook his head as he turned towards the locks.
"Fuck you both, I was an Eagle Scout."
When the door opened and they stepped through, Kurt couldn't help but take a deep breath and hold it in for a moment. He was waiting for something, for someone to burst through any of the doors in the hallway they were standing in and attack them. When no one did, they shut the door and started towards the end of the hall.
Through the door there, they would have to go up two flights of stairs and down various hallways to get to Carlson's office. They would encounter at least a dozen of the employees, all of which would be aware that Kurt was undesirable number one right now, all of which would be more than willing to collect whatever sum was on his head. Not to mention that if they got past everyone there, they would have to get to Carlson and make him take the hit off.
They might not have thought this through completely.
A/N: It literally took me over 12 hours to write this chapter. Sorry about the wait. I've been have a hectic few days, between babysitting and going to the hospital. The plus side is that there will be another chapter after this, so expect it to end around 22 chapters. Also, please do me a favor and let me know: Would you be interested in a sequel, told from Blaine's pov instead of Kurt's, based a few months or so later? I have a mild plotline for it right now but I don't want to start it unless I know people will read it.
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