CHAPTER 29
"Oh my god," a few people muttered as they approached the smashed body of Jasper Sitwell.
"Someone call 911!" A masculine voice called out from the crowd.
Panic flowed through her as she scanned her surroundings . She needed to get out of there before someone recognized her. Allie slipped herself away from the crowd as the sound of car tires screeched and metal clashed from the bridge above them. As she headed toward a stoplight where a bus idled across from her, images flashed before her eyes. She began to perspire as the adrenaline coursed it's way through her veins.
"Hey!" She hollered as she sprinted back to the crowd. "Everyone move! Get out of here!"
Heads turned toward Allie's direction. Some knitted their eyebrows together in confusion and others looked at each other.
"All of you need to get out of the way, it's not safe here!" she exclaimed with an alarmed tone.
Before anyone could react or say anything, as the same bus, she spotted before gradually made a left turn, a body slammed into the said bus which caused it to swerve and collide with a truck. Shards of glass and metal flew in different directions from the force of the two vehicles colliding together. Fear, anxiety, and other emotions she couldn't recognize, flooded her body. For a moment, the only thing she could hear was sound of her own heartbeat and suddenly she was flat on her stomach as her numb body lay in the middle of the street. She didn't know how she got there, but at this point it didn't matter. She needed to get to safety.
She slowly pushed herself off the ground when her hearing came back. The sound of screams and sirens were faint at first and there was a hum. 'Fuck, how hard did I hit my head?' She asked herself as she stood and checked her surroundings. Her hearing gradually came back as the ambulance appeared before her. Paramedics rushed to aid injured victims and gun shots echoed close by.
The Asset was annoyed by the redheaded woman. He was sent to find Allie, and that's all he wanted. However, this woman was more of a distraction than the two other men that accompanied her. He held his post as he peered over the bridge and scanned his surroundings carefully. He made sure to pay extra attention to any shadow or movement. Then, he saw her. Only for a moment, he felt as though the world stopped spinning. Everything around her dulled and he felt as though he were stuck in a tunnel. A half a millisecond, he lowered his gun as he and Allie locked eyes. Instantly, he heard quiet gunshots from a distance and felt a bullet collide with his goggles. Instinctively, he turned his body around and leaned against the divider of the bridge. He glared into the distance as he took off his goggles.
"You don't understand," Allie tried to explain herself to the persistent paramedic. "I need to get out of here."
"But, miss-" he began in a concerned manner. "You're bleeding."
She looked at the man, confused. She realized she felt something drip down the left side of her cheek. She quickly brushed it off with her left hand and felt a warm, sticky substance on her temple. He peered down on the hand that rubbed her face and noticed a smudge of blood. Before she could gather the events that happened moments ago, she heard someone call out her name.
As Natasha approached the pale, bronze haired girl who stood next to the ambulance she stretched her arms out and grabbed her shoulders. "You need to get yourself out of here!" She exclaimed as she shook Allie with little force.
She looked past Natasha with wide eyes. The redhead turned her head around to see the winter soldier aimlessly shooting below him. Natasha pushed Allie on the other side of the ambulance and shot two guns at the winter soldier. When she ran out of bullets, Natasha hid next to Allie as the soldier shot his ammo. Natasha pushed the other woman and urged her to run forward as bullets shot at their feet.
The Asset watched the two women run away. "Ya budu zabotit'sya o ney. Nayti yego," (I'll take care of her. Find him.) the Asset muttered in Russian to the agent next to him before he jumped off the bridge and landed on a hood of a car.
As he coursed his way through the street to the two women, a police car sped it's way toward him. Before it could get close enough, he shot a rocket launcher at the car, which exploded as it continued to make it's way down the street and crashed into a parked car.
Allie felt as though her lungs would collapse from the lack of oxygen. "Fuck me. I gotta quit smoking," she panted as she rested herself behind a car.
"Stay here, while I distract him," Natasha ordered as she sprinted off.
Allie did as she was told and stayed put.
AN: Thank you everyone! Comments are appreciated as always. So sorry this chapter was so short, but I promise to write another ASAP!
