A/N: Merry Christmas! Lol jk Anyway, I just wanted to gift you guys with another chapter! Although I was feeling really unsure about it, I was able to write it. Idk why I was feeling so weird, but every time I try to write action scenes I just feel like I'll mess it up, or the pacing will be super terrible. Can you guys please tell me what you think of this chapter?
Also thanks again for your reviews and constructive criticism. I know there are a couple loose ends in this story, but I plan to review and edit it when it ends.
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I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS
~Huey~
Time seems to move in slow motion. I can't name a tie I haven't been prepared for something besides now. The pent up anxiety tangles and bunches up into a knot in my stomach, coursing through my veins as it turns to adrenaline. Caesar and I are going to need all the adrenaline our bodies can produce right now. Because if we don't take action within the next thirty seconds, all that we've been fighting for and trying to flee from will be in vain. I can't break that promise I made to my best friend.
I will get justice for you, Cairo.
We're hiding behind a tall and wide metal shelf that reaches the ceiling and is identical to all of the other industrial shelves lining the warehouse. On the shelf that we use as a barricade are a number of boxes filled with bullet proof vests, helmets, two walkie-talkies and all kinds of body armor to aid us in this emergency. Next to the boxes and at the end of the shelf of armor lies a large rectangular safe filled with guns, grenades, tear gas, and various other weapons we'll need to defend ourselves. Sure, we're already holding weapons, but they won't hold us off for long.
There's still a high chance that we won't make it out of this alive-the chance slowly increases as we wait-but it's a worth a try. And I can't say that I truly fought for Cairo, unless I do try.
"We tried to play nice!" I finally recognize the voice as Dick Chambers, a CIA representative and agent. Caesar and I use this time to throw on multiple layers of the bulky body armor as Dick yells into his megaphone. "We tried to make a deal with you two!" he continues. "But you decided to make a dick move and not play by the rules!" It's now difficult for the both of us to move with all the body armor on. I don't even know how the hell we're supposed to make it out of this warehouse. I inch over to the safe and type in the passcode.
*Access Denied!*
Shit! I curse to myself.
"And because of that" -Dick says. The sound of combat boots beating against the floor grows closer- "we have to show you what happens when you try to pull one over on the CIA!"
I type the passcode in again, only to be denied twice. I can feel Caesar growing impatient next to me, his eyes repeatedly switching from me to over his shoulder.
"Huey, c'mon!" he frantically whispers. A salty drop of sweat trickles down my temple as I type to code in again and again.
"I'm trying!" I whisper back.
"It's about to get real messy in here! Ready, men?!" A hundred guns click in a disturbing chorus as the soldiers cock their weapons. My teeth are digging so deeply into my bottom lip that I can taste blood right about now.
I type in the code one last time.
"Aim!"
*Access Granted!*
I force the safe door open and grab at the largest weapon I see. It has an immense amount of ammunition and can keep firing for several minutes. The downside is that it's extremely large and heavy, and my body armor is already weighing me down. I throw Caesar a machine gun identical to my own. We barely have time to turn around and prepare to fight.
"FIRE!"
Bullets spray straight through the cardboard boxes around us, crashing into the metal walls behind us. Some bullets break right through the walls, and a small few beat against our armor.
A fleet of men in military uniforms and armor, holding guns, as well, storm around the shelf to where we are, but it's not long before we split up into opposite directions and crash directly into them. I'm able to knock four of the soldiers rushing toward me clear over with the weight and force of my body armor, enormous machine gun, and large rushes of adrenaline.
I begin to fire at the rest of the soldiers that unsuccessfully try to corner me, their bodies jerking compulsively from the mist of bullets beating them to death. Some of them in the back of the large crowd are able to get a few shots fired at me with their own automatic guns, but it's far from enough to slow me down.
"Fall back!" one of them alerts the others in the rest of the noisy, crowded room. "They're loaded!" he cries before he's taken down, too. The soles of my armored boots are soaked in the blood as I move as quickly as I can around the shelf to meet the other soldiers. Caesar is busy already continuing to fight his way through the herd of men.
The other soldiers quickly hide behind the other shelf, peeking themselves to fire a couple shots at me here and there. I run—as fast as my outerwear will allow me to—past the various rows of shelves, spraying bullets into each one, taking out as many soldiers as I can at once. I lose sight of Caesar as I'm running, but I assume he's doing fine.
"He's getting away!" one of the soldiers shouts behind me. He's one of the few that I missed, and he's joined by nine other surviving soldiers that open fire on me from behind. I keep running as I spray more bullets at them one my way to the stairs.
As I'm going, I'm constantly wondering where Dick is and where his voice was coming from.
Maybe he left as soon as they started firing? I wonder.
I look over my shoulder when I make it to the staircase. Caesar's been knocked over in his restrictive body of bulky armor and is being relentlessly shot at by a group of soldiers, who took advantage of this moment to get him while he's unable to get back up.
"Damn it!" I swear under my breath.
I'm going to have to reload in a couple moments.
I aim at the soldiers and wipe them all out, rushing over to help Caesar. The whole second floor is empty, except for us (and some surviving soldiers who may be hiding out of fear). I fight off the small amount of hope in the back of my mind.
"You okay?" I ask, pulling him up with all my strength. We're both out of breath. I notice his armor is slightly worn down and painted with bullets. We've got to get out of here, and quick if either of us wants to survive.
"Yeah, we gotta keep moving," he says.
I start for the stairs as he follows close behind. I feel stupid for not being more cautious as I trip and fall to the bottom of the stairs, dropping my gun, just as Caesar did previously.
"HUEY!" Caesar exclaims as a whole other hundred soldiers open fire on me.
I can barely even roll over from the weight, the armor being bombarded by the storm of billets attacking it right now. All I can do is look at the ceiling and pray that Caesar is able to get to me in time.
"GET HIS ARMOR OFF!" one of the militants scream.
Son of a bitch!
Multiple soldiers rush towards me and begin grabbing at my penetrated armor, trying to rip it off of me. But as soon as they rush over to me, a cloud of smoke fills the air and they begin to choke and cover their mouths, evading the scene. I'm able to look out of my peripherals to the left to see a barely visible can of tear gas, and not far behind it is Caesar, rushing towards me. He pulls me back to my feet and helps me grab my gun again.
"I'm out of ammo!" he notifies me with panic. We huddle over to an empty corner that's surrounded by boxes and metal bars to reload quickly.
"We've gotta take some of our armor off," I say. "It's already been shot up, and we can move better without it."
"Are you sure?" He raises a brow.
"Yeah. There's a whole other bunch of soldiers out there, and we've gotta be smart about this, or it's over."
Even though it once seemed that this place couldn't get any louder or more catastrophic, that's far from the truth. An incredibly loud and ear-piercing whirring comes from outside. Caesar and I exchange panic glances. I can feel the blood draining from my face as the soldiers' and our own attention is directed to the windows of the room, the tear gas finally clearing up.
"As if over two hundred soldiers wasn't enough to take out two guys!" Caesar says, mouth agape at the sight outside of the warehouse. "Now, they have a helicopter to blow us the fuck up?!" I gulp and attempt to find my voice again.
"...They're ruthless," I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief.
"You two took out dozens of soldiers on the second floor!" Dick's voice echoes from outside, but neither of us can spot him, still. "Honestly, I expect nothing less from people of your caliber. Maybe this will put an end to your reign of terror?"
"They can't!" Caesar exclaims, his breaths speeding up. "They can't do this! They still have soldiers in here-they'll be killing off their own!" Speaking of the soldiers, they all began to panic, as well, some running for the multiple exits lining the walls.
"I told you: 'they're ruthless'!" I yell to him over the loud helicopter whirring. "They don't care about these soldiers! They don't care about any of us! Come on! We've gotta get out of here!"
I grab his arm and we start for the closest door; now that we're no longer being shot at, making an exit is easier, despite multiple soldiers crowding the door at once. Not that this exit would save us from what was waiting for us outside. I peer out the window once more. The military copter is just seconds from launching a gigantic missile, lodged beneath itself. The panicking soldiers crowding the door is holding up the process of us fleeing the attack.
"It's about to launch!" someone shouts.
"Remember that this could've ended way differently had you just complied with me, boys!"
The missile takes off with a scream. I wish I could say that we escaped, but just as we make it out of the door, the missile makes contact with the warehouse. We aren't far enough to make it out in time or escape the blazing explosion.
A/N: How was that? I had a lot of fun writing it, despite my lack of confidence haha I just wanted you guys to enjoy all the suspense and adrenaline!
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