It was amazing how
training can come back to you, Max thought as they got into position. Logan and Bling were waiting in the
vehicles. She knew Logan wasn't happy
about her going, and honestly, neither was she, but she didn't want to leave
Zack on his own. They moved easily into
position around the building.
There were two Red
guards in front of the hanger doors. Cole made a hand gesture, and two of the sixers attached a
strange-looking device onto the ends of their rifles. It was an advanced silencer. They took aim, and the guards went down without a sound, the top of
their heads missing. They all moved as
fast as they could. Max and Zack were
to wait by Cole, and then go in for Alicia. Shawna was to keep an eye on them, and do what she could. Everything else was getting shot.
They got to the
windows easily, and Cole hesitated for a moment when he saw what was going
on. Two Reds were holding up
Alicia. She had blood running down her
face. Hepburn was there, and was
looking very panicky. Whatever Alicia
was saying to him had him about to run, and the Reds were looking at Hepburn
with murder in their eyes. She said
something, and he saw a Red jump towards them, ready to kill. No time now. He gave the signal to fire.
Glass exploded under
a hail of bullets. One of the Reds
holding Alicia went down immediately, others running and being shot several
times. The sixers had been warned to
take head shots, but they were doing their best to tear the Reds apart any way
they could. Hepburn had disappeared
from the hanger. Reds were coming out
of the building now, another half a dozen or so, and started taking shots back
at the sixers.
Cole glanced beside
him, and Max and Zack were already gone. Zack went to the floor almost immediately, and got to Alicia. There were still bullets flying everywhere,
and he had to trust that they were aiming at something other than him. He needed to get her out of the way. He rolled with her to the wall close to
them, staying low, hoping that the sixers would keep him covered.
He looked at
Alicia. Her eyes were closed, and blood
was trickling from her nose. She was
incredibly pale and cold. He checked
her pulse. It was there, but
barely. She took one jerky breath, and
there was a long pause before she took another.
"Alicia?" he called to her. The gunfire was diminishing, but now there were pops of guns from outside. "Alicia, wake up now! Please don't do this," he almost whispered touching her face. Where was Shawna? The blood had stopped flowing from her nose. It stopped because she's dying, he thought. Her heart can't keep enough pressure to keep the nose bleeding. "Alicia," he called to her again, feeling the emotion choking him. "Please, I love you, don't leave me like this."