Here's chapter 8 as promised. Enjoy.
Chapter 8
'452, how nice to see you again.' He lied. He felt some satisfaction as she spun round, she obviously hadn't known he was there.
She recovered quickly though. 'We've got to stop meeting like this, people will start to talk.' She said tilting her head to one side.
'Couldn't find a way out?' He asked smugly.
'Yeah because of course YOU had so much luck you decided come back and offer me a hand.' Max pointed out. 'Look we both know that our best shot at getting out of here is finding a way through the wall and maybe into the sewers. So we can either can keep fighting or we can call a truce.' Max said through gritted teeth.
'I thought we already called a truce.' Ames pointed out.
'Just making sure.' Max informed him. 'Shall we go?'
'Oh ladies first.' Ames smiled. He wasn't about to put 452 at his back.
'You think I'm gonna turn my back on you for a minute?' She scoffed.
'Well one of us has to go first, we can't both fit through there.' He pointed out. Well actually they might both be able to fit through together but Ames really didn't feel like getting that close.
'I guess this is what you call a stalemate huh?' Max asked.
'It's only a stalemate if both parties are equal. There is no way you and I could ever be equal.' Ames spat vehemently.
Great just what she needed, a zealot. 'Look White we can't beat each other right now, we've been down here hours, I couldn't care less what you think of me. I hate to disappoint you but I don't exactly have a high opinion of you either. Doesn't change the fact that we need to get out of here.'
Ames half laughed, and his smile was anything but friendly. 'Oh I think this tips the odds in my favour.' He drew his gun out from his back, he'd been very careful never to turn his back on her so she would have assumed that he lost the gun in the fall. She was wrong. He'd managed to hold onto it.
'So how come you didn't pull your gun when we were fighting earlier?' Max questioned.
'Maybe I wanted to see how good you really were.' He shrugged. 'Doesn't matter now. Move.' He nodded in the direction of the hole.
She moved slowly, very aware of the gun pointed at her and that White would have no problem shooting her in the back. He obviously wanted her alive otherwise lets face it, she would have been dead before the floor collapsed.
As she stepped through the gap in the wall, she slid to the right so that the wall was between her and the gun.
Ames came through gun pointed but she kicked it out of his hand and it went flying into the dark.
He stepped back out of reach.
'I think we've done this dance already.' Max pointed out. Ames made no move to attack, he just kept his distance. They were facing each other once more.
'Look I've had about as much as I can take of this.' Max spat, she took a step closer but White didn't back off. Max stopped moving forward. She didn't want to get too close.
White surprised her by walking forward. Well if he didn't back off she wasn't going to.
They stood with only inches between their faces, because of their closeness Max was forced to look up at White to meet his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying this.
Max hissed through her teeth and took a step back. She hated backing off but rather that than be forced to look up at him. She didn't know why she hadn't hit him, but so far he wasn't attacking her, if they kept this up maybe she could get out of here.
Ames smiled and moved past her, he'd had enough of playing games with 452, now he wanted out. He turned back to her, 'shall we?'
Max looked at him like he'd grown another head. Ok so neither of them were keen on turning their back on the other one. White was stood there waiting for her to catch up to him.
She walked up to him, she could see he wasn't happy, it was in his eyes, he was making no attempt to hide the fact that he found working with her disdainful. Well she wasn't really hiding it either. 'Let's go.'
