By Myself

Chapter Three

Escape

The footsteps were drawing near to the door, as El looked frantically around the room. El quickly realized what type of situation he was in at the moment. He was on the second floor of a run down motel with two blacked out people, one a full grown man, the other a boy. Not only that, but the remaning cartel members were closing in on the only exit that would be safe for them to use. His case with his guns was left behind with his friends for the time being and he only carried one gun with him that had limited ammo. This was sure a case for the files. Now... how was he going to escape?

The cartel members nodded to one another as they moved closer to number 12. Each was sporting a hand gun with a silencer on it, as not to alert anyone to their shoot out. Not that it really mattered after everything that had happened today. The leader, looked back at his friends and nodded. The man closest to the door, turned and kicked the door in with such a force that the door frame broke. He aimed his gun into the room before stepping in, only to be hit in the face with a chair.

The man stumbled back wards before falling to the ground, but not before El, grabbed his hand gun. El pointed it at the men waiting to kill them, and shot one in the chest before turning back into the room just as two bullets went by his head. El waited until the bullets stopped flying before turning the small corner and shooting, almost blindly, at the men. He heard a 'thud' from someone falling. At least he was able to get two guys.

'Now.. How many were there out there?' El thought to himself. It was so sudden, he could only make out five guys. He just took out two, so that left three armed men with more ammo then himself. 'God.. if I need your help I ask for it... please... help me now.'

El took a deep, cooling breath before glancing around the room. He did have a small desk made of cheap wood left. He could... They might be expecting that... then again.. El grabbed the desk and went quickly back to the corner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer to the room. He held the chair with one arm and his gun in the other. He turned the corner, one bullet already cracked into the wooden desk as he did. El opened fire on the men on the staircase.

El had taken down the other two, but the third one was right around the corner, probably reloading his gum by the echoing click El heard. The desk was of no use now that it was completely shot up and barely holding together. El tossed it aside, and pressed his back against the opposite wall of the door. He had just enough room to shoot the last guy without him seeing El for a split second. El aimed his gun and when the man turned the corner to shoot El, El pulled his trigger. click

"Just great..." El mumbled. He was out of ammo, but the man down the stairs wasn't. Bullets flew at El as he pressed himself against the wall as close as he could trying to avoid the bullets. He couldn't risk going back into the room. The man was shooting wildly in the hallway. Just as El saw the man turn his gun closer to El's current position, a bullet landed in the man's skull.

El turned his head in confusion to wards the Hotel room, to see Sands, shaking, standing with a loaded pistol with a silencer on it. His sunglasses were back in place, though blood was now covering abut a good three fourths of his face. He turned his head slightly to the side, as if waiting to hear something. When no sound was made at all, other then Sand's shaking breathing, he spoke up.

"El...?" For the first time since El had met this guy, Sands sounded slightly unnerved.

"I'm here." El said, breathing with relief. Sands' head turned right to El's position in a snap so fast that El was sure he was on the verge of braking his neck.

"We need to leave." Sands said simply. "The cartel will be after us... even more so... now.." Sands' voice drifted as his body swayed due to the blood loss he suffered through the day. El rushed forward and caught the agent right before he fell. Then, he felt a gun pressed against his side. It was Sands, gun. "I swear, if you ever try to pull something from my face again without telling me first, I will shoot your nuts off and cut off your hands. Comprende?"

El took a gulp as the gun lowered to the spot between his legs with the end dangerously close. "Sí."

Sands gave him a grin, knowing he won this round without any trouble. Sands lowered his gun and leaned heavily against El no longer having his former strength. El sighed as he was left to deal with their current situation all by himself again. "This just isn't my day."

The footsteps were drawing near to the door, as El looked frantically around the room. El quickly realized what type of situation he was in at the moment. He was on the second floor of a run down motel with two blacked out people, one a full grown man, the other a boy. Not only that, but the remaning cartel members were closing in on the only exit that would be safe for them to use. His case with his guns was left behind with his friends for the time being and he only carried one gun with him that had limited ammo. This was sure a case for the files. Now... how was he going to escape?The cartel members nodded to one another as they moved closer to number 12. Each was sporting a hand gun with a silencer on it, as not to alert anyone to their shoot out. Not that it really mattered after everything that had happened today. The leader, looked back at his friends and nodded. The man closest to the door, turned and kicked the door in with such a force that the door frame broke. He aimed his gun into the room before stepping in, only to be hit in the face with a chair. The man stumbled back wards before falling to the ground, but not before El, grabbed his hand gun. El pointed it at the men waiting to kill them, and shot one in the chest before turning back into the room just as two bullets went by his head. El waited until the bullets stopped flying before turning the small corner and shooting, almost blindly, at the men. He heard a 'thud' from someone falling. At least he was able to get two guys. 'Now.. How many were there out there?' El thought to himself. It was so sudden, he could only make out five guys. He just took out two, so that left three armed men with more ammo then himself. 'God.. if I need your help I ask for it... please... help me now.' El took a deep, cooling breath before glancing around the room. He did have a small desk made of cheap wood left. He could... They might be expecting that... then again.. El grabbed the desk and went quickly back to the corner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer to the room. He held the chair with one arm and his gun in the other. He turned the corner, one bullet already cracked into the wooden desk as he did. El opened fire on the men on the staircase.El had taken down the other two, but the third one was right around the corner, probably reloading his gum by the echoing click El heard. The desk was of no use now that it was completely shot up and barely holding together. El tossed it aside, and pressed his back against the opposite wall of the door. He had just enough room to shoot the last guy without him seeing El for a split second. El aimed his gun and when the man turned the corner to shoot El, El pulled his trigger. click"Just great..." El mumbled. He was out of ammo, but the man down the stairs wasn't. Bullets flew at El as he pressed himself against the wall as close as he could trying to avoid the bullets. He couldn't risk going back into the room. The man was shooting wildly in the hallway. Just as El saw the man turn his gun closer to El's current position, a bullet landed in the man's skull. El turned his head in confusion to wards the Hotel room, to see Sands, shaking, standing with a loaded pistol with a silencer on it. His sunglasses were back in place, though blood was now covering abut a good three fourths of his face. He turned his head slightly to the side, as if waiting to hear something. When no sound was made at all, other then Sand's shaking breathing, he spoke up."El...?" For the first time since El had met this guy, Sands sounded slightly unnerved."I'm here." El said, breathing with relief. Sands' head turned right to El's position in a snap so fast that El was sure he was on the verge of braking his neck. "We need to leave." Sands said simply. "The cartel will be after us... even more so... now.." Sands' voice drifted as his body swayed due to the blood loss he suffered through the day. El rushed forward and caught the agent right before he fell. Then, he felt a gun pressed against his side. It was Sands, gun. "I swear, if you ever try to pull something from my face again without telling me first, I will shoot your nuts off and cut off your hands. El took a gulp as the gun lowered to the spot between his legs with the end dangerously close. Sands gave him a grin, knowing he won this round without any trouble. Sands lowered his gun and leaned heavily against El no longer having his former strength. El sighed as he was left to deal with their current situation all by himself again. "This just isn't my day."