Marik took no time in ramming into the door now in their way, and soon had it open. A quick glance showed them they had the right room; Tristan was sat in one corner with a girl none of the rescuers had seen before, and Seto was in another, his brother curled tightly to his chest, both of them crying hard while Yami tried to comfort the elder of the brothers.
"What in the...?" Malik muttered; causing the prisoners to finally turn their shocked gazes to the door.
"I'm just thinking the same." Tristan frowned.
"We can explain later! Just get out of there and follow Malik and Ryou, me and Marik'll cover."
Seto nodded and got to his feet, his brother still in his arms, Tristan lifting his sister into a piggy back and also standing up, Yami; who'd somehow managed to find some clothes, also rising as they all headed quickly for the door, following Malik as he led them through the maze that was the inside of the White House.
Gunshots echoed behind them, soon followed by a flash of white light and running footsteps as the two Egyptian spirits caught up with them.
"Come on! Hurry up you idiots! Do you want to be caught again!" Bakura barked, the group speeding up a little and running down the stairs after their guides, the Egyptians sliding gracefully down the banisters and the others sprinting after them; taking the steps two at a time.
As they neared the bottom, they could clearly hear shouts and running footsteps, but Bakura didn't slow; he simply chucked a flash grenade over the banister and kept going, the lack of surprised yells or stumbling was apparent though; surely if those people'd been running around, they would've tripped or run into each other if they suddenly and unexpectedly couldn't see? The albino sprit was more shocked though, when several rounds of gunfire shot past him, and he cried out a little as a bullet grazed his elbow, hearing yells from around him as his group dropping to the floor at Seto's yell, heavy thumps as people dropped off the banisters, rolling to the floor.
"Shit! Ryou! I though you had this sorted! How could they know we were here!"
"I didn't know we were taking this route! I thought we were going back the way we came!"
"I thought you stopped the cams transmitting!"
"Only through the route you said! It was Malik who took us this way anyway! He wouldn't listen when I was yelling that these cams weren't out!"
"Dammit! Malik you idiot!"
"Don't blame me!" The Egyptian hikari shouted in defence, crawling up a few steps to get to the pair, "I was actually thinking when I went this way! You do realise we would never have got back the other way don't you! There's no way Kaiba and Tristan could get through the way we came when they're carrying people!"
"Guys, hate to interrupt, but they're coming up here!" Yami shouted, grabbing Bakura's pistol and firing at the guards, his shots were well aimed, but did nothing against the guards armour. "We need to move, now!"
"This way!" Marik shouted; jumping up and making a dash down the rest of the flight of stairs they were on and through the double doors, out onto the corridor of the second floor, the rest following one at a time, all making it eventually.
"OK, smart-ass, what do we do now?" Bakura growled; Marik taking control was not in the deal.
"Well you stop insulting me for a start! If we'd stayed there we would've been caught!"
"We'll still be caught here!"
"So where the fuck do you-" Bakura started, only to be cut off by a loud car horn from outside; Ryou ran to the window and looked out, yelling with glee, before running to the nearest window that could be opened and easily picking the lock, throwing it open before he stuck his head out and looked down. Before anyone else could say or do anything, the albino had pulled himself back inside, and then jumped nimbly out of the window. Several yells of shock were heard, first from inside, then from below them, underneath the open window. Malik went over to look, and also yelled with excitement as he saw the wide ledge below the window, which you could easily drop onto, and then could drop down from to the ground, then it was only a few feet to the pick up truck Joey was waving to them from.
Not even two minutes later, the group were sat in the truck, albeit with no seatbelts and half of them riding on the back, but they were speeding away. Motorbikes were swerving through the traffic behind them; forcing Joey's almost suicidal driving. The truck wheeled onto it's right wheels as it hit the pavement harshly, avoiding a lamp post by centimetres and a oil truck by even less.
"Fuck it! Joey! Stop trying to kill us!" Tristen yelled as he grabbed the side of the truck to stop himself falling, his other arm wrapped tightly round his sister.
"You wanna drive!" The blonde yelled back, heeding Ryou's frightened yell just in time to swing the truck across the middle of the street and down the road on the right of the crossing they'd just reached, avoiding a black car speeding at them from the other direction.
Joey pulled the truck across the path of a motorbike that had come round another way to block them, and heard with satisfaction, the screech of skidding rubber and the loud crash as the bike was flung into a telephone pole by the force of the swerve it's driver had been forced to make in an attempt to save himself. The truck banked again as Joey righted it from the swerve, Malik leaning over the side and grinning, waving the famous V salute at the pile of now burning wreckage, before slipping back against the other wall, next to Bakura who was smirking.
"How many more d'ya recon followed you guys!" Joey yelled from the driver's seat, checking his mirror to see two more bikes close on their tail.
"I'm guessing about four at first, but they'll send more!" Ryou yelled over the noise, crying in shock as he was flung against the opposite 'wall' of the side of the truck.
"Gotcha!" The blonde yelled back, swerving again and heading straight for the end of the pier.
"What the fuck are you doing Wheeler! You're gonna drive us off the edge at this rate!"
"I know Kaiba! Shut the fuck up and get ready to jump!"
"What!" Was the cry from his companions, but the blonde wasn't listening as he slowed a little to let the bikes catch up, before stamping on the accelerator as he threw himself from the window.
Cries of fright and confusion were heard as Bakura grabbed his frozen hikari and vaulted over the side of the truck, Malik and Marik following suit as the three landed easily on the sidewalk, Tristen and his sister rolling next to them, and Kaiba landing with a flourish next to Joey; his brother held protectively against him, Yami landing next to him a second or two later.
They heard the bikes' breaks squeal as their riders tried to avoid the end of the pier, but soon after, two resounding splashes followed the louder crash of the now-sinking truck.
They paused for a few seconds; waiting for reality to sink in.
Kaiba was the first to straighten, letting go of Mokuba as he did, shooting a glare at Tristen who glared back while checking his sister was ok. The others checked themselves for injuries, but aside from being a bit shaken, and Malik's body aching from his harsh landing, they all seemed ok.
Aside from Joey that is. The blonde was curled on the floor, clutching at his bleeding left shoulder and biting back his tears. When he'd launched himself, he hadn't thought about the affect the speed of the truck would have on his landing, and had consequently landed with his full weight on the back of his shoulder.
Kaiba sighed, muttering a quick 'stupid mutt' before crouching down beside the blonde and rolling him off his injured shoulder. Ryou was the next to almost skid down beside the blonde, and the little albino instantly shivered and looked away from the sight.
A lot of the skin had been ripped away from the blonde's shoulder, exposing the bone, which was obviously broken.
"He'll need medical treatment" Marik said unhelpfully, looking with what was almost interest at the wound.
"No shit!" Tristen exclaimed, going to help his friend up by his un-injured arm.
"Idiots, you think we can just walk into a hospital after what we've just done?"
"But it was all Gozeburo's fault!" Tristen exclaimed, looking in disbelief at the taller brunette.
"Maybe that's how we see it, but that's what the authorities will say, right Kaiba?" Ryou said quietly, averting his eyes from his friend as he spoke.
The brunette simply nodded and looked round for Yami, who was trying to un-stiffen himself; wincing a little every now and then.
"Yami? Can't you use your shadow magic on him?" Seto said, a light growl in his voice. The ancient pharaoh looked up and flinched as he saw Joey's shoulder. He quickly composed himself, however, and walked over to the injured blonde, who's face was buried into Tristen's shoulder, his breaths quick from the pain.
Yami nodded after looking the wound over a little. He stood back, and placed his hand flat just above the wound, closing his eyes.
The pharaoh began to glow a light purple after a few seconds, and the group watched in wonder as the bones bound themselves back together and the skin grew over the injury. Once the wound was fixed, Yami dropped to his knees, panting as he tried to regain his strength.
"Yami! Yami! What on earth happened! Are you ok! Kami-sama, I'm so glad you're alive!" The tri-haired teen wasn't given chance to look up as his sobbing hikari grabbed him in a crushing hug, crying against his back. "Yami..."
"It's ok Yugi; I'm not hurt." Yami lied easily.
The younger nodded, stepping back to allow his dark up and wiping at his eyes to erase the tears.
"What happened to you all!"
Yami shifted his weight a little and looked away, and Seto suddenly found his phone very interesting, while Tristen was 'talking' to his sister.
"I think maybe it'd be best to get off the street Yugi..." Ryou said; looking shiftily at the wreckage and then the pier.
"Why?"
"Long story."
"We'll explain back at the game shop." The youngest Egyptian answered, walking off; the others following in pairs and groups as the sun set over the water behind them.
END
