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Entry #9: Dash – Home by Dinner
His legs burn as he stumbles over debris, the echoes of his frenzied footsteps resounding throughout the abandoned warehouse. He claws desperately at the bullet lodged too close to his heart and the gashes that criss-cross their way up his arms twinge with vindictive force. His left arm falls to his side, only to be forced up again by his useless right. He would growl in frustration, but he can only focus his energy into propelling himself away from the whizzing bullets and his partner's accusing glances as they fall behind.
He can only run.
When Reeve awarded him with command of this mission and a small promotion bonus, he had been ecstatic. Yuffie's un-subtle hints concerning Valentine's Day and the scarlet flush that had blanketed over Elena's features had made his new prize worthy, but it was Rude's nod-of-approval that made him proud.
That pride had led to irresponsibility: he assured Reeve that he, Elena, and Rude could handle this alone. That the mission would be a breeze, and, as he had promised Yuffie, they'd all be home for dinner.
The only breeze that this mission holds, he realizes, is the one that whips past his face as he darts away from flying daggers and the crushed sunglasses that lay beside Rude's lifeless body.
Elena's scream strikes forcefully against his ears, but all he can do is run because all he can think about is Yuffie's annoying laugh and the feel of her body underneath his own. He can only see the shine of her hair that the reading light casts as she paints her small toenails and the burnt chocolate chip pancakes she insists on making every morning. He is only concerned with his promise to the woman he loves, damning everything he knows to get home to a dinner that is probably ruined by one too many dashes of salt.
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