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Click. The sound of the door closing behind us was a brief reminder to our enclosement.
"Martini what's going to happen to us?" Sherry whispered in my ear "If the FBI are here then-"
"We are going to escape" I confidently replied back in a hush voice.
"W-what! "Sherry spoke out loud. One of our personal body guards turned his head around to peek at us and seeing noting out of the ordinary he shifted his broad shoulders back and move his rifle to his other hand
"Shh!" do you want our personal keepers to know?" I whisper back. Sherry then gazed at me with a face full of incredulity but also with a little hope.
I change my face to a serious look "now I need you to go to the corner or the room but hit the chair and move it to a 90 degree angle to your right. After that I will guaranty we can leave this hell together." With a nod she slipped back on her bored face and walked over and knock over the chair.
Clatter. Again the same bodyguard turned his head to the noise annoyed to see it was only a chair and returned his attention to the door. My hands started to tremble in anticipation. Sherry turns the chair and slowly walks to the corner of the room. I then run and leap to the chair. 'I will not allow my plan to fail' is the last thought I had before I let my fighting instants take over.
From the chair I jump onto bodyguard number one. The guard was startled when I landed on him giving me three second before he reacts. I climb up onto his shoulders and swing my legs around his neck choking him before he is able to gasp in shock. I then grab my other arm and with my elbow I hit him in the back of the head that would result in him losing consciousness. I loosen my legs and jump off him as he falls to the ground.
Bodyguard number two face became red and he started to shake before he yelled "You brat!" He then grabbed the barrel of the rifle and began to swing it in an attempt to hit me. I zero in on the handle and jump on it. The shock of the precision and weight made his hand jerk giving me a boost as I push myself to run up the rifle and them up his arms. From there I roundhouse kick him right in the cheek and his eyes began to roll back
With a thud guard number two fell, I immediately began to search his body for the keys and other supplies that may come in handy.
"Just keys no pistols or cash on him. Not even information." Sherry's spoke. I turn to see Sherry swings the keys around her fingers standing next to bodyguard number one.
"Okay" I pick up the rifle off the floor. She looks shock by my actions I sigh "I am just removing the bullets in case they wake up before we are gone open the door while I disarm the other rifle." A click was heard.
"It's open"
I slide the last of the bullets into my pocket and run towards the door where Sherry awaited. "Let's go."I grab Sherry hand and we run quietly down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" she whispers, my eyes dart to the left then the right then I drag her down the next corridor.
"We are going to my room."
"What about finding the exit?!"
"We need supplies and I have long ago prepared a bag for escape if I was ever given the chance again "
"Again?"
I didn't reply and motion for her to be silent. A shadow caught my attention moments earlier. I press Sherry against the wall and with my left hand I cover her mouth so her heavy breathing wouldn't be heard.
"Silver bullet-chan I know you are there. Don't make me pull out my gun." Vermouth voice sang out
The blood drained from my face. I let go of Sherry and walk out to the open hallway to spot my guardian. With a proud posture and a grin I notice her leather black attire was without any rips, stains, or dust.
"Well, well, well, good job escaping from those lowlifes. I would have been disappointed if you couldn't escape a non member.
"Did you notified the -"I breathlessly ask
"No it appears there is a mole among us but that is for me and the organization to handle. I am offended you thought that." .she pulls out her pistol "come here"
I kept my eyes on the pistol not even obeying her command.
"I am not going to shot you. I only wish to say goodbye but am I no longer allowed to say goodbye to my succesor, my silver-bullet?"
"You are leting me escape? You're helping me?"
"What do you think this gun and silencer is for? You know I personally do not like this design but it is perfect for little hands like yours and the revolver Gin gave you is too heavy and bulky to carry around."
"Why are you helping me escape?"
"I know you cannot personally kill a person despite the cold mask you wear. If you continue to stay here one day you would be ordered to kill and either you will fail or your mind wouldn't be able to handle what you did and therefore destroy the person you are today. I don't want you to suffer a mental break down or get torturer if you failed to kill a person my silver bullet."
"Why do you call me that?"
"because I believe you will be the silver bullet to take the organization down."
Vermouth gaze then becomes distant. Unkown to Martini Vermouth was having a flash back.
Flashback Vermouth pov
"There he is!" The New York police officer pointed to the direction where I was running disguised as a man. I had told Martini moments earlier that I was revealed by a traitor in the organization and to run up ahead.
The truth was the FBI was notified of my appearance and the preplanned exchange to one of our friends. The only reason why the FBI even notices me was due to the person I call Silver-bullet who recognized my slip in dialect. 'Sadly he's losing his touch' I thought running through the building. I hoped that he would have been able to infiltrate the organization but before he even became a full member he was exposed by his fellow FBI members.
If this is the best the FBI can do then they will never be able to stop us. Deep in my thoughts a bullet flew past me. I turn to look at the cop 'Well, well, well it's about time they took out their toys.' From the corner of my eye I see the FBI join the chase. Whoosh the bullet flew past my face as I move to the left disappearing from their view. However the railing I hit was rusted and immediately it fell to the ground. 'No' was the only thing I thought as I slip off the edge of the metal staircase. I quick grab onto the railing but the police and FBI are quickly coming at my direction.
I look down to see I am hanging on the forth level of the building unable to jump down and still survive. 'I won't have enough time to escape, I better let go and fall. This is certainly not the way I thought I would die' I began to loosen my grip thinking of Martini how he now has the chance to escape the organization he so despise. "May you have a happy life Martini" I whisper. I take a deep breath ready to let go but I heard a little girl's voice.
"Sir! Mr. Police officer!" I strain my ears to listen. "A crazy guy ran past me!" I hear the steps of the police and the FBI head the opposite direction. "Why are you even here little girl? This is no place for a child." I hear a small huff and the little girl voice is heard "that mean old man stole mama's car and now we can't go see the play." The sounds of orders were yelled and the stomping of feet heading the other direction was heard. I slowly pull myself up, my arms shaking and my breathing ragged I hear a thump and then the steps of a small child. I look up to see the little girl with long black hair and bright blue eyes extend her arm at me to help me get up.
I look at her no his hand I ask "why did you save me? You could have been free from the organization yet you foolishly come and help me. Why Martini?"
In a lower octave Martini replies "Yes it is true that I could escape and make myself a new identity in a new country especially one like the United States but …" He pauses "A life is more valuable than my freedom " I look up to see him smirking yet his blue eyes carry genuine concern for me. I took his hand a raised myself up.
"I love your American girl voice not too annoying and your English was perfect. I know we always carry makeup and wigs with us but where did you get the dress from?" I look at Martini questionably. He sighs "I snuck into one of the apartments and it was a young girl's room and of course the girl was there. I calmed her down and ask to borrow one of her dresses in return I had to put my lips on her cheek." I look at him amused at the situation and seeing confusion on his face. He continues to speak "I don't understand why she was so happy and giggling afterwards but I quickly came back and saw you fall so I deceived the officers to go the opposite direction. We only have two minutes before the officer that was to escort me out of the building wakes up. I knock him out but the police will be suspicions if a little girl doesn't come out soon."
I grab him and run disappearing to the shadows.
Vermouth stares sharpens at Martini remembering that was the day she decided to call him Silver-bullet. Vermouth mentally shake my head. She walk up to him and kneel in front of him.
"Can you promise me something when you escape?"
"What is it?" Martini looks to Vermouth with suspicion. She grab his sholders "I want you to let me be free too. Do not come after me"
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