Chapter Eighteen:
It was as if time began to slow down, my basic instincts telling me to fight, but my higher cognition tells me otherwise. Minho is just in arm's length. If I shoot, I damn well not miss. And I damn well make sure I take two down to get a foothold, so Thomas and Newt could have a chance of winning if not fleeing as I held the tide of battle away from them.
Any option I kindle inside of my head, I just keep finding scrutiny in. I didn't feel confident in taking the initiative for once. My eye trained and laser focused, I wasn't sure what to do. But before I could do anything, something breaks my trance.
Thomas quickly grips Teresa back with his arm, whilst aiming a pistol at her skull, making her his hostage. Then and there is where we gain a bit of leverage. WICKED has to value her, so they would be willing to do whatever to see her safe.
"Back up." Thomas shouted. "Tell them to back off." He warned Janson and his men.
"Hey, Thomas c'mon. It's me, I've known you longer then you can remember, you're not going to shoot her." Janson said soundly.
"You don't think so?"
"Do it Thomas!" I commented.
Okay, go on then… Shoot her, prove me wrong. Shot her!" Janson challenged slowly lowering his gun.
Before any of us knew it, Teresa broke from and shoved the three of us behind her, before pulling a lever which put the floor or lockdown as glass door came sliding down separating us from them.
Quickly alarms rang, and Janson began firing a volley of bullets at the security door. As his angered brow store at Thomas, whilst he slammed his hands on the door. Thomas began to walk away once we knew he wasn't going to reach us that way. Giving him a pleased look. Newt quickly undid his helmet as we went after Thomas.
Three of us kept getting baffled looks by people in lab coats as we passed by offices and exam rooms. With the alarm blasting off, people stood faze by the commotion. I kept a kean look out incase of trouble, but the doctor's and workers didn't seem to want get involved. This overly bright hallway led to even more corridors. Still no Minho, yet there was a whole lot of searching and not a lot time on our side.
All this looking left us exposed, yet Thomas had a great sense of what to do. As I quickly suggests we find a area hide to see what the response force would consist over.
"Thomas, think of something. For all we know they could be trying to take Minho off this floor." I said.
"He's right, but we'd risk a gun fight." Newt spoke up as we found our hiding spot in a empty room.
Before Thomas could reply, two guards came rushing past. As the cost cleared, we got up and headed onward. Thomas didn't say anything but his mind was working on something important.
It didn't matter after some time, the entire floor look the same, in some parts we managed to blend in with our uniforms and weapons, some we didn't. Either way the three of us done well by avoiding conflict, yet we weren't anywhere near to finding Minho.
That's was all up untill we turned a corner, and down the hallway in all white, surely spooked out of her wit's is Ava Paige.
"Mother?" I spoke just as, Thomas began to raise his weapon at her.
"Thomas no!" Newt shouted pulling him back, just as his finger squeeze the trigger. The bullet fired nearly hitting her. Just from behind, Janson began firing at us and I knew what caused Newt to stop him.
Gripping my Launcher we quickly ran around a bend.
"Minho!" Thomas screamed repeatedly as we open fire with our Launchers on several guard's knocking them down.
"Minho!" I cry out at the top of my lungs.
An all out battle took form as the three of us dodge, fire and ran. Trying our hardest to find him. But I keep shooting down people with the Launcher as they got in my way. I couldn't believe how large this area was and yet there is no way I'm giving up.
"Newt, Ross get down." Thomas said as slid behind cover reloading out weapons and to catch a breath.
"Thomas I'm not sure how long we can kept this up." I said heavily out of breathe.
"I'm almost out." He sighed leaning over the side taking pot shots. As that was indication we might be in trouble.
"Same!" I replied.
Newt quickly scooped out on of the grenades we had, and armed it. "Get back." He calls tossing towards the men. With a massive electrostatic discharge the remaining guards fell to the floor subdued for the time being.
"That's gotta hurt."
"Yeah." Newt answered.
"Alright c'mon." Thomas called as we turn around the corner.
"You three freeze! Get down on the ground now!" A lone guard shouted his weapon aimed at us. He had caught us off guard. And thus has the advantage.
None one on us moved and yet again he yelled more hostile than before.
"I said your asses down to the ground!"
Any one of us was about to eat a bullet, with no response available we couldn't moved. From nowhere a shadowy figure rushes pass, bashing the guy into the wall with a loud roar before tossing them throw a window.
There before us, the massive power house, our friend…
"Minho!" The three us yelled rushing him into a three person hug. The look on his was surreal.
"Is this real?" He questions before a storm men and bullet come after us. With no hesitation the four of us run around the corner looking make a way out. Thomas once again leading us, yet no matter where we ran there were armed men. It made the escape twice as hard. About a few seconds later, Janson got ahead of us and fired. In desperation Thomas acted accordingly.
"In here, in here." He shouted frantically as we rush inside and behind a door. It was a supplies room and suitable with four people inside. Thomas locked the door swiftly as a sound of banging against the door intensified.
"Newt c'mon" Minho commanded as they began to push and topple over a shelf against the door frame, as Thomas and I looked out the massive window. Trapped like rats without a way out. Janson and his men would eventually manage to break it. It was only a matter of time. Minho and Newt slowly began backing up to us by the window.
"Ah shit." Thomas cursed under labored breath.
"Sorry Minho, honestly thought the rescue was going to be easier." I said apologetic. He didn't reply and the room went quiet.
Out of nowhere a large buzzing sound came from the opposite side of the door, we all jeered over to give a better listen. Sparks began flying against the lock of the door. Who could say, how long it would take into they break and capture us.
My mind was racing as I store at door with Minho and Newt, fixated on the buzzing more and more.
"Any ideas?" Called out Minho. As we turned around to face him.
"Maybe." He said calmly.
"Your kidding?" I asked as I caught on to his idea.
Minho without thinking it over lifted up a canister and hauled it out the window, shattering the glass as we watch it fall a tremendous height into a large, yet somehow deep fountain. The four us watch as it slammed into the water and submerged.
"Ok, it's doable. Just going to need a running start." The three of them stood in front I was right behind Thomas.
"Sure about this?" Questions Newt.
"Not really." Thomas answered.
"Nice pep talk." Minho jokes.
"Yeah, were all bloody inspired." Newt said.
"That's our Thomas, for yah." I laughed.
Suddenly the buzzing stoped. That quickly drew my attention, when I assume the guards swung a massive battering ram to bust open the door. The shelf scrapes across the floor as the guards began forcing there way in. The first was Janson struggling to squeeze in, his gun arm nearly breaking free.
A squad of guards screaming behind Janson, causes Thomas to cursed under his breathe. With no other option left, we all ran simultaneously over and out of the window. Right into the dead of night.