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Jonouchi's / Bakura's POV
Jonouchi dashed down the street, panting. Bakura was in hot pursuit. "Hey Jonouchi...how do you even know that Yugi's Grandfather is even there?" The blonde replied without looking back. "I just know it...intuition you could say..."
Bakura frowned. "Oh."
Jonouchi turned sharply down a street, Bakura stumbling to keep up. "Hey...is it okay to leave Yugi alone at the hospital?" Jonouchi stopped, causing Bakura to bump into him.
The teen turned around, staring at the younger boy. "Listen. I know what I'm doing. The nurses can watch him. You worry too much. Just breathe. We need to think about this calmly."
He laughed to himself. 'I'm more worried than him. Gotta keep it together Jonouchi. Something's happening and we need to figure out what it is.' He patted Bakura's shoulder and ran off again, Bakura behind him.
The museum came into view but what Jonouchi saw made him stop dead in his tracks. He grabbed Bakura's arm and yanked him behind a building, glancing around the edge. "Shit." He muttered. Bakura wisely stayed silent, but a question was in his eyes.
"Guards." Jonouchi whispered. "Yeah something's definitely going on in there. One guard at each door. That makes four of them." The guards had tanned skin, and were wearing turban's and shades. Each one had a scowl on his face.
Jonouchi tensed. "Alright Bakura, stay here. I'm gonna knock their lights out then you follow." He shifted nearer to the edge but a hand grabbed the collar of his jacket. Jonouchi glanced back angrily.
The white haired boy glared back. "What do you think you're doing?!" He hissed. Jonouchi smacked Bakura's hand away. "What do you think? Getting rid of the problem!" He hissed back.
Bakura shook his head. "They probably have guns. And you want to just charge in? With no plan? You're the one that said we needed to think about this calmly!" Jonouchi growled.
"Then what the hell do you want me to do?!"
Bakura blinked. "Hmm...I might have an idea that would work. If you're willing to listen." Jonouchi grumbled. "Fine then. Let's hear it." Bakura nodded.
"Alright. First I go up to them, and distract them by saying I forgot something inside. You sneak the other way and pickpocket a gun off one of them. Hold them at gunpoint while I take advantage of that and rush inside.
Once they've surrendered, follow me inside and we'll look for Sugoroku. Sound good?"
Jonouchi smiled devilishly. "That's a dirty plan for someone like you." Bakura grimaced. "Learned from the best." Jonouchi nodded. "Hm." Bakura held up a hand. "On my signal." They both tensed.
"Go!"
Bakura leapt up and ran toward's the museum doors, while Jonouchi slunk around behind the buildings, edging closer to the museum. A guard spotted Bakura and pulled out a gun. "Stop! Who are you? No one is allowed inside!"
Bakura skidded to a halt, smirking despite the situation. "Sorry. It seems I've forgotten a very important watch inside. It belongs to my Father! Think you could let me in?"
The other guards noticed the situation. "Hey! What's going on?" Bakura's guard yelled back. "Nothing. I'll handle it!" He turned back to face Bakura.
"You say you've forgotten something? No one has been allowed inside since this morning. You lying to me boy?" He clicked the safety off the gun. Bakura smiled nervously. "I left it in here the other day..."
The guard scowled. "I don't buy it."
Bakura's eyes flicked over to where Jonouchi was creeping over to a guard. "Please sir that watch is very important."
The guard lowered the gun. "Fine. I'll let you in. But try anything funny and you get lead between the eyes." Bakura nodded just as Jonouchi whooped and fired a shot at the ground. "Nobody move!" He shouted, perhaps a bit too gleefully.
Bakura darted inside the building, dodging a bullet. Jonouchi fired back at the guard, clipping him in the shoulder. "My friend's busy! Play with me instead!" The guard screamed and clutched his bleeding shoulder, dropping his gun.
Bakura glanced around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Egyptian exhibits were everywhere, but no sign of Sugoroku. 'He must be further in.' He turned back towards the doors. "Let's go Jonouchi!"
The skinny blonde nodded. He fired at couple rounds at the guard's feet, making them cower. Bringing the gun with him he walked inside. "Where's the old man?" Bakura pointed down a hallway. "I think he's further inside."
Leaving the guards behind, they stalked down a hallway. Reaching the end Jounouchi held up a fist. "Wait. I see him. He's tied up. Some buff guy is with him."
Bakura peeked over Jonouchi's shoulder, seeing Sugoroku unconscious and bound with thick ropes. The buff man had his back turned to them. Jonouchi raised the gun and took a deep breath. "Let the old geezer go!"
The man turned, his expression unusually calm. He was tanned like the guards, but was wearing a black sweater and jeans with army boots.
The side of his face was covered in old scars in the shape of hieroglyphs. He was bald except for a slick black ponytail sprouting out the back of his head.
"Hmm. You must be Sugoroku's accomplices. Shoot me if you dare but I'll have time to snap his neck before you pull the trigger. So what will it be?"
Jonouchi trembled. "Bakura...we may need a new plan."
End Of Chapter Twenty Nine.