Chapter 1- Blood Splatter...
(Laurens' POV)
"Oh, and Mulligan, don't do anything stupid. Your job is to take out the guards. Lafayette is the one to spy and exicute the mission. I will come if needed." I ordered in the monotone voice I usually used now.
"Yes Sir." I could tell that he was rolling his eyes from the other end of the radio but I never said a word. Plus the fact that I could see everything Lafayette saw only confirmed it.
"Okay..." I began to examine their surroundings, "Take the first right but slip in the side door 3 meters from the first beam."
Immediately, they obeyed.
"Alright," I never used the need for compliments, "above you is a vent. Climb it. And drop out at the first exit on only my command."
"Yes Sir." They both chimed completing the orders.
Through the microphones attached the the collar of the tight black suit, the trampling if their heavy thuds against the metal made me wince quietly. Inside the van of which I was crouched, the screen blared it's bright, crystal-blue glow against the sensitive cells controlling my sight. The metal vehicle didn't just hold me however, eight men and four women crowded together, dressed in the same clingy uniform. Every mouth was closed, not daring to let out anything but a breath. Occasionally a shuffle was made but nothing too loud. Only my commands were heard clearly, but not too detectable if the enemy were standing at the side of the black, pressed steel engaging us all.
"Keep you steps lighter men! I swear to god that they could hear you from Australia!" I over exaggerated rolling my eyes to the back of my skull. Some of the immature boys sat five seats away from me sniggered lightly but were instantly shut up by the fellow agents before I had to pick at them.
"Oh stop with the emphasis Laurens!" Mulligan laughed lightly, keeping his voice to a low.
"Stationary." Lafayette reported just above the exit to the vent.
"Hold." I replied already checking surrounding cameras for the enemy... The Banes. Exactly like the name. Distressing. Destructive. And most of all, annoying as hell.
The Bane of our existence... The Liberty's.
Each camera I attacked within an one hundred metre radius was... too easy to get into... too easy to hack and recode... And the image performed on it was... way too desolate...
Too good to be real.
Almost as if it wasn't real at all.
"Waiting for command Laurens." Lafayette muttered from the other end of the line. Like a loyal agent would do, he waited for around half a minute before repeating back his statement, "Laurens, awaiting your comman-"
"Hush." I abruptly cut off. Even despite Lafayette's respect towards me, I never return the favour. And I didn't even shed guilt. This was about getting the job done, not caring for others feelings. If all went well tonight... we might get a step closer to winning this thing... a step closer to avenging him...
"I'm sorry Sir, though, I don't see any danger. I presume all the camera's say so?" And for once, the tallest agent spoke against my command.
"Yes but it's all too easy." I squinted my eyes closer to the screen, trying to see something, but I didn't know what I was meant to be looking for...
"How so Sir?" Mulligan spoke a little louder giving me the same wince.
"The cameras have weak security, there are barely any guards and they are about 143 metres away from the target. It doesn't seem right for the Banes... Especially for their General..." My voice low as if I were actually there with them.
They both hummed in agreement- Mulligan also with slight annoyance. Around me in the dark van, you could hear a few mild murmurs of unsureness though they were instantly cut short by my glare. For a few more moments I continued to tap vigorously at the illuminated keys.
Trying to break the tension, Mulligan tried to crack an unnecessary joke, "Well, it is a Sunday, maybe they had the day off? Being hard-core jerks can take its toll on folk!"
I let my eyes roll at his attempted humour and the fact how Lafayette and the other agents around me bit back a laugh.
"Mulligan?" I sternly sighed.
"Yes Sir?"
"Shut up."
"Yes Sir." He pouted back even more annoyed than before.
My lungs released a sigh which made me lean my head back to the wall in disbelief. I closed my eyes longer than I should and thought. Whenever I was in these situations he would always come to mind. I deeply think about what his cheeky words would say.
Heh, if I was honest, he would most likely crack a joke too... and I would laugh... Or smile and roll my eyes at the least. Mulligan had just done the same thing however... it didn't seem right coming from him... Only he would make me smile in a time like this. Even just seeing his face again instead of a paining memory would light up this black canvas cascading around the hunk of metal we sat in. And it wasn't just me. Everybody loves his company. Even that ass Charles Lee would chuckle now and again at his statements. So trust me, that was an achievement all in its self!
I sighed again still with my eyes stapled shut. Lafayette murmured something completely pointless to Mulligan. His ideas were sometimes logical but this one was not however. Instead of zoning back in, I took my right hand down to my left wrist and began to swap the tight hair-ties to rub harshly at the tender flesh below. The pain helped me think. Physical that was. I couldn't bare to think about his playful face any longer. It was too distracting from the task at hand.
Work now. Think for him later.
"Okay this is what we're gonna do." I started, reopening my eyes and adjusting my ear piece. "Lafayette. Mulligan. You will drop out here on my command. Carry on as needed."
"Yes Sir." They both shuffled in the vent, ready to drop.
"Now, I will send out 5 armed agents to follow your movements if or when anything occurs." I shuffled up a little straighter before directing my attention back to the group of people around me. "Agents' 5, 4, 3, 2 and 7- grab your gear."
"Yes Sir." They stood to attention in unison while reaching to the shelves above from where they sat.
"Are you ready men? We don't know what's going to happen and I can't trust the security cameras. All I have to go on is Lafayette's eye-piece." I stated while loading the camera back to Lafayette's sight.
"Well do we really have an say in this?" Mulligan chuckled and ginning at the camera.
"No not really." I tried to keep a straight face- winning the fight. Not because I found his sarcasm amusing, no, it was the fact that that was definitely something he would say. But he wasn't here. And my stabbing memories only confirmed it.
As if I shrugged off his comment I gave a hand signal to the five, armed figures standing at the door who instantly departed to the outside world. "Okay men. On three you drop down and keep your weapons at hand. Alright... one... two..." I waited a few more seconds before feeling completely confident...
"Three."
In less than a second, the two men hurried along the marble floors stopping and checking at each corner before carrying on the process. Just to be precautious, I got the rest of the men and women inside the van to equip all their gear and standing alert at the door. I too reached for my gear and slipping it to all the right places. Nobody spoke a word during all this. All that was heard other than slight shuffling was the constant, "Hold. Check. Clear." From Lafayette as he and Mulligan paced through the hallways in the exact directions I had given to them. Every few seconds I would check back to the map from Lafayette's vision but still staying silent for nearly all of it.
The other squad I had sent out never spoke but I did still check back to them and the camera. If anything, the two views were almost exactly the same... Quiet...
"Stationary." Lafayette whispered from the other line facing the sight of an ominous, over-looming prison door... Completely sealed...
"Alright then." I took a deep breath and began to swiftly tap in passcodes on the laptop in front of me. "Lafayette, you know what to do."
The mentioned man nodded and walked up to an ominous, titanium door with a small keypad on the left-hand side. From the pocket in his suit, he removed a tiny microchip and professionally manoeuvred it into a firm position.
"Sending code your way, Laurens." He reported tapping into a device on his wrist.
"Received." I called back hearing a "beep" arise from the edge of my own arm. Instantly, it downloaded the data to a fresh page on the larger screen in front of me.
No... This was too easy... Way to easy... They don't just leave an important door so open to attack!
This was way too risky. I couldn't risk my men's life for this. Even if it was to avenge him... I'm sure he wouldn't want me to hurt his best friend's in the process... And even though I didn't treat those two with the respect they deserve, I could see them any harm. I just couldn't... Not again...
"Retreat." I snapped far too quickly.
"What?" Mulligan called through with a flat voice.
"You heard me. Retreat." I gritted my teeth.
"Why?" Lafayette this time.
"It's too easy! I can't risk your lives for something we could so easily replan. I said, retreat."
"Laurens," Lafayette tried to plead, "we've got this far, I'm sure we can handle whatever is in there-"
And like always, I was right. Far too easy. From their right, four heavily armed Banes came storming through the end of the corridor. I never looked back at the computer screen before grabbing extra equipment to arm me better. My voice ricocheted about the thick metal startling all the troops here with me.
"Move!"
Following my lead, the men and women stormed through the halls taking out every Bane we came across without any mercy. Fresh blood splattered around the halls and all over our already sweating bodies.
"Okay, hurry to the destined coordinates!" I yelled to all the other agents with me and the troop of five on the second line of my earpiece.
Our pace never ceased through the winding corridors. Never ceasing if one our own were shot to the floor...
Agent 10... Dead upon mission 'Micro'.
Every single one of us knew we couldn't give a second glance... or even a first glance... The point wasn't to mourn. It was to complete the objective. And damn how I had messed this up.
"Mulligan. Lafayette. Do you read?" I called to them picking up a faster pace when I never got an answer... "Agent Mulligan. Agent Lafayette. Do you read?" Nothing but gunshots...
Gunshots meant they were still alive... They wouldn't be shooting at Nothing... or at least one of them were alive...
"Crap!" I muttered sharply, twisting around bends and shooting bullets when needed.
Then another one...
Agent 6... Dead upon mission 'Micro'...
Reluctantly, without really much of a choice, I tapped a personally hated number into my earpiece, unfortunate enough to know it off by heart...
"Hello, Lee speaking."
Charles freaking Lee.
"Calling for back-up." I frowned slightly hesitant, shooting another bullet to my left.
"Ah yes, Laurens, what sort of a mess have you gotten yourself into this time?" I could hear the smirk lacing his tone.
God I hated him.
"I won't tell you again, I command for back-up."
"Well, since you asked so nicely... Agents! Gear up!"
In a calmer situation, I would have retorted back with a snarky comment but there was way too much at risk now. Bullets... Bloodshed... Yells... Screeches... They all swam into each other, merging and combining into a new poison. As if blocked by waves of water, all the racket screaming at my eardrums were muffled helping me focus on the centre of a Banes skull.
Blood splatter...
Aim...
Blood splatter...
Shoot...
Blood splatter...
Trigger...
Blood splatter...
Stab...
Blood splatter... Blood splatter...
The thick, hot, metallic liquid spattered in my face in a leopard print way, drooling lines down my face. If anything, this made me more alert and aware of the situation following me. I only once used my sleeve to wipe away bloody dye, smearing down my right cheek, along with crusting a few stray hairs as well.
At the start of when I became Captain, the Banes were complete amateurs. There was nothing special about them. One of our agents could most likely take down three of theirs alone. But then, if I was honest, they were much more experienced in the technical aspect of this, and I guess that was why we never had a chance to invade them. So because they could barely fight, they couldn't exactly attack us either.
But that was many years ago. Now both sides were a lot smarter in our weaknesses. Both sides almost as strong as each other... Though, at the moment, we were winning. Winning and ahead in this violent game.
Sprinting through a pool of human remains (either diminished by an explosion, gun or knife-slice), I constantly yelled orders to the squad I had sent out earlier through my radio, while also attempting to reach Lafayette or Mulligan somewhere within this massacre. My thoughts remained collected though somewhat slightly panicked (if that combination was even allowed). Lafayette and Mulligan still never replied, but the gunshots on the other end kept up their shots. I kept having to remind myself that it meant that at the least one of the two were alive. One of them were fighting... One of them were alive...
"Lafayette! Mulligan! Do you hear me?!" I called shoving away the mild fright on my tone.
If someone were to shoot me now, I couldn't care less. Though if you inflicted that on one of my friends or even someone I remotely care about, it would matter the world to me. I couldn't care more...
Still no response.
Lee should be catching up soon, and as much as I loathed this guy, I couldn't help but feel slight gratitude for his help. Not because I liked him! No, because we needed the extra backup. Trust me, if there was any other way than calling Lee, then I would do it. But the fact that Angeler and Burr's squad already had assignments, ticked them right off my help list. Besides, unfortunately, Lee's squad were actually the second best... so I guess that would give us the upper hand.
In the Liberty's, we have four main squadrons: Mine (Alpha Squad): Lee's (Saturn Squad): Angeler's (Hunter Squad): and Burr's (Luna Squad). The names of the squads meant nothing, they were simply just names given to us when our agency was first formed.
My squad was the most skilled then it went down to Lee, then Angeler and then Burr. Just because I was at the top though, didn't mean that the others weren't skilled- no. Far from it. Each of them had talent and did their job very well (and even though I hated to admit the same for Lee... it was true, he just treated his agents with little to no respect).
Soon after many bullets and many shattered skulls, we eventually ran into Lee. Such a highlight to my day. Especially the part when I mistakenly pulled my gun to his forehead, thankfully not pulling the trigger.
"Jesus!" He exclaimed stumbling a few steps backwards in shock, "Calm it Laurens!"
I just rolled my eyes and took the weapon down to my hips, exchanging it for a pouch of pills instead.
"Here." I bluntly stated, handing out a deep purple shaded, poison pill towards Lee. "Take it if they catch you."
He sniggered but grabbed it anyway. "Catch me? As if!"
I rolled my eyes once more walking past him and ushering my squad to follow down the halls.
"So... no apology for pointing a gun to my temple? Nothing? Fine then." He rolled his eyes back in return, copying my commands to his own squad.
Muttering lightly underneath my breath I sighed, "Jesus, your almost as snarky as Mulligan." Obviously I was joking. Mulligan was extremely stubborn and quite annoying on occasion though that was nothing compared to all Lee was. An ass.
"...Hey... You did know the line is still open, right?"
Mulligan...
Mulligan!
"Mulligan! What happened?!"
"Well firstly we all sat down and played a game of cards while sipping tea and telling jokes to each other- no, what do you think happened?!"
Normally I would have snapped back at him though the complete relief his voice gave me, shut up that tart side of my mind.
"How's Lafayette?"
"Oh... erm... other than a bullet to the shoulder he's alright..."
My stomach dropped unnecessarily. Things liked this happens all the time in this line of work! I needed to seriously get a grip and stop being a weirdo.
"Oh, I dare you say that to my face Mulligan! 'he's alright' my ass!" Lafayette retorted muffled by the distance he must have been away from the microphone.
"Pleasure to hear your voice Lieutenant." I chuckled while approaching just three more corners away.
"Oh, I bet." I could almost hear the French-mans eyes roll.
"Okay men, enough with the jokes, what happened?" I asked a lot sterner this time around.
"Well," Lafayette called a little clearer through my earpiece, "the Banes arrived and ambushed us. Mulligan never had his headset in and mine must have fallen out somewhere. But that Squad of Banes held some right bitches! By the way, that extra squad you sent came and helped finish them off, seriously, they need like an extra serving at breakfast or something!" Without really much surprise, I could hear that same squad chuckle out some faint laughter, "And I got shot!"
"Don't try to blame this on me! I told the two of you to leave and you both disobeyed. So really, that's your fault." I huffed now arriving around the second corner, spotting their own blood painted bodies standing out vibrantly near a mountain of lifeless bodies.
"Yeah, whatever." Mulligan scoffed, rudely not making eye contact. "Wait. You brought Lee?"
"I didn't exactly have a choice! Neither of you were responding and Jesus Christ, there are way too many Banes." My eyes shot the two unamused daggers trying ignore the fact that Lee stood exactly next to me, listening to all the crap I spat about him.
"Love you too Laurens." The devil spoke nudging me hard in the ribs.
I rolled my eyes and shoved away the other Commander, "Look, we all need to stop fooling around. There are going to be so many Banes here soon. We could only hold them off for so long."
"Okay then... what do you propose?" Lafayette questioned, gritting his teeth together while he stood up gripping his damaged shoulder tighter.
"Lee, you and your Squad will be attack and my Squad will be defence. Lafayette and Mulligan will help me in and out of the cell but once we return with whatever's in there, all of us need to flee as quickly as possible."
Everybody hummed in agreement while saluting to each other on respect.
"Let's do this Captain." Mulligan smirked getting ready to sprint back to the direction of door.
"Go."
With my simple words the three of us ran off (even Lafayette), twisting down many corners and side rooms, passing through offices and sanitary food halls. Down these halls, there was barely any splatters of gore and neither any trace of damaged architecture. Lafayette with his pained shoulder was bleeding less than average though was still making him wince with every sudden turn, jolt or jump we had to make, slimly sliding down the newly polished floors.
Once the door finally came back into view, it wasn't really hard to miss. A tall, ominously deadly looking, titanium hunk if metal practically glared at us through imaginary eyes or maybe the cameras surrounding it. Now usually, we would have time to take out the cameras though the Banes already knew we were here and what we were here for- so it was completely pointless.
"Right," I started meanwhile examining the coded keypad firmly joined to the right on the wall, "Laf, do you still have that Microchip?"
"Erm... yes but... you can't use it unless you have your laptop."
"Yes, but it can somewhat weaken the signal as well."
"I'm not really sure where you're going with this, Sir, but... sure... Here it is." My seconder reached down to his pocket pulling out a device that to most people, simply looked like a strip of chewing gum.
There was no time for thanks. Or
sympathy or pity for the bleeding man using the wall for support constantly. Mulligan instantly stepped out of the way of the keypad of which he was examining earlier, though there was no point for him. In the nicest way possible, he had no knowledge in this area of work so, like I said, it was pointless.
Taking out a glistening knife from the leather belt, wrapped tightly around my waist, I steadily lowered down to the top right corner before slitting over the surface of the weaker part of metal. It squeaked and shivered through me like finger nails to a chalk board. For about ten swipes over the metal, it was resilient and showed much resistance towards the grunting blades skidding over it. Until it finally managed to chip off fragments of the material eventually leaving a slight gap between the keys.
Instantly, my hands fumbled for the chip and the purple 'kill-pill' we used if we were ever captured... we couldn't risk anything...
"Lafayette. Mulligan. Do you have water? Or any liquid if that?"
But I didn't get the response I needed...
Shoot...
Blood splatter...
Bullets...
Blood splatter...
Explosion...
Blood splatter... Blood splatter...
Crap...
They were here...
"Hurry men!" I yelled gesturing violently towards the door. They had heard the echoing gunshots too and for a moment were completely frozen to their spot in the slowly dimming hallway...
"I... I... Yes, Sir." Lafayette stuttered reaching down for a dark flask and gently swilling it around before handing it back to me. "But why? I know the chip is reactive but water is neutral. Neither acid or alkali."
I gave a slight chuckle for an unnecessary reason setting all the equipment aside, "Yes but the pill is acid. And as we've all learned- acid overrules alkali. Though the drug is only reactive with liquid hence killing us with contact with either our saliva or adding to our stomach acid."
He smirked after forming a slight, "oh", with his lips. Though that smile was instantly dropped when the gunshots started nearing closer towards our door...
Goddammit Lee! You were meant to be keeping them back!
Shutting off my interactions with the men, my body instantly swung round to slight hole I formed in the first place. But when I meant slight... I meant slight. Getting the three ingredients into this gap was going to be a challenge, the liquid more than the solid and the poison.
Taking a deep breath and switching the ties on my wrist, I started action. Firstly with the challenge of the liquid. Thankfully for me, the pill and the chip didn't need much to react together so I only needed something slightly wet... I could even get away with damp... So with that thought, I cut away some of the material around my ankle before dipping it thoroughly into the water flask and dropping the fabric back into that hole I carved into earlier. With my last pill, I crunched it into powder and sprinkled it down into the keypad.
I could hear the fizz.
"Lafayette," I spoke examining the tiny chip in my fingertips, "you have activated this, right?"
He nodded clearly, having his eyes dart back and forth between me and the gunshots ringing towards us.
"Good."
Squeezing it tightly in my thumb and forefinger, I shoved it through the gap and hastily stood back with the other two nearing the wall.
I didn't want to admit it but, I had never actually done that experiment before... It was a 'hit and miss' sort of thing... Though the the chemical aspect to it seemed logical so I had presumed it would have worked... and I was not disappointed...
The purple fog huffed out the keypad like smoke from a sleeping dragons nose or, a steam train. Making satisfying clicks and hisses while it began to spark with electrics more viciously. The numbers and lights from the door and password tablet flashed at irregular rates before completely shutting down on themselves.
The three of us just grinned devilishly. We had done this... well... almost... We still had to go in and head back to base alive. Though that was easier said than done...
Giving slight glances to the other, we all took daring steps forward towards this ominous door which now was open... if only a crack...
"Do we even know what's in there?" Mulligan asked with an expression somewhat in awe.
"No. Only that it will help us with figuring out what they're up to." I took a deep breath, "So let's do this men."
As if the opportunity could be taken away at any moment, I snatched open the door and couldn't actually believe my eyes... I had to blink twice. Then again. And again. And repeating the process constantly.
In this room, it was dull. Grey. Dim. Fusty. No trace of light anywhere except for the beacon trickling in from the doorway we stood in. On first glance I didn't actually see the proper, thing, we were looking for. For starters, I let my gaze drift along the furniture but... really bad furniture... A rusting sink, a table without a chair, a small toilet and an unstable looking bed with crimped sheets dropped on the floor beside it. Secondly, the next thing I let my eyes drift to wasn't what I wanted to look at... Trails of blood. A little like skid marks or... like something trying to crawl away... But the third glance was the winner. Huddled in utter terror in the far left corner was a boy. Or a man. It was quite hard to tell... Around him was draped wet, red sheets though something told me that red wasn't supposed to be its original colour...
His whole figure was a mess. His long, thick, deep, brown hair was completely wild and stiff with moisture while it clinched to his pale skin, stretched tightly around his thin figure. He wore brown rags that were literally falling apart so it seemed the blanket he tightly hugged around him was maybe a substitute for clothing.
Despite the fact I had been running and slaughtering my way through this place and my temperature was very hot, the chill emerging heavily from this room was definitely noticeable. So that poor boy/man in the corner must have been almost frozen.
"My god... Are you sure this- he- is what we came for?" Mulligan question trailing his eyes all over this broken figure.
"I guess so..." Half with it, and half not, I made my way towards the male with gaping eyes. He was weak and he knew it. Even confiding himself farther into a ball was a struggle. "Shh..." I began, crouching next to him, tentatively reaching out a hand, "We're not here to hurt you."
Somewhere in his eyes he doubted my words, though in a situation like his... I don't particularly blame him...
"We're the Liberty's. I'm Cpt. Laurens and those two are my men: Agt. Mulligan and Lt. Lafayette. I don't need your say in whether you want to come or not but your cooperation would be helpful."
"L... Laurens? M... Mulligan? L-Lafayette?" He squeaked with his voice acting like it hadn't been used in a long time... or used far too much in shouting or screaming...
I shuddered.
"Yes... That's us... Now, I need you to stand up for me. Can you do that?"
His large pupils trailed down to the blankets encasing him to the floor and started to look doubtful of himself. "I... no... I can't stand..."
"Can you try?"
"No, your wasting time, it's pointless."
Deciding not to argue I stood up instead and walked back towards Mulligan and Lafayette (the two still in shock).
"Mulligan." I started, signalling him towards the exit, "How far off are the Banes?"
"I don't know. Ask your buddy Lee."
I sighed with anger and had bitten my tung to stop with a cruel retort. "Lafayette. Since Mulligan can't do as he's told, how far away do you think they are?"
"Around two minutes, Sir."
"And is that with the estimated time Lee can hold them off?"
He nodded. "Oui."
I had to be the calm one in this situation, even if inside I was beginning to worry. Turning back around to face the boy/man, he was drifting from consciousness steadily with head-bobs and slowed breathing.
"How bad are your injuries?" I asked directing attention back to him.
"Bad."
"Explain."
"They're bad, okay? There's not anymore to say."
Blunt...
"Alright then... Can you move at all?"
"What do you think?"
Pause.
"Look..." He began, wincing slightly with his words, "You don't need me... I'm useless and I probably won't make past the next hour so... Just leave... I'm not sure what I mean to you anyway..."
"Well..." I softly spoke back, slightly damaged by his words, "we don't know what you mean to us either really... Though we were sent to get you... so you must mean something..."
I left out the part that he was held hostage here with the Banes, so they too needed him for something... Though bringing that back up to him may trigger something nasty... and that would be the last thing we needed...
"Sir," Lafayette came forward still eyeing up this figure, "they're almost here."
I hummed in understanding, reaching down for my pistol hanging from my belt.
"Mulligan, leave and head up to Lee. Lafayette, I need your tranquilliser."
"Yes, Sir." Both, chimed in unison.
"Okay little guy, this is going to hurt a little but not as much if you didn't have it."
He gulped hard before nervously nodding his head.
Taking the injection from Lafayette, I never waited a moment before jamming it down into the boy's neck. He coughed before letting his large eyes drop closed and falling limper into the sheets.
"Lafayette, you meet Mulligan up the hall. I will be there soon."
"Yes Sir."
Blending in with the gunshots, Lafayette's footsteps retreated up the corridor as I hastily bent down to rest this boy/man in my arms. His weight and height was much alike to a late teenage boy however compared to his build and face, it seemed like he was in his early to mid twenties. Still, his mass was worryingly light... Almost like there was no body, and just the blankets...
"Laurens, we tried to keep them off but there heading your way. Have you got what we needed?" Lee broke through on the other end, panting moderately fast.
"Yes. Just get your squad out. There's nothing else you can do."
"Okay."
"Before you depart, get my squad to head farther to me. This hint we got, may be more valuable than we first thought..."
"Okay then. Lee out." The line clicked short.
With not another second left to spare, I sprinted back up the hallways, retracing every step that was originally made. The tranquilliser was fast pace in working, however, it took a while to fully put his figure at ease... He was paralysed except on the inside could most likely still feel agony from his moving bones, only expressed to me in muffled groans. I didn't pay attention. I just had to get him out of here... along with my Squad I still hoped was alive...
Taking not too long to show up, I delt with a few Banes before finally reaching the centre of my group. Barking commands furiously at the men and women, they proceeded back the way we came.
Lafayette was the last to stay behind, reaching to his waist with his good arm, pulling up some sort of metal bomb and launching back towards the enemy soldiers- leaving only our memory inside its clouding smoke...
Authors Note: Sorry this took so long but I have been ill for a week so cut me some slack! (Seriously, I slept for 14 hours straight)
I am surprised how long this chapter is! I don't know the word count get but it seems quite long when I read it back to myself! But what does my opinion mean when I'd much rather hear it from you!
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