He turned back to you, obviously impatracking your head on a heavy wooden table on the way down. Blacking out, the last thing you saw was Leonard's smiling face as he jammed the door closed with an iron bar, you twisted out of the loosened ropes and pilfered through his pockets, searching for a weapon. You came across a gun with a silencer (conveniently XDD) and quickly pocketed it, along with a set of keys to unlock any barred doors. 'It has begun…can I reach them before it's too late?'
Quickly glancing around the door to assure that the guard had indeed left to prepare for the ambush, you sprinted down the hall, cursing at the pain in your legs. 'After a month…I shouldn't be pushing myself so hard…but right now, I don't have a choice. I just have to hope that my body doesn't give out on me.'
Reaching the end of the plain gray corridor, you heard voices coming from the left pathway, before two people deeply engaged in conversation rounded the corner. "Yeah…the boss has been gone for a while. I wonder what he's doing in there," said the man in a deep voice, obviously another guard.
The guard's companion laughed, "What do you think he's doing in there?"
Panicked, you looked around, searching for a hasty hiding place. Seeing nothing around you, your gaze turned upwards in hope. "Should we check on him?" the first guard asked.
"Nuh, let's just walk past, knowing the boss he'll gut us if we interrupt his 'alone time'," grinned the second guard, turning the corner to walk past your cell room.
"Hey, is the door supposed to be open…OH SHIT! CALL LEONARD!"
"I AM, I AM!" the first guard shouted, punching numbers into his cell, "Hello? Mr. Leonard Sir? I'm afraid the prisoner nearly killed Boss and has escaped. Uhh…his condition? He's not moving…at all. The prisoner? I don't know, she could be anywhere by now…yes Sir, I will join the ambushers, right away! But…what about Boss? Huh…leave him? But….ok, ok, we're on our way!"
You watched from between the pipes on the ceiling, waiting for them to sprint off. Judging the area once again safe, you swung down from the pipes attached to the ceiling. Straight into two guards. At the last second, you used your momentum to your advantage and heftily kicked them both in the chest, sending them sprawling. One of them recovered faster and quickly reached for this phone, calling for assistance. Before the call could ring through you ran at him and bowled him over in his surprise. You both landed heavily and the phone spun out of his hand, skidding across the concrete floor to hit the opposite wall. Relieved, you administered a blow to render him temporarily unconscious and were about to stand when something cold was pressed to your back. You froze, realising that whilst you and the first guard were squabbling over the phone, the other guard had reached for his Glock 27 pistol. "Stand against the wall, keep your hands up," growled the second guard, pressing the gun menacingly into your spine.
Complying, you slowly moved over to the wall before turning around to face the man. 'What am I going to do? He obviously won't let me reach for my gun…unless I can distract him somehow.'
Acting out the part of the cornered victim, you raised your hands and stood with your back against the wall. Your eyes flickered over to the left down the hall, allowing your eyes to widen slightly before a small smile crossed your features. Seeing your expression, the guard quickly glanced down the hall to see…nothing. That one second was all you needed to draw your gun, and without hesitating you shot him just below the right kneecap. He dropped his gun and crouched down to cradle his bloody wound. Efficiently concealing the pistol the guard had dropped, you were about to give the guard a blow like the one you had given to his companion when he moaned and fainted, sprawled over the floor. You sweatdropped at the situation, 'I guess that works as well…'
Bending to pick up the phone you winced as your body protested. 'I mustn't be as able as I thought…I just have to avoid all the guards and get out of here as fast as possible so I can warn the others.'
Your eyes widened as you saw the call sign to a mobile saved as 'The Lady' on the cracked screen. "Oh shit, this can't be good!"
"Lady Montessa said that they were patrolling this corridor, so the escapee must be around here," yelled another deep voice, and as a horde of generic guards came into view, you stared like a deer in the headlights.
"There she is! Shoot her!" screeched the guard at the front.
Hearing his words, you dropped the broken phone and burst into action, sprinting the opposite way down the corridor. Turning this way and that, you lost all sense of direction, solely focused on losing the squad of guards herding after you. Turning to look behind you, you lost your footing and barraged into a large door at the end of a corridor. Your fall was broken by rich red carpet, and you laid there, slightly stunned, in the doorway. "Oh…you must be the escapee everyone's after! Don't worry, I'm a captive in this place as well, I'll hide you!" spoke a soft, light voice.
You opened your eyes to take in a massive bedchamber filled with expensive fabrics and valuable paintings; wide windows spanned the opposite wall. Sitting on the edge of a king size 4-poster bed was a delicate woman in a white dress. She looked a few years older than you and her features were warm and comforting. Climbing up off the floor, the woman quickly stood and closed the door behind you, ushering you further into the room. Recovering from the shock, you quickly asked her if she had a working phone. She shook her head and you felt slightly disappointed. "However, I can help you to escape," she said, making you look up in hope.
"You can? Please tell me quickly, I need to get to my friends," you implored, seizing her hands in excitement.
She smiled slightly at you, before leading you to a doorway. "Beyond that doorway lies another corridor, are you with me?"
You nodded your head when suddenly you felt weight from your belt disappear and soft laughter from behind you. "How you could be so naïve, Ahiru, I'll never understand. Accepting help from strangers, especially strangers like me, Lady Montessa, who want you dead!" giggled the woman you had believed was a fellow captive.
"Damn! I dropped my guard! It didn't even register that if she's a captive, why was her door unlocked?'
"I guess that just means I shouldn't trust anyone now, doesn't it," you spat, turning to face her slowly.
Her eyes were no longer soft and compelling, they had an almost maniacal quality to them and her smile had twisted into one of cool dominance. She had both guns pointed to your head at point blank range, making sure that you had nowhere to run. "I'm sure no one will mind if I just go ahead and shoot your head off," she said, her light voice contrasting with the dark words.
Your eyes narrowed as you considered your options, your back lightly pressed against the rough wood. She only laughed at you, "I can see that mind of yours trying to find a way out, but there's no escape this time, you've got no where left to run, no more doors left to open!"
Her words sparked a plan and in a split second you brought it into existence. In a few swift actions you brought your foot down on her unprotected toes, slapped the guns out of her hands, opened the door behind you, and sprinted down the unknown corridor, away from the surprised and shrieking Lady Montessa.
'Well this is just great, I don't know where to go, I've got no weapons and I don't even know if the ambush has already been initiated!'
"Keith Tombrolio, has been charged with drug smuggling internationally. It seems that men known to work under him were caught and charged with the kidnapping of a Japanese boy a few months ago. Japanese police confiscated 3 million worth of drugs at the sight," said Aizawa, reading out loud from a police profile.
The steady rumble of the moving van hummed beneath the investigators feet.
"Good work Aizawa-san, he seems to match the description," crackled a voice over the radio.
"Ryuuzaki, there are two more profiles that accompany his. One is a woman known as 'The Lady', the other is a man called 'Master Leonard'. I am concerned over Leonard as it appears that he was a former strategist for an army before being removed from service for supplying information to an enemy country," Aizawa said, flipping through the pages.
L bit on the end of his thumb, deep in thought. 'A strategist? This could get interesting…'
"Argh! This is impossible! How can I save them if I can't even navigate myself out of this building?!" you seethed, close to tearing your hair out in frustration.
'Okay, that's it! The next person I find is going to help me out of here no matter if they want to or not!'
Hearing voices to your left, your mind cleared immediately and you pressed yourself against the door to hear the conversation. Unfortunately for you, the door was partially open and you stumbled straight into a room full of guards. "Can we help you?" one of the guards asked, turning to stare at you.
"Heh…sorry, I guess I got the wrong room?" you lied, sweatdropping and rubbing the nape of your neck.
"Well, who are you after?" he asked, politely.
"Oh…Mr…Ramen! Yes…well, I'll just be leaving now. Nice to meet you, bye!" you finished, sprinting out of the doorway and back down the hallway.
"What a strange woman…wait…I don't remember a Mr. Ramen! And didn't she look like the escapee?!"
Hearing thundering feet on your trail, you increased your speed. Crying waterfalls, you blamed your bad luck. 'Why me??'
You panted heavily, your hands on your knees. "Man, they were hard to lose!" you murmured to yourself, before straightening up and surveying your current situation. Your serious face was at odds with the many brooms and buckets hanging around your person. Sighing in despair, you opened the door of the cleaner's closet, only to hear a pained shout. Peering around the door in interest you saw a mountain of a man rubbing his nose.
He towered over you, both wider and taller than you. His skin was tanned and he grew dark stubble across his jaw line, drawing attention away from his black piggy eyes. He caught sight of you and stared, obviously surprised. "You…you're face seems familiar. Say, aren't you that escapee that's been causing so many problems?"
"Uh…no?"
His eyes bored into yours, causing you to squirm in discomfort. He reached into his shirt, and you tensed to run, expecting him to pull out the standard issue gun. Much to your surprise, in his tight grasp was a small pair of glasses. He perched them on the bridge of his thick nose and looked down at you. "You…you lied to me!" he accused, looking slightly upset.
"Umm…I'm sorry?" you replied, completely thrown.
"Apology accepted. Now, since putting you out of commission would solve a lot of problems for me, please just stand still while I knock you out," he said, raising a hefty arm.
'Is he…for real?' you thought, nimbly dodging out of the way of the strong blow.
"Hey! I thought I told you to stand still!"
You sweatdropped, 'Apparently so…'
"Look, I'm sorry but I just don't have the time to waste on nameless bad guys," you said, ducking out of the way of a sideswipe.
"Nameless?!" the behemoth bellowed, "How dare you?! I am the great Master Leonard!"
'Leonard…the brilliant mind that I've been hearing about? Well…I guess I was wrong…but that makes this fight a lot more worthwhile, if I can defeat him, I can get him to stop the ambush.'
Resolve coursing through your body, you looked up at the angered strategist. 'This is in no way…going to be easy…'