Forbes made his way down one of the hallways, gun pointed straight out. Bodies fell in different places in the corridor as a light swung back and forth, probably coming loose from one of the many bullets that flew through the hallway. He knew his mission was to kill Mike, but he didn't know how he was going to accomplish this. Mike was a better agent and he was way too smart to be snuck up on. It was leaving Forbes with an internal battle.
That's when he heard a gun cock back. He froze in that moment as he was grabbed by the shoulders and then thrown into a wall. "Mike." He immediately said once his thoughts were confirmed on who it was. There was one thing that surprised him, though. "April." He thought she had made it out. "It's me."
"Dave?" Mike asked, completely confused at his presence.
"Forbes?"
"You two scared the shit out of me."
"Jesus." April spoke as she pushed her hair back, looking to Mike in panic.
"What the fuck?" Mike asked Forbes, all of them reveling in the confusion without really asking what was going on.
"Just put that thing down." He spoke, noticing April had a gun in her hand too. "Things."
They both did as he said, April putting it in the holster of the vest. "I almost blew your fucking brains out." Mike told him with the shake of the head. "What are you doing here?"
"I was with the South Korean delegation." He explained quickly, both of them nodding their head, that small information making sense. "What the fuck are you two doing here?" Mike put his arm around April's lower back as they talked, Forbes taking that information in automatically. He knew Kang was gonna kill April, but he didn't think he would be the one that would have to. That changed things. A lot of things. "I thought you were working at the Treasury."
"Yeah, I am." He spoke as he looked over to April. "Believe it or not, I came in through the front door."
Forbes began to let out long, relaxing breaths. "Fuck, April, you must have been scared out of your mind." She shrugged in confirmation. "Why aren't you in the bunker?"
April shrugged, finding herself shaking, thinking about it all over again. "I didn't get there in time for them to start shooting up the place. I hid in the walls."
Forbes nodded, knowing they should have checked the walls first. "God." Forbes spoke, throwing his head against the wall as he slid down it, pulling out his cigarettes once he sat down. "I saw my life flash in front of me." He brought out his hand once he had a cigarette in his mouth. "Look at my hand. I'm fucking shaking." Really, he was shaking because he was scared for what was going to happen in the next few minutes.
Mike and April both sat down in front of him, April finding herself leaning on Mike. She had actually felt safe finding someone else she knew in here. "It's good to see you, buddy." Mike spoke, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
Once he finally lit his cigarette, he offered the pack up to Mike and April. Mike shook his head, but April automatically took one, letting Forbes light it for her. "I thought we were quitting." Mike told her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Um, I just spent five hours trapped in a wall fearing for my life so I think I deserve a cigarette."
Mike rolled his eyes at her as she blew out her first puff of smoke. Forbes was laughing at the two while shaking his head. "You two still fight like an old married couple." He pointed to their arms. "You two back together?"
"Yeah." They both answered with a nod without any amount of hesitation making them both turn to each other and smile. It was nice to know they had nothing to hide anymore.
"Hey," Forbes spoke, getting their attention back. "Is the President okay? What about Conner?"
"They got him in the bunker." Mike spoke. "And we got Conner out." Mike chuckled a little while looking around at just the destruction of the hall. "It's a fucking shit show, huh?"
"That's for sure." Forbes spoke with an eye roll. "Roma make it?" April quickly turned to Mike, not really thinking about the other agents until Forbes said something. Mike looked down before shaking his head, April turning away from him with deep breaths. Roma was one of the toughest guys she knew. He was practically indestructible in her eyes. To hear that he didn't make it, that he was dead somewhere in this house, it shook her to the core.
"We've gotta keep moving." Mike spoke, standing up suddenly, Forbes following quickly, but April stood up slowly, the thought of Roma still floating through her head.
Mike looked behind him and April finally looked up at Forbes. He was looking Mike up and down, almost like he was trying to see how he would take him down. April's head kind of turned to the side as she gripped her cigarette tightly and moved her hand to her holster. "You got a plan, Mike?"
"Yeah." He scoffed as he continued to look at the area. "It hasn't worked out so far."
Forbes laughed while shaking his head, but April wasn't going to take her eyes off of Forbes. Something was fishy about this whole thing. She didn't know if this whole situation had made her paranoid or if it had just made her more aware. In her mind, she came up with a plan of action in case Forbes really was there to betray them. "Fucking Mike." Forbes spoke through that laugh. "You always were a hard ass. You never change."
His face began to get serious, April taking a moment to look away from Forbes to give Mike a worried look out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, Dave." He spoke, looking to him with such concern.
April looked back to him, shaking, she didn't know what to do anymore. What if she was just reading too much into this? "This place is getting me rattled, man. I can't think straight."
"You okay?"
"Mike." April whispered. He looked to her, not sure what was getting her so shaken before looking back to Forbes. That's when he noticed April's hand on her holster.
"No." Forbes spoke with the shake of the head. "Not for real." Mike looked back down to April's hand, noticing she wasn't backing down. "This fucking Kang guy, he's crazy."
Both their eyes clicked to Forbes, noticing one detail he had that neither of them shared. "How do you know his name?" Mike asked, pulling his gun out of his holster.
Forbes looked down to the two and where their hands were, knowing the only way to get to them was to get to the other. "Hey, Mike," Forbes began with a laugh. "Do you remember New York?"
With that, he threw his cigarette at Mike, throwing him off for a moment as he hit him in the side of his head. April tried to get her gun, but Forbes grabbed her hand, twisting it before pulling her into his chest and putting a gun to her head.
When Mike looked to the two, he put his hands up, finger nowhere close to the trigger. April rolled her eyes, hating being the damsel in distress. She decided right there that this was going to be her last time as one. She gripped the cigarette in her hand tightly before slamming it into his eye, Forbes immediately dropping his gun and screaming before she kicked him right in the knee and breaking herself out of his grasp.
Mike charged at Forbes once April was clear, throwing him into the next room and into a table. The two wrestled when April ran in, Forbes's holding Mike's gun to the right as Mike pushed his hand away from him. Forbes ended up firing off two shots before April climbed on his back to get him off of Mike, sending her teeth into his shoulder. He backed up with her, slamming her into the wall a few times before she let go from the pain and hit the floor.
Forbes moved to her, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her up off the ground as she scratched at his face with what little grip she had. That's when Mike came in, kicking him in the leg right in the spot he knew would break it. Forbes dropped April, April beginning to gasp for breath as Mike jabbed Forbes in the throat.
Forbes staggered away a little bit before pulling his knife out on Mike. April watched, fearful for what was going to happen. He slashed at Mike a few times, but he blocked every single one, giving April time to get up and sending a couple punches into his head, making him fall back. Forbes got up again, Mike pushing April behind him, his knife still out. He lunged forward and when the knife looked like it was going into Mike's abdomen, she screamed. But Mike caught his wrist, ripping the knife from his hand and stabbing him right in the heart, causing him to fall right to the ground, disabled to do anything else.
April let out deep breaths, feeling hate rush through her body as she saw him lying there like that. This was someone they trusted. He just tried to kill them both. He betrayed her father. All of them. She went forward, kicking him right in the head, Mike having to pull her back before she could do even more damage.
Mike slowly walked over to him, crouching down so he could look right at him. Forbes turned to him, blood pouring out of his mouth as April just stood back. If she got any closer to him, she knew she would finish him off. "Oh, Dave." Mike whispered while shaking his head.
"Why did you do it?" April asked, getting a little closer. She definitely didn't have the sympathy in her voice that Mike had.
"Fuck." He whispered, blood pouring out the left side of his mouth now. "I lost my way."
April shut her eyes at how broken his voice was. Maybe she was being a little too harsh. The man was dying right in front of her and she was giving him no compassion. That was something Mike always loved about her and she was slowly losing it.
"You can make up for it now." Mike whispered as he pulled out the satellite phone, Forbes trying to put his hand over his mouth as an attempt to stop some of the blood. "Tell Kang I'm dead and help me save the President and April."
Forbes looked to April, a flicker of a smile crossing his face as he moved to the mouth piece while Mike pressed the button for him. "Kang, it's Forbes." He sounded so weak, that compassion flooding back into April's system. "I got him. All clear."
"Good." was the only reply, leaving Mike to shut it off and stuff it back into his pocket.
Forbes looked to Mike, nodding, knowing what he had to do. Before Mike could make any movements, April moved toward him, sitting down with him and grabbing his hand. She moved to his face, placing a soft, meaningful kiss on his cheek, looking him right in the eye and brushing his hair back. With that, she stood up next to Mike as he leaned forward, quickly pushing a knife through his brain as April flinched away, not wanting to see what his face was going to be frozen as.
1:32am
Ben and Ruth were tied up side by side, Ruth's head hanging in pain from the beating she got from Kang and his men. Ben's head was hung down in thought, mostly of where April and Conner were right now. "Ruth," Ben began, head still down.
"Mr. President?" She asked, half turning to him.
He turned to her with a bit of a smile. "Rough day."
"Could be worse." She spoke jokingly with a shrug. "How's my hair?"
He laughed as he turned to look at her, glancing her hair over before responding. "Not a strand out of place." She smiled too, knowing that was a huge lie. Ben's face suddenly got serious. "Any regrets?"
"None." She spoke confidently with the shake of the head. "You?"
Ben looked down, thinking about that for a moment. "A few." His biggest one was forcing Mike and April apart. At the end of the day, no matter how hard he tried to protect her, she could make her own decisions, and Mike got her out of here. He saved her. That and forcing Mike out had to be his biggest regrets. He finally looked up at Ruth with a smile, deciding to go with the less serious regret. "Like running for president."
"The office is lucky to have you, sir." She told him seriously, making Ben smile for just a bit longer before going back into his own world, thinking about April and Conner all over again.
1:35am
In the Pentagon, they were discussing a plan of attack, one that would go directly against everything Kang ordered them to do. General Clegg moved forward, looking and the footage he was being sent of the White House. "Looks like there's only four sentries on the roof. With the Air Defense grid gone, they're vulnerable to an aerial insertion."
"Wait," Mike commanded as he and April both hurried up the stairs. "Let us get there first and check it out."
"We're not waiting." General Clegg spoke.
"We have to secure Cerberus." Speaker Trumbull spoke as both Mike and April gave each other a panicked look.
"Oh, fuck." Mike spoke before turning to look at April as they stood at the bottom of the steps to get to the roof. "Okay, April," he began, trying to look at her as seriously as he could. "You're gonna have to stay here."
"Bullshit." She spoke automatically while shaking her head. "I am going with you."
"April," he sighed out, almost begging with her. "Just please listen to me." He moved forward, grabbing her hands in his, fear running through her whole body as their eyes met. "If anything happens to you up there, I will not be able to forgive myself."
"And if anything happens to you up there and I'm not with you, I'm not gonna be able to forgive myself." April moved closer to him, tears falling down her cheeks now. "Mike, just stay with me." It was hurting him just to look at her. "We've done our part. Let's just get out of here and we can wait it out until morning." She shut her eyes as she let out a gasp from the tears. "Please, Mike, just don't go."
He moved one of his hands to her cheek, looking her right in the teary eyes. "Hey," She continued to cry as he rubbed his thumb on her cheek to wipe them away. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I am not leaving like that. It's not who I am and you told me you wanted all of me. This is all of me, April."
April shook her head at him, looking at their hands before looking up at his face once more. "Why are you talking like you're not gonna come back?" Mike looked down at that, knowing he was guilty. It was hard to say if he was going to come back with how serious this was all getting. "Listen to me." She was full of distress, but she was going to get this out. "You're coming back to me. You're gonna find me like you found me before. That's the only rule. That's the only condition."
Mike moved his remaining hand from hers to cup her face in both of his hands before giving her a soft kiss. When he pulled apart, April was still crying, but he was going to say one thing that would make her feel just a little better. "I'm gonna find you."
April gasped just a little bit, wishing he wasn't going, but at the same time, she knew he had to. "I know you will."
He hated to leave, but this was the only way he was going to save her and her father. He slowly released the grip he had on her cheeks before backing away. He turned around, not really wanting to look at her as he got to the bottom of the steps in fear that he wouldn't want to do his job. He just had to see that face one more time even if it was crying and broken. He turned around, watching her as she cried. He couldn't just leave like this. Not without saying one important thing.
He hurried back to her, grabbing her again, his lips crashing with hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. April rated it as one of the top five kisses they had shared, so good, she didn't want to ever part from him. Mike broke apart, stroking her cheeks again. "I love you."
April shut her eyes as she leaned her forehead to his, breathing in his familiar scent. "I love you."
The SEALs began their flight to the White House in multiple helicopters, but no one would have guessed that the Koreans were one step ahead, having a drone flying around the area to spy. "Here they come." The woman monitoring the computer reported as she maneuvered the drone to get a better look.
Kang moved to his ear piece, pushing it further into his ear. "Is the Hydra assembled?"
Men were in the supply room just under the entrance to the roof, getting together the last minute checks on the weapon waiting in case they tried anything like this. "Weapon is ready?"
"Stand by to repel boarders." Kang commanded as the man nodded, taking in the information before moving to the weapon, beginning to rise it up onto the roof.
All the men moved to the weapon just as Mike poked his head through, finally getting a visual of what was going on. He moved further into the room, knowing the men were distracted more with getting everything ready. When he moved to the control panel, he saw what this mystery weapon was along with the loads of ammunition they had. "Fuck." Mike whispered, holding his gun just a little tighter.
April was downstairs, finding herself pacing. She was just so worried about Mike. If anything happened to him and she wasn't there, that would be the hardest thing for her to take. As she continued her pacing, she began to hear footsteps from behind her.
April looked down the steps she was just above, moving a little closer to hear better. She could hear muffling talking in a foreign tongue, causing her to panic for a moment. She looked around, wondering if there was anything she could hide behind. There wasn't anything around, but the shadows. She could hide there. She didn't want this to escalate, but she was prepared to if she had to.
Mike began trying to unlock the weapon, but every attempt was a wrong one. "Jacobs," he spoke like he was talking to a child who had just done something wrong. "You've got to abort this mission. They've got the Hydra 6."
In the Pentagon, Lynne turned to look at General Clegg who seemed to stiffen at the mention of the weapon. "What is that?"
"Next generation weaponry." Lynne's eyes grew wide at that. "Ours."
"How the hell would they get that?" She demanded as Trumbull moved even closer to the screen, feeling like this plan was sinking before it truly started.
"It doesn't matter." Clegg said, eyes trained on the screen, not showing the fear haunting the back of his mind. "We'll take it out."
Mike was panicking on the other side of the conversation, knowing he wasn't going to be able to deprogram it and these men were flying into their deaths. "I said abort this fucking mission!"
Mike could hear someone coming into the room, Mike sighing because he knew there was no way he was going to be able to hide in time. Mike ran at the man, pushing his gun to the side before shooting him in the leg and shooting the man coming for him. He then used the first guy as a human shield before shooting the other men trying to come for him.
April put her hand over her mouth so she could take the deep, scared breaths she was holding onto. She gripped her gun tighter, finding herself shaking. She could hear the footsteps and conversation getting even closer.
She slowly put her hand down from her mouth and let out a slow breath, curling her lips together to make it even slower. April knew what she had to do. This would be the first person she's ever killed. She had to do it, though. If these people got past her, they would go straight for Mike. She wasn't going to let that happen.
As soon as they made it up the stairs and onto her level, she pushed her gun out and pulled the trigger. The first one dropped, but there was one more and he had a bigger gun. "Shit." She cursed before hurrying out the way as the bullets sprayed the area she was just in. She ran up the first few steps before turning around and shooting him.
His gun stopped, but he wasn't dead yet. He just stood there, still blinking and moving. And his gun was going for April. She shut her eyes as she pushed her body down and shot her gun off four times until she heard his body hit the floor.
She was shaking when she opened up her eyes, seeing the two men she had just killed. With her hands shaking, she dropped her gun and let the tears she was holding in fall. She let out desperate cries as she put her hands to her chest. That's when everything she had done tonight rushed to her like a bad dream. She stabbed someone in the leg before demanding information. She shoved a cigarette into the eye of a man she had once called a friend. She had killed someone. Two people. They had families somewhere. All the men she had helped Mike kill had families somewhere. Sure, they were trying to kill her and they took over her house, but she couldn't help this remorse eating away at her.
Once the SEALs made it to the White House, the Hydra extended out of roof, shooting down the helicopter in front. The helicopters weaved in and out of the shard of bullets, getting a spray here and there, but dodging the most of it.
Mike could see all the bullet shells fall to the ground, knowing that those men were dying out there. Mike killed the last remaining terrorist in the room before ascending to the staircase that would lead him to the roof, making sure to grab one thing he knew would work in taking out the Hydra. An RPG.
The helicopters were dropping like flies as well as the crew in them. One helicopter crashed on the White House lawn, leaving all the bystanders speechless. Only two helicopters were left for Trumbull to demand an abort mission.
Mike made it to the roof, the wind hitting him hard as he looked at all the madness before him. The helicopters were still shooting, Mike having to hide by the door so he wouldn't be shot. Once the helicopters were making their way out, Mike took that opportunity to take out the Hydra. Once it blew, he was forced down, the explosion shaking his core.
The last helicopter had suffered motor failure from the bullets and ended up spinning on its way down, headed straight for the White House. Once Mike saw it coming down, he got up and ran, falling to one of the holes made in the ceiling, holding on so he wouldn't fall through. Then, the helicopter maneuvered, the blades going right for him.
Mike was forced to let go, bracing his body to hit the floor. When he thought he was going to stop at the first floor, he ended up breaking through it and ending up on the floor of the Lincoln Bedroom, losing consciousness instantly.
Then, the helicopter exploded, taking out a good chunk of the house. April jumped once she heard that. Mike was up there. She turned around, seeing the fire in the floors above. She pushed herself up, her body sore from all the beating up it had taken. She didn't care about any of that though. It was just a minor inconvenience, fresh tears pushing their way to her eyes at the thought of what had become of Mike. "Mike!"
In the next half second, something knocked against her head, sending her down, face first into the stairs. She took deep breaths as the pain spread before the back of her shirt was forced up and her arms pinned behind her back. The man who had her, moved to the radio on his shoulder as April found herself woozy from the hit she suffered. "I have the girl. Making my way to the bunker now."
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