We ducked into the garage with all the motorcycles and 4wheelers and that kind of crap. Alex looked outside. MI6 had actually done a pretty good job. The place looked like a mini Iraq. Machine guns and RPGs, assault rifles and grenades.

I couldn't really tell who was on our side. Every single person out there was avoiding the warehouses like they were nuclear. That was a good idea, considering they WERE nuclear.

Alex jumped on one of the 4wheelers.

"Come on!" he shouted.

I didn't really know where he was going with this, but I decided to follow him, considering he dealt with this kind of thing before.

I jumped up on a big blue one. It had some Russian name on it. Personally, I would have been fine with a Toyota.

We started to pull out of the garage

Bullets cut a line of holes in the wall above our head.

I immediately lay flat against the 4wheeler.

"Alex!" I hissed and he did the same.

Playing dead is actually effective sometimes. No more bullets came in our direction.

"Where's MI6?" I asked, surveying the battle field.

"North border, Main entrance. We need to get to them. " Alex said quickly.

I looked around, finding the best route. Every way was a crossfire between the opposing sides. Except one.

Through the warehouses.

You know? With the Uranium 235 warheads?

I gunned the motor and sped through as fast as I could, hoping Alex would follow. He did. We were about 3/4s of the way to our side when a stray bullet blew out one of Alex's tires. We abandoned the 4wheelers and ran the rest of the way. What should have taken 5 minutes took a half hour, because we constantly had to stop and duck behind something.

I spotted 2 guards still at the doors of the warehouse. The one we had gone in though. The dead one was long gone and I motioned for Alex to be quiet.

2 shots. 2 dead. 2 new Kevlar vests for me and Alex.

We quickly buckled them onto ourselves and headed along our way.

It came in handy.

We raced around the corner to where MI6 had sent their troops and each received a bullet in the chest.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?!" I then proceeded to let lose a string of cuss words that would have made a sailor proud.

"Its cub!" the guy with the gun shouted.

Immediately another man rushed forward pulled us behind a pile of sandbags. This was fairly stupid, since now we were in the line of fire, even though; behind the building we were safe.

"Wolf!" Alex seemed surprised to see this particular guy.

"Great to see you, Cub. I just wish it wasn't like this again" Wolf replied.

I cleared my throat. I am NOT one to be ignored.

"AHEM" I said flailing my arms.

Alex grinned a little

"Wolf, meet Emery. She's my partner on this mission"

Wolf looked at me and said

"Nice to meet you emery"

We shook hands, which felt a little odd, exchanging formalities while people were shooting and the world was about to be plunged in a nuclear holocaust.

I pulled up my Famas and emptied it across the battle field, killing 20 guards on the other side. Wolf and Alex chatted for a minute about what the plan was.

A half hour later, we were falling behind. We were all battered, bloody and tired. The SAS men were doing their best to fight off the bad guys.

Another hour of fighting went by. Cub dropped down beside us. He had been shot in the thigh and his Kevlar vest had deflected plenty of bullets.

"There's a problem" He said.

Not good news in this kind of situation.

"No matter what we do his estate, this guy can still set off the warheads. Blowing up the warehouses is out of the question and unless the two of you can get inside his computer and deprogram the missiles. They will go off."

I sighed. was this never going to end? unfortuneately he was right. I reloaded the submachine gun I was past wanting to go home, or live to see tomorrow. All that mattered now was protecting the millions of other people in the world.

Alex hesitated and turned back to Wolf.

"Give me a gun"

He said.

Wolf shook his head

"I'm not supposed to"

Alex glared at him.

"How am I supposed to protect myself?"

Wolf jerked his head at me.

"Stay behind her."

That made Alex turn red with anger.

"Come on Alex! I know where his computers are!" I grabbed his arm and started to pull him back between the warehouses.

Once we were out of sight of the SAS men, I handed him an Uzi.

I felt like I was giving a diabetic kid candy.

He was pretty good with a gun. He had pointed forward, ready to shoot, which would have been fine except for the fact that I was standing in front of him. I turned around and grabbed the barrel, shoving it up to the sky without a word.

He carried it right the rest of the way as we made our way back through the warehouses.

We finally stopped outside the door we had entered before and where I had killed three men.

"You go in there" I jerked my head at the door.

"what about you?" Alex asked, somewhat worried looking.

"I'm gonna check the house" I pointed over my shoulder to the grand house on the hill.

Alex nodded and we parted.

I made another dash across the field and ducked behind the garage. I checked my knee. It hurt like hell, but was holding up.

There was a rumbling and freaked out and whipped around.

"oh"

The garage door was slowly opening.

I held up the Desert eagle I had gotten from the SAS men.

The car was a plain black sedan. My eyes widened as I saw the driver.

Tuvia Veitenhov was making a break for it.

That bastard was leaving his little brother to deal with everything.

I raised the gun, it was a perfect shot. My finger was on the trigger when something slammed into me from the side. I crashed into the brick wall.

I slid to the ground, wheezing from the impact.

I had dropped my gun and it clattered across the pavement.

I looked up to see Mr. Assassin climbing into the passenger side.

The one who had shot me in the leg. I stood up leaning against the wall and pulled the Famas around front, getting ready to shoot, but it was too late. The car had already sped off down the drive.

I probably could have shot it, but I didn't want to waste any more bullets.

I stood up and walked back over to the desert eagle. A bullet hit the concrete by my hand and I whipped around, putting three shots into the man's head.

I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

"Would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?"
No answer. I snickered.

I tried the door knob. Locked.

Gee, big surprise!

I stepped back and braced myself, then charged at the door.

CRACK

I staggered back from the solid oak door.

"holy crap!"

I shook it off, avoided the door and used the butt of the Famas to shatter the window.

Much better.