*Kate*
My heart thrums in my ears as I run into the building. I'm on Will's heels and I hear the other team quickly climbing the stairs. Will yells, ''C'mon!" and we start up the flight of stairs.
Our training has prepared me for this, but i find myself breathing heavily after the seventh floor. I make a mental note to run more often, because this is pathetic. Skye and Will are still running up ahead and I practically kick myself to keep going. Come on! I'm not this weak. I have to keep moving.
Skye's feeling much more confident now so she takes the lead. A half second before she gets hit in the chest with a bright yellow bullet, I realize I don't hear the pitter patter of boots on the metal staircase. I come to a stop and start firing on the opposing team. I get in a few good shots before a hand clamps down on my mouth and drags me into the nearest room. I kick and try to bite my opponant, but it kicks the door closed and I'm left feeling weak. A familiar voice whispers, ''Promise not to yell when I take my hand off?'' I nod, and realize that the voice belongs to Will! Why did he drag me in here?
''Okay, so here's the deal. I didn't plan this attack correctly, and we're outnumbered. Big time. I'm talking about a 4:1 ratio here. So the only way we can win this is to play dirty. God knows we left the traditional rules out a long time ago, when you shot Jace in the face.''
''You can't tell me you didn't like the idea of me shooting the asshole that pushed me out of a moving train!''
''Never said i didn't dear, I'm just saying that if we're gonna win, we're gonna need to give 'em a good kick under the belt.''
''I'm down with that. What are ya thinking?''
''I'm thinking we get 'em by behind.''
''Oooof... Cheap move.''
''Yeah, I know. But it's your choice. We can either surrender, though I don't think you'd appreciate what it would do to your rep, or we can take them down. We've already lost Skye, so it's basically just me and you. You in?''
''Hell yes.''
''Great. But you're not gonna like what I have in mind...''