I'll be the first to admit, this chapter is going to skip between the characters of Maggie and Blake. Therefore, to make it less confusing I have included a (**) to indicate who's POV it is coming from. I really hope this helps and makes sense! Also, we are getting more and more into the middle of TDKR. I'm so excited and thrilled to see more reviews on this chapter and future updates! Thanks to, WarriorDragonElf54 and Deppster34 for the wonderful reviews! You guys rock!
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(Margaret Robin)
"Let's see… I'll need to buy beer. We also need eggs and milk, and what the hell, I can pick up some ice cream too!" I smiled to myself while checking the stock of the refrigerator. The big football game was in a couple of hours, which gave me just enough time to run to the store to pick up food and be ready to pre-game.
Walking through the kitchen, I made sure to place my notepad with the items I needed on top of my purse. No matter if I needed 3 items or 30, I would ALWAYS forget one important thing if I didn't have a list.
Blake had left around 10 this morning to start his investigation. After telling me about his capture of the Cat Burglar woman who also kidnapped the congressmen from the Dent Day celebration, I'd assume Blake was on a roll with this whole detective position. And hopefully that meant he'd make more money too!
After three days of rest for my feet, the swelling and bruising had vanished and only small slivers of cuts remained. Thank god I didn't have a job because the vacation I had to recuperate was much needed.
Today, however, was my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I was planning on attempting to find another job. While Blake supported the two of us fairly well, it felt wrong for him to be doing all of the work while I watched stupid shows like, 15 & Pregnant, Real Housewives of Gotham, and the dreaded New Jersey Shore.
For right now, I smiled while humming to myself and sliding my feet into my shoes, I was going to enjoy every second of this football game. With my list secured in my jacket pocket along with my wallet and keys, I left the apartment in the journey to buy food.
"I really just want beer and ice cream." I laughed to myself as I got onto the empty elevator. The elevator was always empty… it was strange, almost as if no one really lived in our apartment or something. Rolling my eyes from my thoughts, I walked out into the streets of Gotham with my jacket completely zipped up to block the chill of the wind.
The weather might have been a cloudy overcast type of day, but that wouldn't stop my thoughts of how perfect this football game was gonna be. I seriously could not stop thinking about it!
As I passed the market vendors and stands on the street, a newspaper article caught my eye and forced me to stop. It was the National Questioner. "Giant sewer-man running around the streets of Gotham?"
The vendor of the stand grunted as I read the title of the paper to myself. "That'll be $2.50 sweetheart. Otherwise, beat it kid!"
"I'm not a kid!" I frowned back. The man rolled his eyes. "Yea, whateva just gimme da monies." Reaching for my wallet, I slapped the exact change into his palm and then took my copy from the pile.
Most people would have their own opinion of the truthfulness of the National Questioner, but this article was too interesting to pass up. I looked around for a place to stop and examine the pages and then found a bench just up the street.
With my eyebrows crossed, I took my spot on the bench and flipped to the page containing the rest of the article about the sewer-man in Gotham.
"Reports are coming in that a rather large man, or creature, has been walking right out of the sewers of Gotham. This goliath also has a pack of rampaging sewer men alongside of his army. We've also gotten word from our sources that there is a bomb in his clutches.
Could this have anything to do with the return of the Batman? Are the Batman and the sewer-man in ties with one another? Or does this sewer-man plot to thwart Gotham just as badly as the Joker did eight years ago?"
I shook my head with an agitated growl. "Well there goes a waste of 3 bucks… god damnit…" Crunching the paper into a ball the size of my fist distracted me from running over to the vender and demanding my money back. "People don't understand anything about anything." I rolled my eyes while standing up after throwing the ball of wasteful papers into the garbage.
On route to the grocery just down the block, I thought about the paper even more. They had at least gotten the facts right. Indeed, there was a giant man living in the sewers with an army but as far as putting all of the pieces together, they failed miserably.
"Then again," I shrugged my shoulders while looking at my reflection in the windows of the grocery store, "Most people haven't personally meet the 'giant sewer-man'… nor do I think they want too."
(John Blake)
So far, today had been a complete waste of my day… then again, that was the point of my job right? To figure out patterns and schemes until you finally find the culprit and even then your job isn't done until someone is behind bars or dead.
Man, this job could be a drag sometime… But at least it kept me on my toes.
The one thing that seriously concerned me the most was what Maggie told me the other day. "You will die with the rest of the city then." Just what exactly was Bane planning?
Whatever the fuck it was, I knew one thing for certain: The clue to his scheme was hidden within Daggett's newly purchased cement companies.
Suddenly, my phone began to vibrate against the thin fabric of my suit pants. "Hello?" I answered grimly while keeping one hand on the wheel of my new car. "How's the search going, rookie?" Gordon's question caused me to roll my eyes. He checked up on me every once in a while or whenever I didn't call in to reveal to him my new discoveries.
"I've been to half of Daggett's cement plants and locations they've poured for underground construction." I stated almost robotically through the phone. "Anything strange about the pourings?" He questioned back.
My only thought was to shrug my shoulders, but Gordon couldn't see or hear that motion over the phone. "Honestly, Commissioner," I began to say while continuing to drive down the road aimlessly in my gold Ford car. "I don't know anything about civil engineering."
"But you know about patterns." Gordon admitted to persuade me to continue being hopeful. "Keep looking." Of course, me being out on the field working was the most Gordon had to the outside world while the entire fleet of Gotham City Police Department were attempting to smoke out Bane through the underground tunnels.
I only had three more spots to check out according to my map of Gotham. By the looks of all the marks I had written on, the next location was just a few blocks away.
As I turned into the parking area of the lot, I noticed a familiar face that was beginning to spark my interest. After placing the car into the park position and getting out of my vehicle, I looked to the two construction men that were glaring at me. "Hey!" I yelled while walking towards the men. "Hey!"
The one guy that I had familiarized myself with only grinned while his friend attempted to stop me from coming closer. I pushed his hand off of my shoulder while showing him my badge. "You're going to have to step aside right now!" I shoved him away while continuing to walk towards the man I knew. "Hey! That was you in front of the stock exchange, wasn't it?!" I declared.
"When?" The man pretended to play dumb.
"When?!" I retaliated. "When half the cities cops were trying to pull onto Castle Street and your truck was shutting them out!" I pointed to the same truck from the incident parked right in front of me.
The slime ball still continued to be innocent. "Oh yea, you're the cop."
"Detective now." I snapped. If he wanted to be short and snippy with me, two could play at this game. "And, uh, as a detective, we're not allowed to believe in coincidence." The comment rolling off of my tongue just as Gordon's words did when he promoted me to this position.
Just as I turned to the man behind me, I noticed him pull out a gun. All I saw was red in the heat of the moment, and luckily I dodged the assault while pulling out my own gun from my belt. Without the safety on, I shot the idiot quickly and he fell to the floor instantly.
The slime ball captured me in his arms from behind my back and held me tightly in place. Quickly, both he and I struggled against one another, which in turn caused him to land a few good punches in my gut and cheek.
The pain caused me to bend over at the waist as I attempted to recalibrate myself to retaliate. With my gun clutched firmly in my hand, I did the only thing I could think of… I clutched the trigger tightly.
The man felt limp in my arm and I retaliated by pushing him to the ground forcefully to get him to talk, "What were you doing here? What are you working on!?"
My hands seized his shirt collar as I shook him. But for some reason, his eyes roll in the back of his head as blood begin to pour from underneath his back. "Shit." I pushed his body away and then looked at my hands.
The gun.
The gun was still clutched in my right hand.
Looking at it with a scowl, I quickly threw the object and then looked back at my destruction. I had just killed two men. "Fuck!" I screamed at myself and clutched the top of my head. "Shit. Fucking shit to hell!"
How could I kill two people?! I didn't mean to… I knew they were bad people, but still… I had no reason to murder even worse, now I'd never figure out just what exactly they were planning.
I did the only sensible thing at the moment and panicked. Reaching for my phone in my pocket, I pressed the speed dial.
"Hello?" The female voice sang on the other line. "Are you upset that I'm sitting at home with a beer in my hand and-"
"Maggie! Mags!" I screamed trying my best to avoid looking at the two dead bodies in front of me. "Just shut the hell up for a moment will ya?!" My voice came out much harsher than expected and I could tell she was hurt by my scold. "Well shit, if you're gonna talk to me like that." She responded meekly. "What do you want?"
"I just- I just- damnit… I just did somethin' real bad…" I wiped away the sweat from my forehead.
"Huh? What? What could you have possibly done bad, Blake?"
Groaning and standing up from my crouched position, I took a gulp of thick spit. "I killed two guys." I could hear Maggie sigh through the phone. "Well…" She muttered, "Were they criminals?"
"Yea." I nodded. "They are a part of Daggett's cement company and whatever it was they were doing here I know it has something to do with Bane." I paused to take a gasp of air. "But still, I just murdered two people!"
"John. Listen…" Her voice was starting to calm my rampaging thoughts. "All you have to do is tell Gordon that you were being attacked and you fought out of self defense."
"I was being attacked." I stated forgetting to tell her that important detail.
"See! Wait- what?! They attacked you! For real?! Are you okay? Well obviously you aren't dead because they are and-"
"Margaret!" I yelled. She stopped instantly. "I'm sorry. I'm just really on edge right now! You don't think Gordon's gonna be mad at me?"
"No." She ensured me. "It was either you or them. You should probably call and tell him though. Okay?"
"Yea."
"You gonna be okay, Blake?"
I nodded. "I'll be fine Mags." I looked to the bleeding men once again before looking away and retaliating my conversation. "Have fun watching the game by yourself…"
She laughed. "Don't worry! I will indeed. Bye. Call Gordon!"
"I will," I nodded once again. "Bye." I pulled the phone from my ear and then pressed the red 'END' button on my phone. Then I quickly searched for my recent calls tab and pressed the speed dial of 'Commissioner Gordon' on the screen.
(Margaret Robin)
I sighed to myself after sitting in the comfort of my couch with a big bag of sour cream and onion chips in my lap and an iced cold beer in my hand. "Ahhh," I cried peacefully watching the previews of the local news station. This was probably the only football game I ever watched every year since I was about ten. One of the ladies at the orphanage was a die-hard Rapid City fan while the other employees of the orphanage all loved the Gotham Rouges.
It was a big deal, every year, to see which team was declared the winner because the looser would have to make cookies for us the next day.
Ever since then, I always cheered for the Rouges – not only because it was our home team, but also because Ms. Olivia cheered for Rapid City and she made the best cookies in the entire world.
My love for the Rouges only increased when I worked for J.R.W. Suits and Ties. Mr. Washington not only supplied most of the team with his custom tailored suits, but also got a small bonus from the team whenever they won a game. It wasn't much… but $100 extra in a poor orphaned girl's paycheck meant the entire world.
"Let's go Rouges, yea yea!" I chanted after gulping down a big sip of beer.
"Perfect! I can take a pee during the commercial break and-" I sat up to walk towards my room when suddenly my cell phone began to ring. Looking at the name of the caller, I giggled just before answering. "Hello? Are you upset that I'm sitting at home with a beer in my hand and-"
"Maggie! Mags!" Blake cut me off. His scream indicated the obscurity of his situation. "Just shut the hell up for a moment will ya?!" He scolded me like a child.
"Well shit, if you're gonna talk to me like that." I responded meekly. "What do you want?" My voice was short and so was my temper. If I had to recall, he was the one that called me, not the other way around.
"I just- I just- damnit… I just did somethin' real bad…"
"Huh? What? What could you have possibly done bad, Blake?" I wiped away a strand of blonde hair from my forehead.
I could hear him groaning just before he gulped loudly into the phone. "I killed two guys."
My heart stopped for a moment. Clutching the phone tightly in my hand, I sighed trying to think of the best answer to his situation. "Well…were they criminals?"
"Yea. They are a part of Daggett's cement company and whatever it was they were doing here I know it has something to do with Bane." He paused to take a gasp of air. "But still, I just murdered two people!"
"John. Listen…" I knew how badly this must have felt to Blake. He had told me a long time ago about watching his dad get shot right in front of his eyes. He swore to me that he'd never kill anyone on account of seeing his own father murdered. "All you have to do is tell Gordon that you were being attacked and you fought out of self defense." I truthfully responded.
"I was being attacked." He stated and emphasized the stress of the 'was' while informing me of that important detail.
"See!" I suddenly comprehended his words. "Wait- what?! They attacked you! For real?! Are you okay? Well obviously you aren't dead because they are and-"
"Margaret!" He yelled cutting me off again. "I'm sorry. I'm just really on edge right now! You don't think Gordon's gonna be mad at me?"
"No." I rolled my eyes. "It was either you or them. You should probably call and tell him though. Okay?"
"Yea."
Biting my lip, I thought about how much this day would mean to Blake in the future. He had sworn to me up and down that he'd never take a life. "You gonna be okay, Blake?"
"I'll be fine Mags." He paused "Have fun watching the game by yourself…" I could tell he was still unhappy, so I decided to make the moment more lighthearted by laughing, "Don't worry! I will indeed. Bye. Call Gordon!"
"I will, bye."
The phone beeped as he hung up the call. "Well shit!" I sighed falling onto the couch cushion. "At least he's okay…" I rubbed my forehead with a groan and then suddenly remembered how much I needed to pee.
(John Blake)
The phone rang once. Then twice. Three times. Four. And then went straight to voice mail. I rolled my eyes as his answering message spoke through the speaker. I walked back to my car trying hard to forget about the bodies as I left a message on the voicemail system. "Commissioner, it's Blake. I got two dead witnesses and a lot of questions. Call me whenev-"
Something caught my eye, which led me to stop and look at the barrels lined against the wall. "Wait a minute." I ran to the area, still with the phone placed to my cheek.
The bright orange label wasn't hard to miss, but what made my observation complete was the defined stick-person being exploded on the warning. "I'm looking at four barrels of polyisobutylene…" My voice was questionable as I read the chemical labeled.
My eye then caught onto the next couple of containers alongside the wall as well. Except these were blackened. "And that looks like motor oil right next to it…Jesus, they're not making cement! They're making explosives!"
Hanging up the phone, I ran to my car and picked up the map I had X'd out with Daggetts construction file I researched. The discovery caused a horrible pit in the bottom of my stomach. Turning the keys into the gear, I drove out of the area like a mad-man while not forgetting to turn on my secret police lights and sirens of my car.
"Patch me into Foley!" I demanded into the Dispatch.
"Foley's overseeing the operation." The voice Maggie hated responded. At this current moment, I hated that voice as well. "They're heading into a trap!" I screamed.
"What do you mean!?"
"Just get me to Foley!"
The person I demanded to speak to for once in my life ordered through the other line. "Foley here!"
I wasted no time in responding, "It's a trap! Pull everyone out! Bane has been pouring concrete laced with explosives!"
"Where?"
"There's a ring around the tunnels! They'll blow it and trap the cops underground!" At this point, I was panicking. Not only were all of my friends down in those tunnels, but also the threat of the city was going to be at risk with these explosions. Turning my car down the opposite street, I headed for my apartment.
Maggie…
I had to get to her quickly and attempt to find the safest place for us to escape to.
But my route took for the worse.
(Margaret Robin)
Walking back into the living room, I noticed the TV featuring a young boy singing the National Anthem. He was quite good, and brave, I had to admit.
My singing ability only allowed me to perform in the shower, not to mention doing so to annoy Blake from time to time. Other than that, I had no desire to sing in front of other human beings whatsoever. The thought of singing in front of someone I didn't know made me absolutely sick.
Blake, on the other hand, was actually astounding at singing. He would often drag me to Karaoke bars when we were younger so that he could win money in their monthly singing contests. Although, I'm not sure if Blake won from his talent or his boy-toy charm, either way, he won every time.
The boy finished the song and the entire stadium erupted into applause. I even had to stop myself from clapping as well after being so caught up in the moment.
The announcer on the screen stated the usual stats of the player's injuries, the predications and calculations of the game, and then cut to the coin toss was performed.
"Gotham is choosing to receive the ball!" The announcer stated after the Rogues won the toss. I clap my hands realizing this was a very good thing. Now, I'll be the first to admit, I'm not the most accurate person when it comes to watching this manly-man game of champions, but I had lived with Blake for 8 years and he taught me all I needed to know to understand the gist of it all.
Rapid City got into formation for the kickoff, while the boys in yellow and black did the same. I held in my hands, my Rouges yellow towel that was waved around before every kickoff. "GOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shouted to the inanimate TV screen.
The ball was kicked high into the air and number 86 caught it. He began to run clear through the middle opening that his team made a clear shot path for him to run through –
My beer toppled over and forced me to quickly attempt to place it back up to not soak the remote control. And then suddenly I felt the entire building rumble underneath my feet on the floor. "Wha the?!"
I felt my shoulder collide with the floor as a series of loud 'booms' echoed outside of my window. Looking up from my position on the wooden floor, I was completely mortified watching the football game still being broadcasted on the TV.
The entire Rouge field was caving inwards. The players fell into the large chunks of the turf to the under caverns of the city while 86 continued to run unharmed and untouched to the goal line.
"Jim!? Just what the heck is-?" The announcer from the booth screamed and then suddenly the picture cut to black.
"What the hell?!" I shakily stood to my feet and ran to the window looking out at the street from our third floor. I couldn't see much pass the smoke and floating debris. I concluded from my limited vision that the ground had not only exploded right underneath me but throughout the rest of the city as well.
(John Blake)
The sidewalk exploded in a matter of seconds while cracking my window. Then suddenly the passenger side exploded. The shockwaves that grumbled underneath my car sent the wheels into a swaying motion that only meant trouble lie ahead.
Pieces of debris, both from the concrete of the ground and items left on the streets, flew into the windshield and blocked my vision. Quickly, I engaged the wipers in the attempt that it would knock off the extra garbage but by the time the glass was visible it was already too late.
As the car took upon directing the wheels through the exploding shockwaves, it also forced the car to directly hit one explosion at the exact moment it detonated.
"SHIT!" I screamed seeing the orange fire explode against the glass. I followed my instincts by covering my head with my hands and allowing the wheel of the car to do as it pleased. Those brief seconds of being completely airborne defied the usual gravity in my seat but yet that moment of not feeling the seat cushion touch my body felt like forever.
The car tumbled on the driver side and I felt the slam of the weight of the world hit my side and then quickly it shifted to above my head. Before I had time to value the pain from the top portion of my body colliding with the roof of the vehicle, my car flipped right back to its normal position.
"Gah… ah…" I groaned trying to get the feeling of being right side up back into my consciousness. So far, everything in my body seemed to be okay. I checked my legs for any sign of damage and then my stomach and shoulders. Looking at my rearview mirror for any wounds on my head, I became relieved not seeing any.
My entire body was shaking violently. No matter how hard they had trained me in the academy for all that time, nothing could be compared to that actual moment when pretend becomes real.
I gasped once again trying to ignore my headache and need to vomit. While closing my eyes, I reminded myself to breathe in through my nostrils and out from my mouth.
When I felt calibrated enough to open my eyes, I reached for my radio on the dashboard. "Foley?!" As much as I hated this bastard, it was imperative to make sure he was safe.
The other line was fuzzy at first, but I could make out his words. "Jesus, Blake! Every cop in the city is down in those tunnels!"
My thumb rested carefully along the side button used to speak into and as much as I wanted to apologize for my mistake, a part of me knew this is what Bane had been planning all along. He told this to Maggie… and even Gordon knew-
Gordon!
My thumb quickly pressed the button and I furiously stated into the microphone, "Not every cop." Throwing down the radio, I unbuckled my seat belt while reaching for my shotgun in the back seat of the car.
Forcing all of my weight, I attempted to open the caved-in door. It opened after the fourth push and I stumbled onto my feet after escaping the vehicle's clutches.
From my location, I was about three miles away from Gotham General Hospital. I wasn't fast enough to run at the current moment – the rubble streets nor my shaking feet would allow me. Quickly examining the area, I noticed a blue sedan stopped just ahead of my location.
Placing the gun down, I reached for my badge inside my coat jacket and revealed it to the traumatized man alone in the driver's side. "Sir, are you okay?!" I asked tapping on the glass. The man looked to me frightened at the possibility I may hurt him. My hand rose to his eye-level to introduce my mercy, "I'm a police officer and I need your car right now!"
The man nodded quickly and then unbuckled himself from the car. Opening the door for him, I held a hand out to the shaken man. "Please, what should I do?" He asked as the two of us traded places.
"Get somewhere safe! Don't be out on the streets, I don't know if another attack will happen." I closed the door while placing my shotgun in the passenger side carefully. "Thank you!" I nodded and then shifted the car into drive.
(Margaret Robin)
Looking back at the TV, I raced back to the countertop with my puddle of beer in the middle while grasping the remote in my hand. Flipping through the channels frantically, I searched until I found CNN complete with the live coverage of the football game.
"There seems to be a group of people walking out from the North tunnel." One of the reporters announced as the camera zoomed in on the group. My eyes went wide staring at the familiarity of the bunch. "Oh my god… that man is the size of a mountain!"
The remote dropped from my hands as I stood there in complete awestruck. "It…it can't be…" I muttered as I watched Bane rip off the headset of one of the officials.
"Gotham! Take control." Bane's voice rang through the stadium and on my television. "Take control of your city. This…" He pointed with his massive hand back to the tunnel as a new group of men walked through. The camera zoomed in on a strange large metal ball. "This is the instrument of your liberation."
The immense of this item was so dominant that it had to be carried on a portable trolley. As soon as the men stopped walking with the trolley, another set of men walked from out of the tunnel dragging a man. Throwing him on his knees, the camera zoomed in even closer to admire this poor prisoner being taunted by Bane.
"Identify yourself to the world." The masked man retaliated by placing the microphone to his lips.
"I'm Dr. Leonid Pavel," His voice was both breathless and nervous. "Nuclear physicist."
"And what…? What is this?" Bane pointed his hand once again to the ball on the trolley. "It's a… fully primed neutron bomb… with a blast radius of six miles." The scientist replied just as nervous as before.
This is what he meant… when I came face to face with Bane the other day, this bomb is what he meant. "You will die with the rest of the city." Bane's words left my own mouth as I continued to watch the news broadcast.
"And who is capable of disarming such a device?"
Pavel shook his head slightly as if Bane should already know the answer. "Only me."
"Only you…"
I shook my own head realizing why Bane would introduce the fact Dr. Pavel was in their command. "No… no, no, no!"
"Thank you, good doctor." Bane threw the headset to the side and then twisted Dr. Pavel's neck so that his head face his back.
Not only did the crowd scream in the background, but I found myself crying to the top of my lungs as my knees buckled to the floor. "No…" My fingernails dug into the sensitive skin on top of my head. "…no, no, no!"
"Now, this bomb is armed! And this bomb is mobile! And the identity of the triggerman is a mystery." Bane continued his speech, but I listened from the floor not even daring to look up at the screen. "For one of you holds the detonator!"
That section of his speech, however, caused me to look up. With giant tears rolling down my cheeks, I trembled seeing a pointed finger of Bane on the screen.
"Now, we come here not as conquerors, but as liberators, to return control of this city to the people. And at the first sign of interference from the outside world, or from those people attempting to flee, this anonymous Gothamite, this unsung hero… will trigger the bomb. For now, martial law is in effect. Return to your homes. Hold your families close, and wait. Tomorrow, you claim what is rightfully yours."
Families… John!
Running towards my cell phone buried in the cushions of the couch, I found myself tossing the cushions off frantically in order to retrieve the device. I fumbled to find Blake's number and then pressed the call button.
The phone rang. Then again. Again. Once more… and then went to voicemail.
"Damnit!" I cursed and repeated the effect. The phone rang. Then again. Again. Once more… and then went to voicemail. "God fucking damit to hell! Pick up you son of a bitch!"
The phone rang. Then again. Again. Once more… and then went to voicemail…
"NO!" I slammed my phone on the countertop and proceeded to cry even harder. "NO! FUCKING SHIT TO HELL! FUCK!" I sobbed.
He was out there… out in the turmoil of the chaos once again threating Gotham. "Not if I can do something about it…"
(John Blake)
From the looks of the streets, every single block had been hit by these blasts. Bane must have specifically made sure of this factor. People crowded the streets nervously, which only led to aggravate me even more.
Now, I've lived in Gotham all my life, and out of the 24 years I've lived here I don't think I've ever honked the horn of a car as much as I did driving down that street. Nonetheless, I just got a car recently after being a police officer… but still. People were everywhere and it was honestly a miracle I hadn't hit anyone yet.
Whenever I visited Gotham General, I always made sure to avoid the patient loading deck in the even that someone with a serious injury would need to be taken into the hospital. This time, however, I parked the car in the turnabout and ran from its confinement with my shotgun carefully clutched in my hands.
The usual nurses and doctors were inside the building as always, but this time the look of complete horror and panic filled each one of their faces. Most were hiding in the corners of the room or on the ground with their hands on top of their heads.
"They went that way!" The nurse with the baby blue scrubs pointed in the direction I usually took towards Gordon's room. I nodded quickly and continued to hold my riffle in my hand as I ran.
I had to be quick and on my toes, I thought to myself after pushing aside one of the doors with my shoulder. I made sure to quickly glance behind me to make sure no one was following.
Three sets of gunfire caught my attention. Running forward with so much speed I didn't even know I had must have come from the adrenaline of the whole situation.
I made sure to hold the mouth of the gun to the door before kicking open Gordon's room. The sight inside threw me off guard for a moment as I attempted to see the faces of the three men lying on the ground.
Then a click near my right ear forced me to straighten. It was the sound of a handgun– "Clear the corners, rookie."
Looking behind my back, Gordon released the gun from my head. We made a brief moment of eye contact that informed me that Gordon had been the one who made those shots just before.
"Get my coat, son." He nodded before walking out of the threshold of the doorway. "We've got a situation on our hands."
Rolling my eyes, Gordon didn't see my sarcastic reaction since my back was turned to pick his brown jacket into my hands. "Well you're not wrong about that."