"One the count of three." Matthew hissed as both boys stood in front of the door.
"One… Two… Three!"
With that both boys slammed there foot into the large door breaking it off its hinges.
"What The-" There's a bullet in the man forehead before he can even understand what's going on.
The rest of the men scatter, trying to pull their own weapons. One by one each man falls, a single bullet wound to the head.
"Told you it would be easy." Alfred snarks walking over and untying the hostage.
"Yeah yeah, I just don't like going in without a plan in place you know that." Matthew's moving over and grabbing ID's off the bodies of the terrorists.
"R-right, is there a backup plan if the hostage is working for the terrorists?" Alfred asks behind him, his voice shaking slightly. Turning Matthew already has his gun aimed but the 'hostage' had Alfred in a choke hold and a gun planted firmly to his head.
"Drop the gun and step away from him." Matthew says, his voice is cold and his mind is running a million miles an hour. Trying to debate how fast it would take to kill the man before he had time to shoot Alfred.
"I don't think so Agent Maple." A cheery voice says behind him, a voice he recognizes.
"Miguel." Matthew hisses, wishing he hadn't decided to save the last bullet for himself all those years ago. When he and Miguel had worked together, after they had been trapped in a building with a crazed psycho.
"So you remember me, how sweet and here I thought you would have forgotten about the man you left to the hand of a deranged madman." He growled coming up beside Matthew, who still hadn't taken his eyes off Alfred.
"I fell through a hole in the floor you ass, one I might add you let me fall through, I didn't even remember what happened until weeks later." Matthew snapped.
"Mattie, what's going on?" Alfred asked, extremely confused at this point.
"You must be Maples knew partner, he'll let you die you know, he let four other partners die before you." Miguel said maliciously. Alfred looked horrified, looking between Matthew and the man holding the gun to his head.
"That's not true, Matt would never leave me to die…right?"
Matthew sighed, lowering his gun he handed it over to Miguel. Alfred looked horrified.
"M-mattie?" His voice was low and shaky.
Matthew ignored him in favor of turning around and starting to walk away.
"See I told you he would leave you to die."
Matthew couldn't help it, he started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Miguel asked angrily.
"The gun your holding is set to explode." As he said it he took out another gun and shot the man holding Alfred. Sprinting he was by Alfred's, grabbing him and shoving him to the ground.
"YOU SON OF A-" Miguel's voice was cut off by a large explosion. The force sent Matthew and Alfred across the room, Matthew shielding Alfred's body with his own.
When he woke up he was in a hospital bed, Alfred sat in a chair next to the bed looking at him angrily.
"What?" He asked hoarsely.
"That wasn't funny, I thought you were really gonna let me die." Alfred pouted.
Hoped you like this one. See ya'll next Monday! ^-^