"Mic check"

"Loud and clear Sal, you all set?"

"Yeah, time is 7:39pm, want to get started M?"

"Let's commence the operation."

Sal grinned and cracked his knuckles. He rolled his shoulders and neck and finally clasped his gloved hands together with a muffled snap. "Showtime."

"Don't forget to change your hair, we don't want anything that could lead them back to us, and you stand out way to much with that pink spiky hair."

"I know M, can't have me being found and caught." He ran his hand through his hair, transforming it to black and slicking it back. He went even further and changed his eyes to ocean blue. "All done M, let's get the show on the road."

"Move out Agent, remember, non-lethal tactics only, killing has not been authorised." M kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, watching the live feed of Sal's contacts so as to pick up on anything he may miss.

"I've got two guards on the closest entrance, probably more on the other entrances too." Sal said as he started moving closer to the massive cruise ship, tapping his tac-com and highlighting the security room in blue, possible meeting rooms in yellow, and security cameras in red with their cones of sight being illuminated with pink light.

"Ignore them, find a secondary means of entrance."

Sal looked up and down the side of the ship and started to sneak closer, staying in the shadows. "The mooring ropes. I can sneak on-board that way, thankfully, it's a moonless night so shadows are plentiful." He moved to the front of the large ship and hooked a leg around the thick cable, swinging underneath it before hooking his other leg around and using his arms to slowly work his way up. "M are you able to keep an eye on the cameras through the tap, need you to keep an eye out for hostiles."

Turning to watch a second monitor she flicked through the cameras until she found the one she was after, the one watching the front deck of the ship. "You are clear for now Sal, keep moving."

He slowly progressed up the cable, his eyes glued to the hole the cable is fed through as it leads up to the deck. He inched ever closer and watched the highlighted camera swing back and forth. Chatter and footsteps reached his ears, causing him to come to a dead stop and press his body close to the cable.

"I heard the boss is meeting some big titty blonde tonight."

"Is she hot?"

"I haven't seen her yet but rumour is she is a 10/10, boss says we'll be paid a lot for her."

"But is she as hot as Mirajane Strauss?"

"Oh that's a tough one. Mirajane is one fine looking woman, and her sister damn hot too."

The voices and footsteps got closer to Sal who quickly moved up the cable and brought his legs down from it so he hung alongside the ship's hull.

"Sal they are heading to the edge."

"I know, just going to hang out for a bit before I duck in."

The two guards reached the railing and gazed about the docks below them, looking for any sign of movement.

"Looks all clear."

"Stay there a bit longer, they are starting to move away, I'll let you know once the camera has panned away."

Sal waited patiently as the footsteps drifted away, getting quieter and quieter. Once they were gone, he brought his legs back up around the cable and swung around it until he was lying on top of the cable with a leg hung straight down for stability. "I'm in position to board."

"Move on my mark. Three… Two… One… Mark."

The agent quickly stood up on the cable and vaulted over the railing, landing silently as the camera's cone of sight came into full few, the edge sitting a metre off to his right. Quietly, he moved to the wall and pressed against it underneath the camera, entering its permanent blind spot. He quickly ran through a few options and routes to take in his mind.

Option A: Follow the two guards to a quiet area and take care of them.

Option B: Avoid all patrols until he gets to the security room.

He chose the second option. The pinkette turned and slipped down the opposite direction to the patrol, staying low and close to the wall to minimise his profile.

As he reached the corner he carefully peeked around it to check for any sign of trouble. With none in sight, he continued down that path and out of the danger of being detected by a camera and putting the entire ship on high alert. The Agent made his way to the security room, dodging guards and cameras alike as he sneaked through the ship as quiet as a mouse.

"How long are we staying in this ship for?" Came a voice from within the security room.

"Beats me, the boss said we have almost have a full stock, so probably a few more then we can do the delivery." Replied a second voice, sounding much closer than the previous.

"Do you know if he plans on using this ship for the delivery?"

"I don't think so. It would be hard to keep all the girls contained, we'd either have to lock them in the staterooms or the engine room, both cases could cause us to lose product."

"M I have a potential lead on other girls that Doppler has stored."

"Make them talk using any means necessary, we'll pass on the information to the police."

Sal took out two spider trackers from his pouch and placed them on the floor. He tapped his tac-com a few times to activate them and send them into the room. Immediately, a red silhouette appears against the wall right next to him followed by a second a few metres away.

He activated the code breaker in his tac-com and brought it up beside the security card lock linked to the door, glancing at the estimated completion time between looking up and down the hallway, patiently waiting for the door to unlock.

Sal took a silent breath in and out of his nose as he reached behind him and under his jacket, unlatching the clip on the holster for his tranq pistol and sliding the gun out. With one hand, he racked the slide and loaded a round into the chamber. He gripped it firmly and readied himself for quick close combat.

The door softly clicked as it became unlocked, a small message flashing onto the tac-com's screen to notify the user that it has completed the task.

Standing and moving against the door, Sal focused on the two red silhouetted hostiles who had started to turn to look at the door curiously, hearing the card reader release the locks.

Quietly depressing the door handle he set it on the jar before busting into the room with a heavy kick, his left hand finding the gun of the closest guard, wenching it from his grip and throwing it into the hand of the second guard to knock off his aim, the force knocking the weapon from the thug's hand.

The Agent flicked his leg back, kicking the door shut as he grabbed the guard by the throat and pinned him to the wall. Sal span around and pointed the tranq pistol at the other guard as he recovered from the impact, clutching his hands together.

PSSssh

With the pull of the trigger, a dart shot into the jugular of the guard and quickly knocking him out with the potent liquid contained within.

The pistol cycled with a small magnetic pulse, sending the slide back and collecting a new dart in the chamber as Sal brought the muzzles around and up against the neck of the guard he held by the throat.

"I've got some questions for you and you are going to answer them properly." Sal growled out.

"Really, threatening me with a tranq gun? What are you, some kind of pussy bitch?"

Sal pulled him off the wall then slammed him back against it with a heavy thud, earning a pained groan from the man.

"That's the least of your worries, pal." Sal murmured while placing the gun away. He gave the guard a dangerous grin as the guard shook his head to clear the fog from the impact.

"Is that so?" The man forced his throat to move under the Agent's iron grip.

"First question, where is the boss hiding?"

"He ran down to the local pharmacy. You see he had to buy this little blue pill called Viagra just for you. Just so you can GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

"Wrong answer, pal." Sal growled darkly as he pulled the guard over to the desk then kneed him in the gut to bend him over, he grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the desk, hard, disturbing the mice and keyboards.

"Ouch! Fuck! Take a joke you fucker."

"Answer the question."

"Fuck you."

Sal threw the guard across room, slowly approaching the thug with a feral grin while he cracked his knuckles. "Ooh I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

"Don't get too rough with him Sal, we need him alive and conscious so you can question him."

The guard looked up from the ground in time to see a boot come crashing down onto his face.

"Yeah. I get it, no killing." Sal picked him up and slammed him into a monitor, sending his head through it before pulling him back through. He brought the guard back up so they are face to face, holding him by the collar. "Feel like answering now?"

"F-fuck off bastard…"

Sal moved over to a door leading into a small storage room within the security room and opened it, sticking the guard's head between the door frame and the door then slamming the door shut on his head a fair few times.

The guard groaned, his head in a daze as he got pulled back up to face his attacker. "W-what was the question again?"

"Where. Is. Bora?!" The Agent enunciated menacingly.

"R-room 526, he is meeting that blonde chick in there soon."

"That wasn't so hard now was it? Now question two, where are the rest of the girls?"

"W-what?"

Sal dropped the man onto his very unsteady feet and jerked a knee up, slamming it into his balls as the guard fell down. "The girls you fucks are selling into the slave trade."

"Ow fuck man, why the balls!"

Sal finally lost his temper and pulled out his Glock. He shot a suppressed sub-sonic bullet right down the crotch seam of the guard's pants, skimming the underwear and having the bullet pass so close to the man's balls that he could feel the heat.

"Answer the fucking question or you'll get much worse than a knee to the balls."

"Oh shit…" The man whimpered fearfully as his eyes slowly rose from his split trousers to stare down the barrel of the Glock. "The girls are in a warehouse on the docks, in shipping containers to be loaded onto trucks tomorrow and taken to Bosco."

"What is the warehouse number?"

"For-forty two… Warehouse 42."

"You got that M?"

"Loud and clear, once you get to room 526 and incapacitate the target then I'll get the Hargeon police to move on the warehouse and onto the ship once you have extracted Celeste."

Sal holstered his Glock and pulled out the tranq pistol once more, firing it at the neck of the beaten guard, knocking him out. Once the liquid was completely injected, he pulled the darts out of the two bodies and placed them into an empty pouch before hiding the bodies in the storage room and locking it.

Sal turned and gazed through the floors at the highlighted rooms, tapping his tac-com to focus on room 526 only. Before he left he grabbed the casing from the round he fired and put it into a pouch and turned to the desk, turning off the recording for the security cameras so even if he is seen from now on, he will not show up on the playback.

"Moving on the room now." Sal slipped out of the security room and moved up the ship carefully, placing trackers near every guard he comes across – allowing them to scuttle onto them – on his way to the floor where he knew Doppler and Celeste were.

Once he reached the correct floor, he moved down the hallways, approaching the room and poking his head around the corner. He spotted a group of four guards outside the room with two more coming down the hallway to the group. 'Shit.'

"The girl inside?" Asks one of the two patrolling guards to the four stationed by the door.

"Yeah, turned up not long ago." One of them responded.

"What's she like?"

"Smoking hot, definitely going to get a fat paycheck after this lot."

"Ooh that's perfect."

"Keep your voices down, we don't want to spook the girl and have her make a break for it."

"Oh what's she going to do, stand on my foot?"

Tink Tink tink

The six guards looked down at a weird disk that landed between them.

"Huh, who threw that!?" One said as they all looked around, searching for danger yet unaware of just what had been tossed between them.

Click

The two halves of the disk split open horizontally and it expanded up by an inch before hissing faintly as it gushed out a clear and odourless gas.

"What the fuck…"

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud…

One by one the guards fall to the floor, rendered unconscious by the gas emitted by the non-lethal gas grenade.

After the gas cleared, Sal moved up to the door, picking up the grenade and snapping it shut before he placed it back in the pouch it came from. "I've located room 526, I can hear people inside."

"Affirmative, remember, we need Doppler alive."

Sal quickly searched the bodies of the guards, looking for a key card but mentally swears when he came up empty-handed. "I'm going in via the window, I don't want to spook them when I open the door."

"Then it's best to go two rooms down and enter through the balcony from there, just to make sure that they don't hear the room next to them."

Sal nodded in agreement and walked two rooms to his left. He used his tac-com to unlock the card locked door and quickly passed through and out to the balcony where he climbed over the edge and hung from the balcony's railing, dropping down so his hands are on the floor. The sound of a door opening and footsteps reached his keen ears from the target room as Doppler walks out onto the balcony.

"Fuck me that girl is a lively one, doesn't want to give up." Doppler muttered to himself as he rubbed one of his thighs, a purple bruise growing underneath his purple pants.

"I've got eyes on one of the targets." Sal said as he slowly and silently shimmied across the edge of the balconies until he was right under Doppler.

Doppler sighed and leaned on the railing, looking out at the horizon as he grinned to the world. "Well, that just makes it more fun breaking her."

Pulling himself up quickly and fairly effortlessly, Sal grabbed Doppler by the hair and dropped back down, slamming the Slave Trader's head into the metal railing and knocking him out, letting him fall to the floor as the Agent climbed up and onto the balcony. "Target neutralised."

"Secure the girl and confirm her identity and condition."

Sal grabbed Doppler by the collar of his shirt and roughly dragged him back inside, muffled grunts and whines coming from a bound and gagged girl on his right. He dumped the body on the bed and walked to the girl, noticing her torn clothing and scratched skin with some bruises slowly developing on her exposed skin. He sighed sympathetically and as the girl fell silent at the new man in front of her. She looked up at him with a sliver of hope in her eyes. "She matches the description, blonde with brown eyes, slim but busty, looks like the height matches too, approximately 165 cm, 5'5", need to check when she is standing though."

"Make sure to remove her high heels, it will make getting out of there easier and we can get her true height."

Sal slipped his tac-com off his arm and held the face of it up to her face. "I know you've been through a lot but I need you to do a few things for me. Look at the light, please."

"Mmph?" The girl looked at him questioningly but complied, looking into a dull light beneath the lens on the tac-com.

"It's a match, Sal, that's our girl, Celeste. Prep her for exfiltration."

"Thanks." Sal strapped the tac-com back to his arm and untied the woman, removing the tape from her mouth. "Can you move?" He asked softly.

The woman gingerly rose from the chair, rubbing her wrists where the rope was tied tightly around, her legs shaking slightly. "Somewhat, I'll be fine in a sec. Who are you?"

"Just call me Sal right now."

"That guy, said he was Salamander… That he worked with the FTA, the Fairy Tail Agency…"

"If someone boasts that he works for a clandestine agency as a man as infamous in the business as the Salamander is, I'm pretty sure he is lying. Not to mention that the real Salamander stands out pretty well to those in the know."

"Then who is he?"

"His name is Bora, a slave trafficker that specialises in females, I assume I don't need to tell you what I mean by that?" Sal replied as he walked over to the bed he dumped the man on, quickly giving him a once over.

"He was planning on selling me as a sex slave?"

The Agent glanced over at the busty blonde and gave her a sad smile. "Yes, and by the looks of you, and all of your injuries, it looks like he wanted to test out the merchandise first."

Celeste wobbled as she walked over to the bedside table and took a pouch with silver and gold keys inside. She smiled down at her beloved friends before strapping the pouch around her thigh and tugging her torn red dress over it to hide the pouch. "Yes, he did want that, but I fought him off, he only just tied my legs up then as I started kicking the high heels at him to keep him off me."

Sal grabs the rope and placed it upon the bed, he then quickly stripped Doppler down and tied him down to the bed. "Take your heels off and throw them overboard."

"But these are my favourite pair!"

"You can't run in your current condition while in heels, hell I don't know if you can normally, and I need you to keep up with me if we are to get out of this place safely." The man reasoned with the woman as lightly as he could, knowing she'd be in a right state after what she had just been through.

Celeste fumed silently but did as she was requested, taking off her heels and rubbing her ankles gently before taking them out to the balcony and flinging them out into the water.

"Her height matches the description too, no doubt about it." Sal informed his handler as he made sure Doppler wouldn't be able to get free by himself.

"I'll have the police move on the warehouse, but they are chomping at the bit to get their operation underway and don't like that we are, and I quote, 'stonewalling them'."

"Just make sure I can get out of here with Celeste without her catching a bullet, I don't care if it pisses of the local police."

"I'll do my best Sal."

"Ok, when are we leaving this godsforsaken ship?" Celeste asks when she re-enters the room.

"Right now. I took care of all the guards that were right outside the door but this ship is full of them." Sal replied as he walked to the door and out into the hallway.

"So we just have to stay quiet right?"

"Well we don't have to worry about cameras as I took care of the guys in the security room, but we still have the regular patrols. So yeah, stay quiet"

The blonde nodded silently as she followed the man out of the room and carefully stepping over the still sleeping bodies of the guards. She stayed close to the Agent but lingered two steps behind at all times.

"This way." Sal said as he starts walking down the hallway, his eyes moving about, scanning the area for threats.

Bang, Bang, Bang

"Fuck! Sal! Bad news, the police are moving on the ship, they are trading shots with the hostiles."

Sal grabbed Celeste's arm and pulled her down into a nearby shadow. "Fucking hell woman, why did you have to wear red…?" He whispered while shooting a quick glance at her torn attire. "Understood, what do you want me to do, the guards are going to be on high alert and the police will probably be trigger happy since they had to wait so long."

Celeste hit him on the arm, having no other way to vent her anger and frustration, this drew his attention once again – albeit momentarily – before he turned back toward the path ahead of them.

"Damn it, hold tight, I need to let the director know. I'll be back shortly." M said before muting herself and making a call.

"We have to sit still for a moment, the cops are storming the ship and will most likely shoot us if we are seen."

"Why would they shoot us?"

"We are on a ship full of sex traffickers, and while they know there is an Agent onboard conducting a mission, they will most likely be trigger happy because we made them wait until we were clear, but now they have jumped the gun and we are still here."

"Oh…"

"Agent Salamander, it's the Director, Agent Demon told me of what has occurred, lethal force has been authorised for Doppler's men, but deal with the police without any fatalities, we don't need any backlash from this operation, preferably avoid them as much as possible but if confrontation does occur then use non-lethal tactics." Came an aged male voice, his tone conveying wisdom and authority born of many decades of missions under his belt.

"Copy that, Sir, continuing with the mission now." Sal replied instantly, he motioned for the blonde to follow him as he started moving through the ship again.

"What's going on?" Celeste asked as she hurried after him.

"I've been given updated orders, we are to proceed with the mission but if we come across any of Bora's men then it is shoot to kill if we get spotted, police are to be avoided or knocked out."

He bent down and picked up a FN P90 off a sleeping body of a nearby guard along with a belt which held ammo pouches and spare mags for the weapon. "Here, do you know how to use one of these?"

"No… not particularly…" She responded slightly hesitantly, eyeing the weapon nervously.

He put the belt around her waist and tightens it to fit. "Put simply, hold it like this." Sal Instructed while bringing the PDW up to his shoulder and aiming down the hallway. "Detach the mag and replace it like this." He hit the release and popped the mag out of the top before sliding it back in, hearing it give a satisfying click as it locked in place.

"Uh-huh." Celeste nods quickly while she watched the man attentively.

"Cock it like this." He cycled the bolt and ejected the round that was in the chamber. "Safety is here, keep it on A for automatic." He showed her the switch and turned it to safe followed by A with his thumb. "On Auto the trigger is two-stage, half pull fires one bullet at a time, full pull fires full auto. Use three-round bursts to maximise accuracy."

"Ok." She replies as she took in the information as best as she could in the crash course of firearms.

"When not in combat take your finger out of the trigger housing and rest it alongside the housing." He turned to the other side and demonstrated it. "This is a little bit of safety, it's so you don't accidentally discharge the gun. I'd rather not take a bullet in the back. And that note, don't aim it at anything you aren't planning on shooting, when you aren't holding it to your shoulder for firing, keep it to your chest and angled to the ground." He brought it to his chest to show her. "Got it?"

"Got it." The blonde affirmed quietly with a quick glance around the hall.

"If you need more ammo then get it from any guard we drop. I've noticed they are all outfitted with P90s, grab the full mags only, you can see the rounds through the semitransparent material, if it has bullets from one end to the other than grab it, replace any empty mags you have with any full ones you find." He handed her the gun then picked up a second one, giving it a once over before strapping it to his back and placing extra mags in his belt. He pulls out his Glock and starts walking down the hall. "Let's move out."

"Coming." Celeste replied while hurrying after him, holding the PDW against her chest as he instructed.

A few quiet yet tense minutes passed by as the pair worked their way down the hall, the only sounds being Sal practically silent footsteps, the soft patter of the feet belonging to the woman beside him, and the sound of distant gunshots from the firefights between the slavers and the police.

"Sal…?" Celeste asked at a natural volume, only for the man to give her a silent shush as he placed a finger to his lips, silently telling her to lower her volume.

"Yes, Celeste?" He spoke quietly and got a questioning look from the woman. "Celeste is the codename given to you by my handler and the others back at HQ."

"W-why Celeste?"

Sal crouched down behind a fire wheel cabinet and nodded to a space next to him. He peeked around the red cabinet, keeping his eyes and ears out for hostiles. "It's short for Celestial, we know of you and your heritage."

"How, I made sure to keep everything quiet, I even used a fake name."

The man glanced back at her and shook his head lightly. "We are one of the more well-known agencies in Fiore, but even being well known doesn't limit our ability to work in the shadows, let alone gather intel, it just makes things a little more difficult if things get linked back to our agency."

"So, who are you then? If say you are well known…" She started but is cut off quickly.

"I'll answer that in due time, but even if I told you my real name, you wouldn't know who I was, even by my codename, unless you were in the business or are affected by the business, like you have been."

"So if you told me your codename?"

"I have, it is Sal, but even then you would only know the name, nothing else, not unless you take the red pill and see how far the rabbit hole goes, little Alice."

"My name isn't Alice…" She muttered with a huff.

"I know what your name is, that was a reference to a movie that was about a reference to a movie and book." The sound of shouting and running reached his trained ears as hostiles approach. "We have incoming hostiles, get ready." He said as he moved up to an intersection of two hallways crossing paths, getting onto the right corner facing down the hall, he quickly pointed to the opposite corner. "Get into cover there."

The blonde in a red dress moved up and awkwardly copied his crouched form the best she could, aiming her P90 down the hall just as a group of eight slavers come racing around the corner, moving with purpose as they head to the battle with the police.

"This way. We can get behind them and get them in a pincer!"

Sal took a deep breath and slowly released it as he raised his suppressed pistol, aiming down the hall at the incoming targets. His perception of time slowed as he slipped into a deadly focus, zeroing in on his targets' heads, he rapidly squeezed the trigger with perfect precision.

Eight 10mm bullets flew out of the barrel, one after the other, soaring through the air as the eight accompanying brass cartridges eject out of the pistol. Each bullet landed perfectly between the eyes and close to the ridge of the nose, slotting perfectly into the instant kill zone where the Medulla Oblongata was located.

One by one and in quick secession, all eight heads snap back from the impact of the bullets followed by the bodies falling to the floor, limp and lifeless.

"Ok, let's move up." Sal said as he stepped out of cover and lowered the muzzle of his pistol to the floor, glancing over at the blonde woman. She was leaning on the wall, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane after watched eight people's lives snuffed out in mere milliseconds. He walked to her and gently helped her stand up. "You're going to need to get used to that if we are going to get out of here alive, we got lucky that I managed to eliminate them before they could get a shot off or we'll have alerted any surrounding slavers to our location."

"J-just give me a moment please."

"Make it quick, I'd rather not be stuck between slavers and police in a storm of bullets."

Celeste took a few deep breaths – in and out – and finally turned to the man and nodded slowly, telling him that she is ready to continue.

"Alright, follow me." Sal readied his pistol once again and continued down the hallway. As he walked, he slipped his mag out and checked the guide to see how many rounds he has left before slotting it back into the grip.

"How far do we have to go?" Celeste whispered.

"A fair way. We have to go up and cut through the casino, which gives us a wide-open area to sneak through, lots of noise and places to hide, and lots of cover if we get into a firefight."

"Is it safe going that way?"

"I don't know, chances are the slavers have an ambush set up there, let me check-in and see what the situation is." Sal replied, sparing the shaken blonde another sympathetic glance before hardening his features. "Can I get a sit-rep on the casino?"

"One moment, Sal." M responded.

"Up this way." Sal ordered quietly as he climbed the nearby stairway to the next floor.

"I'm confused… you said you'd check in but didn't do anything?" Celeste said as she followed her protector.

"I have a non-verbal mic, reads the movement of my larynx when I speak silently. I talked to my handler and am just waiting for her to get back to me." He reached up and tapped the device strapped around his neck.

"Oh ok."

"I've got some bad news Sal, I'm seeing thirty plus hostiles in the casino, all hiding behind tables and gambling machines, once you get to the right floor, head towards the casino but take your first right, continue down for two junctions and then turn left, you'll come through a side door that they aren't focused on."

"So if we are careful then we could slip by fine."

"Give Celeste your black jacket, her red dress stands out too much."

"Ok I've just heard back from her, my hunch was right, we'll have to detour so we don't come from their front. Here put this on." Sal said as he came to a stop, putting the P90 down and taking his jacket off quickly before handing it over to her.

"Why?" She asked as she took it from him.

"So you blend in more."

"It's the red dress again isn't it?" She deadpanned as she slipped on the jacket.

"No shit, you stand out like a sore thumb, which is fitting as they are both red." Sal replied sassily as he put his PDW back onto his back and started moving again. "Plus, that jacket has soft armour woven into it."

Celeste huffed but was grateful none-the-less. She followed the Agent through the hallways and up to a set of double doors with a large flashy sign. "This must be the casino…"

"What gave it away?" Sal said as he turned to her with a sly smirk.

"…" Celeste gave him a blank stare, eyeing the man silently.

"Was it the sign? It was the sign wasn't it?" He asked as he pointed up at the large sign that said Casino. "You'll tell me if I'm wrong, right?"

Celeste sighed and rested her face in a palm. "Can we just go in and get this over with?"

Sal smirked wider and placed a hand to the door, slowly and quietly opening it as he levelled his pistol with the gap. He slipped through the door in a crouch and moves to the nearest cover, watching Celeste slip through after him, her ripped and shortened dress causing her to accidentally flash the man and give him a nice view of her matching red lace thong.

"Where to now?" She asked quietly.

Sal pointed to the far side of the room, past numerous armed slavers.

"Huh? Hey who opened that door?!" Came a nearby voice.

"What door?" Came another.

"East side, get your guns ready people, looks like we have some target practice!" Shouted a more authoritative voice as the sound of multiple guns getting cocked reached the duo's ears.

"Well shit, looks like the party is about to start." Sal remarked flatly before huffing.

"Oh no… I-I forgot to shut the door." Mumbled Celeste as a look of horror flashed across her features, she quickly glanced back at the door but there was nothing she could do to rectify her mistake.

"Let's bring some firecrackers." Sal pulled a flashbang from a pouch and primed it then threw it in a high arc over his cover and into the line of sight of the slavers. He grabbed the blonde and forced her head down just as a faint click reached his ears.

BANG!

The grenade went off with a bright flash of light, a split second later Sal bolted out of cover and sprinted for a large pool table, he forced it up and onto its side with ease and used the thick granite of the table as a bullet shield, taking cover behind it.

Celeste followed the Agent quickly, fear evident in her face and eyes as her whole body began to shake once more.

"OPEN FIRE!" Shouted a slaver as a cacophony of gunshots rang out from the other side of the table, followed quickly by harsh thuds of the bullets colliding with the granite.

"Well it looks like I don't have to stay quiet anymore." Sal said as he holstered his Glock and took the P90 off his back, prepping it and readying himself for the bloody firefight to come.

Well, that's chapter two, hope you all like it, if you like the story then give it a follow or favourite, if you like to give some feedback or just want to have your say then drop a review, any and all feedback helps.