Most of the rooms were empty or cleared out. We kept on moving until we reached the last floor on the right-hand side of the building.
'Creeeeeakk!' ...... ...
We turned around... what made that noise??
Bella gave me a tense look.
We were not alone. Who else is here?
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STILL IN OLD TEXAS.
I and Bella started walking on our toes. That sounded like a loose floorboard. If someone else is here, how did they enter? The front door looked- well, it looked like no one had opened it in a while. Moreover, that area was a red zone -an area overrun by the blue. So, not just anyone steps foot there. We had to see these mystery guys. And also, what they had been doing on the last floor for more than half an hour (the estimated time since I and my crew got there). Actually, these were my thoughts before Bella snapped me outta da' blue.
"Hey, are you sure it's a good idea to check that out? It may just be more blues ya' know..."
"That's why we have knives and guns." I dismissed.
"But-"
"Shushhhh......I hear voices... it's humans." I said as I signaled her to back up at one side of the door, while I took the other side. You know that kind of thing we used to see in movies. Anyway, we did that.
"Now what?" Bella asked.
"We burst in. on my mark..."
She nodded.
"Three...two...one!!"
'Boom!'
We kicked the damned door open, ready to go guns blazing.
No one was there.
"What the fuck- i thought you said you heard voices in here" Bella said in Suprise.
"Didn't you hear them too?!" I shouted. I was feeling like an idiot, not like I was angry or anything. "Fucking hell. Let's fuck off." Bella said.
"Hey, there's shit in here. What's all this shit stacked in just one room?" I asked absent-mindedly.
Bella slowly started walking out. "I don't know if there were fuckin' shamans in here. Let's call the guys. If those guys just popped, we could actually score all this."
"Alright."
Bella didn't say anything else. I'm sure she must have been feeling the same way I was feeling. I had to clarify though.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked.
Just as Bella WAS ABOUT TO ANSWER, WE HEARD DEEP VOICES OF MEN WHO WERE OBVIOUSLY TALLER THAN US AT OUR BEHINDS.
"I DONT THINK YOUR FRIEND IS TOO HAPPY BITCH...NIGHT, NIGHT BABIES."
['WHACK!!!... WHACKKK!!!']
Just like that, we were asleep. Motherfucker didn't even give us time to react. Plus, that shit scared us to the bone. How did they manage to stay hidden though?
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In An Abandoned Warehouse, OLD TEXAS.
['SPLASH!!!']
"Wakey wakey girls. This ain't a fuckin' hotel room."
That water brought me back to life. Bella on the other hand, had to be given those salt thingies before she woke up. Poor girl must've been tired. One hurdle crossed. Another problem was that we were tied to a chair. I had to figure out a way to get out of there. And FAST.
"Now what were you kittens doing in such a lonely place?" one of the men asked.
At that moment, my brain started to remember...I fucking knew these pricks. They were the 'Drafters'. A rival mob group that was struggling for domination over area 12. Fuck is how and what were they doing there? Oh, and I started finding my way around those ropes too. And about that question that guy asked, we (I and Bella) didn't respond. That didn't sit well with them, anyway.
"I suggest when I ask you a question you fucking answer!" the guy shouted while serving I and Bella two slaps on the face each.
"Jesus, man, [pfft] your mama didn't teach you how to treat a lady?" Bella mocked.
"What did you say bitch? You th-"
"I know you a lot, you're Drafters. You know we are with Hardstone, right?" I cut in.
"Yeah, that's like 70% of the reason why you're here, "another drafter said.
"Huh?"
To my greatest surprise, three 1st division guys came out of the shadows. I almost shit my pants. Those guys are the guys that work directly under our militant commander, Ezekiel. Yeah, he's one scary asshole. His lackeys-those 1st division guys too, TOTAL ASSHOLES. No one likes getting in their radar. It always ends badly. But never mind that, what were they doing here...with DRAFTERS??? If there's one thing i know, hardstone n' drafters fucking hated each other's guts. And it was the 1st division that subdued them when they had their rival war or something. So why are the same 1st division guys with them????
"Mr. P, what are you doing here??" Bella asked in surprise.
Percy was the leader of the 1st division. Yeah, he was strong. And scary. He had this scar on his cheek that he touched whenever he was pissed. He claimed his wife gave it to him. Right then, he was touching it. That meant he didn't like us fucking up whatever he was doing. Oh yeah, he also said his name made him sound like he was a pussy, so we should call him 'p' instead of 'Percy'
"You girls just got yourselves into a bit of bad luck 'ere" Percy said.
" Where are the rest of the 2nd division, 'p'?" I asked, trying to display the tough girl attitude.
"Juliet, always asking questions... well WRONG questions. Is the rest of the 2nd division your problem right now?" Percy asked.
He wasn't wrong.
"What are you doing with the drafters?...mostly, what are WE doing here?" Bella asked.
"I've noticed you two sneaking together sometimes. Are you two fucking?" P asked.
I and Bella exchanged glances. What does that have to do with anything?
"I said, are you two fucking?" he asked again.
"No sir." Bella answered.
"Oh, so just friends then. Alright. Well to answer your questions, one we were making a deal with these fools-"
"HEY!" ONE DRAFTER SHOUTED.
"Don't fuckin' cut me off dimwit. I'm talking here." P warned in a stern voice. "As I was saying, we were making a deal, and you guys blew it. That's why you're here. Anythin' to add?" he asked us.
"So, no wonder the room was filled with supplies. Even machine oil I was looking for." I said while looking down.
"So, what's gonna happen to us?" Bella asked.
"Good question kitten. That deal was supposed to be secret. You butted in. We can't have you blabbing your mouths back at site. You gotta go."
Bella widened her eyes. I don't know the emotion she was feeling at that point so I'm not even gonna try
"Go as in.....'Die'??" she asked
"Yes kitten. Now choose; head or heart?" P asked.
That didn't sit well with Bella.
"Fuck you."
"What did you just say?"
Shit was getting tense. I told myself I wasn't gonna die there. I had to buy some fucking time...but how though??
Just then, I got an idea.
"WAIT!!!... I just wanna ask... how da fuck did you guys disappear when we entered the room?"
I closed my eyes; praying that was gonna work. And yes, it did.
"Grappling hooks. Y'all never look up. Well the two guys that got you guys hid behind the doors you kicked open." He turned around. "Now choose. Heart or head?" He asked again.
That was my fucking chance. I managed to get the ropes loose to weasel my hands outta there, now it was to get a weapon. But Bella was already 2 steps ahead.
['POWW!!']
['bang!... BANG!!!]
That was the bitch backflippin' n kickin'. Bella was kind of timid, but bitch could fuckin' fly. Shots started flying. With her hands still tied to the metal chair, she took cover at a rusty table behind where we were tied up. Me on the other hand managed to get loose, used the knife in my shoes to ask a guy for his gun. I tried asking him nicely. Or not, because I broke his arm