Disclaimer: There's a swear word in this chapter & a bit more bloody elements...
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Danger doesn't knock on your door. It blows the lock apart.
And tonight, it doesn't even bother with the door. They're already here- rounding up the perimeter, trapping us in.
"We've been found," I mutter.
Her head jerks up. "What?"
"They've tracked us somehow," I snap, scanning the shadows.
And that's when I see it- a faint glow from her half-open bag. A screen. Her phone.
My stomach drops.
"Fuck," I snarl, grabbing her arm. "Did you not leave it?"
She stares down at the bag like it betrayed her. Her face crumples, apology spilling across her face. "I- I forgot-"
Of course she did. That's all it takes. A signal. A trace. They don't need a map when she's lit us up like a beacon.
Boots pound the pavement- dozens of them. There's no time to waste.
The warehouse doors burst open. Armed men pour in, black jackets marked with the Syndicate's sigil. Rifles sweep the room, red lasers cutting through the empty room.
I shove her behind a wall. "Stay down."
The first bullet flies past me, aiming for her head. Concrete splinters inches from her head. I move before the second shot, shielding myself behind an overturned metal crate. My knife is already in my hand, clean from this morning.
I dive forward, slashing at the first man charging towards us. He goes down with a wet gurgle. I pick up the dropped weapon, aiming it at the others.
One. Two. Three.
Three seconds for me to drop the first set of them. But there was too many. I reached for the grenade in my pocket.
"Duck!" I yell at her.
She huddles low, pressing herself against the concrete wall. I pull the pin with a flick of my finger, slamming it onto the ground in front of them. The explosion tore through the nearest cluster of them, sending bodies and debris flying.
Coughing, I grab the nearest loaded gun with my hand. I take her hand in the other.
We sprint outside, our surroundings moving in a blur. I keep her close, one arm brushing hers. The Syndicate isn't done yet. Their men fan out, weapons ready, red lasers darting over every corner.
A figure rounds the alley ahead. Reflexes take over. He crumples before he can scream. I grab his rifle, scanning for the next threat.
Two more emerge. One goes down under a swift slash; the other barely fires before I throw myself forward, tackling him into the wall.
She huddles behind me, eyes wide.
More come through the chaos of gunfire. I fire, slice, dive and duck. Flashbang in hand, I roll it near the rest of them. The bang and blinding light sends them stumbling.
I toss another grenade, then another, each one fired at a group, buying us precious seconds.
I spin my rifle around, firing in quick bursts at anyone daring to get too close.
Bodies drop. Lasers streak past. Guns tumble to the floor.
Then I notice her. She's frozen a few steps behind me, eyes wide, jaw slightly slack. Her gaze isn't just fear, it's something more. A mix of awe, confusion, and... horror.