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gas to dissipate, then gestured for the team to come out.
We stepped over the sleeping guards, Cooper and Turner stripping them of their stolen helmets and armour before I even had to say a word. I pointed at Zac and then to the sentry gun. He was to stay here and cover this corridor. He nodded, a little too enthusiastically, I thought. I could hardly blame him. Even I was starting to have fun.
I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. I was getting the kick of all kicks out of this. I could never remember having felt so calm and in control in my life. I guess it was adrenaline taking over. Whatever it was, I liked it.
Cooper, Turner and I pressed on, through a door marked “In Case of Emergencies” and up the staircase. Only seven flights to go.
The sounds of gunfire hadn’t abated from outside, and every now and then, there was another explosion. We ran up the staircase, taking two steps at a time, till we came to the tenth floor. I nodded at Cooper, watching as he pulled the same trick with the camera. His eager smile reminded me of Jake. I wondered again where he was now his life wasn’t being controlled by a government agency. I’d track him down as soon as I was back at base.
The tenth-floor corridor was empty. This door opened with a creak and I slid out, holding a hand up to the other two, telling them to wait.
Voices came from up ahead, loud and angry. I crept closer, till I could hear what they were saying. From what I could gather, it was two members of the Red Hand arguing.
“Why don’t we kill him and get out of here?”
“Slate said we were to keep him alive.”
“Then leave him here. I didn’t sign up to get bloody bombed!”
Bombed? I thought. Did they know about the air strike?
“What did you sign up for, then? All that stuff we said at our initiation about trusting in God? Don’t you believe anymore, brother?”
“What good will God do me if I get my bloody head blown off?”
I took a few steps closer to the open doorway. I risked the tiniest of glances around the door. It was another flat that had been converted into an open space. Exposed wooden frames were all that was left of the walls. Two large men stood with their noses an inch apart; a man was bound and gagged on the floor behind them. Hedges. Jackpot.
I strode forward and pulled out my gun.
“You should have listened to your brother,” I said and fired, sending two bullets into the chest of the man on the left.
The second man dove for cover while letting off a spray of bullets. I ducked back around the doorway, as the frame next to me exploded in a shower of plaster and wood splinters. Eventually, the gunfire stopped and a clicking noise filled the space. The man was empty.
I straightened up and raced through the door before he had a chance to reload. It was a risky move. But hey, if it didn’t work out, I’d Shift and take the more sensible option.
It did work out. As the man tried to replace the magazine of his machine gun, I jumped up, grabbing hold of an exposed heating pipe overhead, and swung, hitting him in the face with the heavy soles of both of my boots. He let out a loud oof and toppled over. I landed on his chest, with a knee on his throat. I leant forward till I heard a wet crunching sound. The man went still.
I clambered off him and looked around to see if there was anyone else here. Only Hedges and me.
“Clear,” I shouted. A moment later, Turner and Cooper crept into the room.
I walked over to Hedges. He stared at the man on the floor, and I couldn’t tell if it was disgust or relief on his face. I pulled the gag out of his mouth.
He coughed, gasping for air. “Thank you,” he said, through puffed lips. It looked like he was missing a few teeth, and his left eye was swollen completely closed. It seems Cain had been right about the torture.
“You’re safe now,” I said, pulling out my knife and slicing through his bindings.
The sounds of gunfire outside lessened. But it wasn’t
We stepped over the sleeping guards, Cooper and Turner stripping them of their stolen helmets and armour before I even had to say a word. I pointed at Zac and then to the sentry gun. He was to stay here and cover this corridor. He nodded, a little too enthusiastically, I thought. I could hardly blame him. Even I was starting to have fun.
I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. I was getting the kick of all kicks out of this. I could never remember having felt so calm and in control in my life. I guess it was adrenaline taking over. Whatever it was, I liked it.
Cooper, Turner and I pressed on, through a door marked “In Case of Emergencies” and up the staircase. Only seven flights to go.
The sounds of gunfire hadn’t abated from outside, and every now and then, there was another explosion. We ran up the staircase, taking two steps at a time, till we came to the tenth floor. I nodded at Cooper, watching as he pulled the same trick with the camera. His eager smile reminded me of Jake. I wondered again where he was now his life wasn’t being controlled by a government agency. I’d track him down as soon as I was back at base.
The tenth-floor corridor was empty. This door opened with a creak and I slid out, holding a hand up to the other two, telling them to wait.
Voices came from up ahead, loud and angry. I crept closer, till I could hear what they were saying. From what I could gather, it was two members of the Red Hand arguing.
“Why don’t we kill him and get out of here?”
“Slate said we were to keep him alive.”
“Then leave him here. I didn’t sign up to get bloody bombed!”
Bombed? I thought. Did they know about the air strike?
“What did you sign up for, then? All that stuff we said at our initiation about trusting in God? Don’t you believe anymore, brother?”
“What good will God do me if I get my bloody head blown off?”
I took a few steps closer to the open doorway. I risked the tiniest of glances around the door. It was another flat that had been converted into an open space. Exposed wooden frames were all that was left of the walls. Two large men stood with their noses an inch apart; a man was bound and gagged on the floor behind them. Hedges. Jackpot.
I strode forward and pulled out my gun.
“You should have listened to your brother,” I said and fired, sending two bullets into the chest of the man on the left.
The second man dove for cover while letting off a spray of bullets. I ducked back around the doorway, as the frame next to me exploded in a shower of plaster and wood splinters. Eventually, the gunfire stopped and a clicking noise filled the space. The man was empty.
I straightened up and raced through the door before he had a chance to reload. It was a risky move. But hey, if it didn’t work out, I’d Shift and take the more sensible option.
It did work out. As the man tried to replace the magazine of his machine gun, I jumped up, grabbing hold of an exposed heating pipe overhead, and swung, hitting him in the face with the heavy soles of both of my boots. He let out a loud oof and toppled over. I landed on his chest, with a knee on his throat. I leant forward till I heard a wet crunching sound. The man went still.
I clambered off him and looked around to see if there was anyone else here. Only Hedges and me.
“Clear,” I shouted. A moment later, Turner and Cooper crept into the room.
I walked over to Hedges. He stared at the man on the floor, and I couldn’t tell if it was disgust or relief on his face. I pulled the gag out of his mouth.
He coughed, gasping for air. “Thank you,” he said, through puffed lips. It looked like he was missing a few teeth, and his left eye was swollen completely closed. It seems Cain had been right about the torture.
“You’re safe now,” I said, pulling out my knife and slicing through his bindings.
The sounds of gunfire outside lessened. But it wasn’t
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