Wasp

Chapter Ten: An old friend

The woman burst into the room, her knife shined around the room. James shuffled over gently and looked through a small gap between the boards in the hiding spot. "WHERE IS HE?!" She yelled rapidly looking around the room like a predator looking for her prey, "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" She turned around and glared at Ryan who was quivering in the corner of the room. "W-who?" He asked, pretending to be clueless knowing full well where James was hiding.

She started tipping over furniture, throwing chairs and pushing over tables, she couldn't find James. He was safe for now. She stormed over to Ryan and put the knife to his neck, "If you weren't the bosses son I'd slit your throat." She slid the knife off leaving a small cut on his neck and charged out of the room.

Ryan rubbed his neck and exhaled. "We have to get out of here James, now!" He rushed over to his wardrobe and took out a large rucksack, he started to fill it with clothes, rations, water and the items from his safe. James fell out of the hiding hole with a grunt. He winced and slowly dragged himself out.

Ryan then went into the bathroom and dragged out a med-kit and ran over to James, opening the box as he went. "Lift up your shirt" Ryan asked in a hurried voice. "Hey, isn't it a bit to early for that?" James joked, trying to lift the tension and failing. Ryan rolled his eyes then pulled up James' shirt himself. He took out a bandage and wrapped it tightly around James chest. "This should hold your ribs in place, stop them from hurting for a while." Ryan then stood up, put on his Jacket and took all his wepons.

His wepons consisted of the knife that James had saw in the safe before, a small pistol and a hunting rifle, closer range than James' sniper. James stood up, the pain had lessened drastically and he could actually get up himself. "Can you run?" Ryan asked while looking through a gap in the door. "I uh...think so?" James said, before he could do anything Ryan grabbed his hand, opened the door and they sprinted out into the courtyard.

James felt fine...for a few seconds. His chest quickly started to move as he took deep breaths of the cold air. His ribs started to hurt, pain stabbed through him but he couldn't stop now, not yet. "This way" Ryan said, dragging him down some stairs and into what looked like a storage room. "We've gotta find your stuff." he said quickly opening the door.

James looked around and pointed at his stuff, unable to speak from the pain and the running. Ryan ran over to the bag coat and guns that were in a box all together. Ryan handed it to him and they ran out into the courtyard once again.

James struggled to get his coat and bag on but finally managed to just before he was tackled to the ground. He grunted as he was thrown to the floor but a small figure. The figure wore yellow goggles, leather trousers, a leather jacket and had a ring of bullets wrapped around their leg. It was the person from the motel.