The Enhanced

Chapter Fifty Three

The sound of the door splintering was the most satisfying, deafening, chaotic noise you would ever hear. A third of the wooden material had cracked and was laying off to one side, while the other hung limply on the last of its hinges.

I pause for a moment, staring at my handy work, appreciating the tinge of pain in my arms from the force I had exerted and I smile again. I smile because this would be the last time I would see this door, and I knew that this time.

I wait, expectantly, staring down the corridor. The familiar crackling of radio was echoing along with every footstep. And then a dark man clatters around the corner, barely able to turn the corner without falling over completely. He looks at me, and he charges. There was no one else yet, he had no back up, this would be perfect.

I clutch my new gun to my side tightly, just as I had been taught all those years ago. My head begins to swirl as I recite Aaron's directions, I try desperately to follow each one, murmuring as I go.

I don't have to look behind me to know that a whole herd of guards were sprinting after me, each one shouting into their radio, asking what they were meant to do, they couldn't kill me. I was faster than them, I tell myself. I was smarter than them, I could get out of here.

Left, left, right.... left... straight...

Each decision makes me doubt myself more. I reach a stairwell and take a deep breath, I could easily be trapped in here. I had to go upwards three floors. Below me, I could hear even more men pursuing me. I wouldn't make it if I took the steps, so I glance over the side of the railing and inhale deeply, trying to build up some courage. There were easily fifty floors between me and the basement stairwell. And then I swing my legs over, careful to hold on, before pulling myself up onto the next flight of the stairs, and then the next and then I collapse over the railing on the correct floor.

Not much farther now, I could do this.

With great force, i stumble into the corridor and throw myself into a sprint, ready for the last push before I would be free. It felt like with every second the crowd behind me, grew.

Finally, I take the last left and enter into a small side exit with two large swinging doors. They open without a key card and I breathe a sigh of relief.

The first thing I feel is the intense rainfall beating into my bones, drowning out everything else. Tired, I drag myself further and further away from the doors, we were at the side of the hill, so close to the incline, all you had to do was slip and you would roll down all the way from the bottom.

I hear the doors crash open and spin around, blinking away the water from my vision. Men from every angle. I tighten my grip on my weapon and hold it up with both hands, aiming closely, several shots go off and a few drop to the floor. Barely a grunt between them.

Far behind them, I see a line of bodyguards filing out of the entrance, weapons in hand, marching over to me. Their main target.

The rain beats on my face and back, soaking me to the bone, freezing me from the inside out. The only sound that could be heard over the intense rainfall was my own gun.

Slowly, three finally decide it's time to march on me and take me down. They approach me with caution, I let them get closer and watch as they move. Then, when they are barely a pace away, I take each down with a bullet to the skull.

I knew I had barely any bullets left and I strip each man of their various weapons, guns and even a couple of knives. Then, I put my back to them and sprint away, towards the side of the hill. If I could get over it and down, I could get away.

Then a gunshot from behind me forces me to turn around, they weren't shooting at me, my body felt only the cold. I stop, Carter held his gun up, pointed just barely above me, aimed to sail past me.