Six **COMPLETED**

Sixteen

//EEEEE WE'RE ALMOST FINISHEEEDDDDD//

Duncan, S, Courtney, and Heather ran through the forest.

"We're almost there!" S exclaimed.

Courtney held onto Heather's arm. The pregnant Asian requested on coming, even though Courtney and Duncan both said that it was a bad idea. But of course, Heather never listened to either of them.

S stopped, staring at the circle of rubble and fire. Pools of blood and dead bodies were piled everywhere.

"Oh my god.."

A figure walked towards them. "Courtney? Heather? Duncan?"

"GWEN!" All three of them gasped, rushing to embrace their friend.

"You're okay!" Courtney exclaimed. 

"Yeah, yeah," The pale girl asked. "I don't remember what happened. I was sitting there, talking with-" She stopped, finally noticing S. "You're him, aren't you? S?"

S nodded. "Agent I?"

Gwen's smile retreated off of her face. "Dead. We were talking..then the place blew."

S hung his head. "I knew this would happen someday. I just never knew when."

Gwen halted. "Wait. Where's Trent? Is he back at camp?"

The three others looked at each other.

Heather stepped forwards, "Gwen...he didn't make it."

"No- oh my god...NO!" Gwen shrieked. "HE CAN'T BE!"

"I know it's difficult to process but-" S started.

"Shut the fuck up! It's because of you, this fucking agency, that Trent is dead!"

"Gwen, be reasonable, damn it! The man quit for a reason!" Duncan glared at her. "You lost her fucking boyfriend, so what?"

Gwen stared at Duncan. "You don't care at all, do you? God- I save Courtney's life! Your girlfriend's life! And this is how you repay me? Without a bit of FUCKING SYMPATHY!?"

Courtney pulled Duncan back. "This isn't the time for Duncan to be an ass! Look, Gwen, we're just glad that you're okay."

"Not for long.." S stared behind Duncan, Courtney, and Heather. 

A firing squad held the group at gunpoint, a figure laughed coldly, walking towards them.

"What a lovely..reunion." The figure smirked. "Agent S, I'm shocked. I never knew you could get as low as this."

S glared at him. "You will kill nobody else today! Or ever!"

"I doubt that." The figure gazed at the group. "Hm, only four are left. I suspected. The other two were weak."

"Shut the fuck up!" Heather stepped forwards, slightly. "Trent and Alejandro have not died in vain! Nor will they ever!"

The figure stared at her, "Ah, hello, Heather. Perfect timing. Thanks to Agent S, you know about the plan. So," They aimed a gun at her stomach. "Either you come here and save your child's life, or you refuse and die with them. Your choice."

"Heather." S stared at her, trying to shield the others with his arm. "Go. Save your child. Save his child."

Heather stared back at them, then at the figure before her.

Silence roamed around the crowd of people. 

Heather turned to her friends. "I'm sorry.." She whispered.

She walked to the figure, standing beside them.

"Good choice," They smirked. "Fir-"

"Wait-!"

They blinked at Heather, who replied with: "I want to shoot Gwen. It's been my dream for years."

The figure laughed. "Alright." He handed her the gun in his hand. 

"3..."

"2..."

Courtney held Duncan's hand. The delinquent felt like a failure. His last moments and he couldn't even protect the woman he loved.

Gwen stood in front of the couple, S beside her. "Forgive me, won't you?" S whispered to her.

Gwen nodded. "'Course."

A gun went off.