Loud House: Humble Beginnings (Book 1)

The End of the Beginning

Steve and Lincoln entered the FBI building and started to shoot everybody they saw. They did keep a lookout for Bradley, making sure not to kill him...yet.

"Hey, we got some armed bastards out here!!" An FBI agent yelled into a radio on the desk in front of them.

On the right side, there were multiple desks, straight-ahead were rows of chairs, on the left were elevators, and far back were stairs.

Multiple agents came running down the stairs and started firing towards Lincoln and Steve, but they were doing a good job holding off the agents. And when I say Lincoln and Steve, I mostly mean Steve.

Lincoln was struck with so much fear he was having trouble aiming, shooting, and just about everything else.

Steve was continuously firing his shotgun while Lincoln barely fired his assault rifle.

The right side was cleared of enemies, so the boys slithered over to hide behind the counters.

"Dang, these are a lot of dead bodies!" Lincoln yelled to Steve.

"We're lucky we're not one of them!" Steve joked back.

"Grenade up!" A voice yelled.

Steve and Lincoln looked at each other, and then a grenade came flying over the counter.

Lincoln grabbed it and threw it back towards the elevators, with the grenade exploding in mid-air.

More agents were coming in through the front doors, and Steve and Lincoln now had dead peoples' weapons to use as duel weapons.

"How many of them are there?!" An agent shouted.

"It sounds like there's at least five of them!" Another one said.

Steve chuckled as he kept firing his shotgun as well as his newly acquired pistol.

"Lincoln! Crawl further down the counterline and focus on the agents on the high stairs!" Steve ordered.

"Sure thing!" Lincoln replied.

Lincoln crawled through corpses, or at least he thought until one grabbed his leg.

The corpse tried to shoot Lincoln with a pistol until Lincoln slapped the gun, making it go off, and it shot Lincoln in the hand.

"SAME HAND! YOU BITCH!" Lincoln shouted at the assailant. He repeatedly banged his head into the hard tile floor until the back of his head was bashed open.

Lincoln couldn't move, it felt like sleep paralysis. Steve noticed and tried to get Lincoln's attention by yelling "LINCOLN?! HOLD ON!" 

Lincoln was losing a lot of blood, and he felt like he was going to pass out right there.

His eyes slowly closed, and he wasn't awake anymore.

Steve crawled over while watching his perimeter. "HOLD ON, BUDDY!" Steve said to his unconscious friend.

The agents kept firing their guns towards the counters, destroying flower pots, boxes, and other items.

Steve pulled Lincoln under the desk and started shooting at the enemies up top on the balcony overlooking the lobby.

"Oh, Bradley?! Time to pay for what you owe!!!" Steve sadistically yelled.

Bradley might have escaped the place already, but Steve wasn't leaving Lincoln behind or taking any chances. Every one of those agency goons deserved to die in Steve's opinion.

Arguably the luckiest moment ever happened for Steve when an FBI member shot a rocket launcher farther down the counterline, not knowing exactly where Steve was. He was unharmed by the blast and was able to take down the explosives specialist.