Mission Failed Successfully (A Yoru x Phoenix)

Twelve

Yoru rushed through the silent corridors, head spinning. He blamed it on the climate but he couldn't shake off the familiarity he got from these halls, and those samurai suits -

He paused against the wall, vision swimming dangerously. A tight pressure wrapped itself around his neck and temples, and he braced himself up against a corner.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

Distant shouting distracted him from the onslaught of pain, enough to hide away and hold back the bile rising in his throat.

Yoru debated on calling someone to retrieve the box, but it was starting to sound like a war towards his right. The ground shook constantly and Raze complained about her copy irritably. Dealing with two of her was the last thing on his mind.

He stumbled along, listening  out for footsteps. Opening the blinds unveiled a flurry of white snow coming down harder than before.

Making his way back was going to be a nightmare.

Yoru swore under his breath as he backtracked, not wanting to get caught up alone in an oncoming blizzard.

However, staying inside wouldn't yield better results. All Kingdom wanted were the documents.

As long as he hides away and protects the box, they'll be fine.

But where to go? His best bet was one of the laboratories. Going outside meant a decrease in accuracy he couldn't afford.

Yoru checked through the rooms, looking for the darkest and most cluttered. Muffled voices and gunshots played in his ear, and he faintly acknowledged his teammates' call outs.

Finally, he reached a dead end with a door. Flinging it open revealed an even smaller corridor with three more rooms, all of which seemed to have been abandoned before the building was truly left to freeze over.

Yoru shuffled in, carefully stepping over debris and heading towards the back cabinets thrown haphazardly on the floor. Stacked boxes and tables made a maze out of the room, and he nestled into the far left away from view.

It was a couple minutes before something whizzed past the lab windows, a red dart accompanied by the sound of a bowstring snap.

One pair of footsteps padded in after it, the door creaking open. Yoru peered through a gap in the cabinet, preparing to peek the newcomer and try to get a clean headshot before any more damage could be done.

He waited patiently. The footsteps traced around the tables to his left. Something rattled, like tubes and glasses being knocked over.

Yoru jumped out, leaning against his cabinet, and aimed at the back of Sova's head.

His Sheriff echoed in the silence, the corpse already turning pale as a greyish red seeped out of it at an alarming rate.

Yoru was prepared to run out of there, but paused at the doorway.

A green substance was smeared along the ground, creating a steaming path towards the furthest door. He let his teleport glide through to the main corridor, begging it to go just a little faster.

A Viper copy sounded like hell to deal with.

Smoke began to seep out into the corridor at an alarming rate, and Yoru hurriedly wrapped a discarded rag around his face.

It might not be have been hygienic, judging by the musty smell, but it was better than diving straight into poisonous gas.

He took out his footsteps before he was left blinded by the smoke. They tapped hurriedly across the floor, and gunfire bounced off the floor, following it's trajectory.