Short stories

Kent's story; part five

Kent had cleared his mind, now able to think clearly, his mind thinking fast. So far, the men arriving were just surrounding the building, not coming in. Yet. If they had come in, Kent might have had a chance by taking out small groups, but if they were all outside, then Kent stood no chance if he went out. He estimated there were around 100, which is a lot. They probably brought the big guns and other weaponry to. Kent rubbed his face, slightly frustrated. He didn't know his way around here at all. He knew of no exits, except for the big door on the end of the garage, and he didn't doubt they were guarding it heavily.

   Kent walked down the warehouse, his eye catching the metal man door on the far side of the garage. It was a room that they had taken him into for one of his first shots. He remembered it being fairly short, much shorter than the height of the building here, which was at least 35 feet, if not more. It was also smaller than the distance of the warehouse that it seemingly occupied. He ran to the door, opening it and going inside. He looked around the room, searching for some kind of door. He didn't see anything at first, then he shoved aside a large bookcase. It revealed a flat silver button on the wall, which when he pressed it, it popped out into a small doorknob.

  Loud banging from the front of the warehouse startled him, and he sprinted back to the other door, peeking his head out. The large garage door in the front of the warehouse was shaking, then to his horror, saw it slowly beginning to rise, being forced up from the outside. Many sets of hands were curled under the door, heaving it up. Kent didn't stay to see if they achieved, but shut the door, locked it, and dragged the large bookcase in front of it. It would take much force to open it. Now Kent ran over to the other door, yanking it open and stepping through. The room he stepped into was much darker, and from the deep echoing of his steps, much bigger to. He stood still for a few seconds, letting his eyes adjust. A normal person wouldn't have been able to see, but Kent could, and he didn't have time to waste finding a light.

  His eyes were now adjusted, and saw the room before him housed many kinds of weapons. Rifles hung on racks on the walls, what seemed to be rocket launchers were tucked into crates, and there was a barrel of grenades. The grenades and rocket launchers seemed fairly normal, but the rifles were a design he not had ever seen before. More sleek and light looking. He went over, grabbing one off the wall, running his hands over the smooth surface momentarily in admiration. Then he was snapped back into action by footsteps clattering in the warehouse next to him. Kent tilted the rifle, quickly pulled the magazine out of the gun and saw it was loaded. A good 30 rounds was in it he guessed. He slung the rifle onto his shoulder. Then he dug around in a box under the table, finding more ammo for the gun. Looking around, he spied a small green backpack on a table.

  He ran over, opening it, and dumped out the contents, which consisted of papers. He paused, picking up a paper, then jammed it back into the backpack. He ran over, dumping ammo into it, then grabbed a pistol off a shelf which was hanging in some type of holster, throwing it into the backpack as well. He slung it onto his back, then wheeled back to look through the door when a loud banging was heard. The bookcase blocking the door was shaking. Then something caught his eye. He looked up, and saw something he never expected. His eyes followed a ladder leading to a ledge above the room, and there, sitting on the ledge, was a helicopter. A small black helicopter. He stared at it, flicker of hope igniting in his chest. But he looked back at the room, thinking. He had basically no idea how to fly a helicopter, amd even if he managed to get up there, he would have no time to get away before the men climbed up. It was probably seconds until they broke into the room. He would have to do something to slow them down.

  Kent ran over to a barrel, reaching inside and grabbing a grenade. The barrel read 'shockwave', whatever that meant. He looked at it, walking over to the door. Then he pulled the pin and rolled it into the room. It clicked once, which was odd. Kent quickly closed the door, and just in the nick of time. It exploded, a sudden jolt of noise like a cannon that echoed out of the room. Kent could feel a wave of force when it exploded, and he stumbled back a few steps. But he didn't waste any time, running over and quickly climbing the ladder. He pulled himself onto the platform, looking at the helicopter. A lever was right by the ladder he climbed off. He looked at it, and before he could think to much about it, squeezed the handle and pulled it. It slid smoothly, then as soon at it hit the other side, a clanking noise echoed from ahead. The ceiling opened right above the helicopter, like two doors swinging outwards.