Fight For It

Chapter 20

~Isolde's Point of  View~

Every single person sits quietly, their breaths quiet and even. I was scanning the surroundings, making sure nothing was out of place before we take action. It only took a matter of seconds for my eyes to scan over the land in front of me.

"Snipers," I whisper into my ear piece. It was a one worded command to give our snipers the green light to take out most of the guards outside. My eyes focus in all the guards that drop a moment after my command was given. I nod towards Damon, and we both lift up our guns, taking out the few remaining on our side.

"Ready to move in," Damon whispers in my ear. I shiver as chills run down my spine from his breath in my ear.

"Let's go." I raise a hand, and give the signal to follow. I maneuver through the tall grass, an army behind me. All of us crouch down to remain in the shadows as we inch closer to the building. The only noise that could be heard was the crickets chirping in the grass.

This was the calm before the storm.

I press my back up against the cold concrete of the building. The door to enter was to my right, just waiting to be opened. Damon stood on the left side of the door, both of us meeting each other's eyes.

"Clear on our side," I inform through the ear piece. I hear three "clears" letting my know it was time to go in. I nod towards Damon before he blows out the hinges of the door with the bullets of his pistol. I was the first to move, stepping into the lions den. It took a moment before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Once they did, I noticed we were in a hallway, no doors, no lights, nothing. I continued to make my way down the hallway, the only noise being the hundreds of pairs of feet behind me. It took a good minute to reach the end of the hall, there being a left and right turn, both being equally as unwelcoming. Examining both sides, I feel a hand slither around my waist and grip gently. I didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"I think this is where we are going to have to split up," Damon speaks.

"It looks like it. The group can split up. I'll go left, you can take the right." I get ready to step off down my hallway before I am pulled back.

"Be safe," Damon whispers before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my head. I give a small smile in return before taking off. The soldiers divide, taking note of the two of us splitting up. My group marches our way down the hallway, stopping as light starts to come into view. I hold my hand up causing everyone to halt. I inch my way closer to the light, careful to not come into view of other people. The hallway opens up to a large room. I push my back up against the corner and peek around to get a good view of the room. There are men scattered around, chatting with no idea the destruction that is about to go down. Tables were occasionally put around the room along with some chairs and couches. It was a pretty dull room, the walls and floors still made of concrete. There was no color whatsoever. I estimated about 30 men in the room. Inching my way back to the soldiers I whisper them some commands.

"There are about 30 men in the room, go in, take every one of them out. No one leaves here alive." They all nod in understanding. They all follow behind me as I make my way back to the entrance of the room. Taking one more look back, I jump into action. With my gun raised, I take out three before they even realize the bullets being shot out. Once realization strikes them, tables are thrown up for protection and guns are drawn out. I jump back behind the closest couch, shooting two Russians out in the process. Pulling a body up, I use him as a body shield to block the hundreds of bullets being thrown in my direction. Shooting two, I feel someone behind me. Dropping the body, I whip out my knife and throw it behind me without looking. The sound of choking pierces my eyes as I smile to myself. Finally glancing back, my knife lodged in a Russian's throat comes into view. I lunge towards him, yank my knife out, and hurl it in the direction of another man. It pierces his chest and his eyes grow wide in shock. Taking my eyes off him, I glance around the room. There were only a few stragglers left around the room, others trying to cling to life with slits along their throats.