Through It All... (Agent 8 x Agent 3) [FINAL BOOK]

Chapter 18 ~ Cornered

Agent 8's (Mike's) P.O.V:

I sprinted through the abandoned rooms, not stopping to even take a glance as to what the rooms were. Or if there was even anyone there. I couldn't sense anyone though, the only thing I could hear are the charger blasts going off above me and Sarah's steps going down. 

Swinging my roller vertically, a straight line of ink formed going upwards on the stairs, making it easier to go up. Swimming in my octopus form, I tried my best to move as efficiently as I could. I left with the mindset that the quicker we do this, the quicker we can end this battle in victory. In a Turf War, a battle doesn't seem to change much, but it's one step closer to victory or failure depending on if you win or not. However, we're winning this. The determination found within my fellow inklings and Sarah herself is unwavering. 

"There's someone on this floor," I mentioned to myself in my mind, slipping into the crack underneath the door. I popped out into my octoling form and cautiously stepped quietly across the concrete floors. The entire place was a mess, furniture and other belongings scattered around the floor. I stopped, and stood silently, gripping my roller tightly. 

"Focus.." I told myself once more, closing my eyes and try to focus on my hearing. Successfully pinpointing where the charger was located, I quickly rushed forward with a curling bomb and swam quickly to the room. 

The curling bomb blew up, blowing the door and I quickly rushed inside. I managed to catch the charger off guard. The Octarian panicked naturally due to the sudden surprise, and quickly charged a full powered shot. However before he could fire it, I dodged to the side with a swing and dive, making the Octarian miss its shot. Desperately, he began to shoot rapid frail shots in an attempt to splat me. It was proven to be a challenge as I swam in a zigzag pattern.

Before he could react, I popped up in front of him from my puddle of ink, already swinging my roller. And, in the blink of an eye, he splatted before me. His gear plopped onto the puddle of ink. 

"One down, about nine more..."

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Agent 3's (Sarah's) P.O.V:

I managed to get to the next floor with relatively ease. It's a lot harder to cover ground with a Splattershot Pro, but I managed. 

Racing through what appeared to be an apartment complex's rooms and such, I was able to take down about three chargers quickly before they could react. A part of me felt sorry, but I didn't have time to sympathize with them, the inklings were losing their lives as we speak. I left their gear there on the floor, on the same spot they were splatted. 

Moving on, the other three I faced were a bit more challenging. They appeared to have sensed me or heard me coming prior to me attacking. One of them nearly splatted my head off when I opened the door, since it was aiming at the doorway waiting for me to come in unknowingly. The line of Octarian ink passed my left cheek in what felt like slow motion, a full powered shot too. In a frantic manner, I managed to splat him down, though my heart continued to pound inside my chest after that scare.

As I went down the stairs of the complex, I realized I was one floor above the ground level floor. Meaning that there was most likely not many left. 

"Agent 3, everything is take care of outside. How is everything going where you are?" One of the inklings from the platoon communicated with me. As quietly as I could, I responded, "Everything is good here. Now handling the last floor here. Agent 8 is taking care of the higher ones."

The headpiece cut off its signal, signaling that our conversation was finalized. 

Hearing something get knocked over, I quickly made my way there. I headed through another apartment door and stepped into what used to be the living room, before stopping again to pinpoint the location. "If I throw a point sensor, it'll not only alert them cause of the sound but because of the markings that will appear. It'll warn them an enemy is nearby. If only we had a special type of these sub weapons to help in these situations. Silent and no markings to alert the enemy." I stepped closer to the what I assumed was the open entrance to apartment's kitchen. It was in the shape of an L, so it ruined to the right once entered. 

What I didn't expect was to be hit by a Brella and a full powered Splatterscope shot. 

Almost instantly, it broke through my hero armor. And my vision was blurred to red sparks flying around. Instinctively, I turned into my squid form and jumped backwards back into the living room, making myself little ink puddles to hide in. It stung as I felt the Octarian ink rest on my revealed skin, but told myself to calm down. 

A splat bomb was thrown blindly from the corner into the living room, a move that they hoped would hit me. It failed as I jumped even farther back. 

However, I quickly retaliated it and managed to throw in a point sensor to confirm the amount of Octarians in that corner. Seeing the marks, there were only two as I suspected. And from what I could hear, an ink wall was set up and a fully charged shot was ready for me. If I charged in there, it would certainly be the end of me. 

"Should I use it?" I thought to myself, reaching into my pocket and whipping out an emergency special can, a splashdown. "It would be stupid to just run around and color in this apartment to gain it naturally..."

Hesitating for a second, I ultimately decided to use it, Before I knew it, my tentacle hair began to glow and flop violently, ready to use the special. My sight managed to see little light particles coming off of my body. This wasn't something new, since I've experienced it hundreds of times in Turf and Ranked matches. 

I stepped forward and charged forward, praying that I wouldn't get splatted in the process. 

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