Vengeance

||21|| Grenade

August POV

I split from Oakley.

And I don't know if it was a good idea. But I guess we'll see.

Caleb and I are out in the back of the house, planning to break in. While Oakley, Axel, and Slasher get in from the front.

She can handle herself, I know she can.

We reach the back door and I motion to Caleb, who takes out his tools for lock picking. Which were just two sturdy thin lines of metal.

"Step aside, Capo," He says way more dramatically than he should've.

"Just pick the damn lock."

He kneels and works at it. And not even a minute later the door clicks open.

The house is quiet and dim, despite the rays of sunlight coming through a few windows. We enter a living room.

I walk in prepared to shoot, staying along on the wall.

This house must've cost millions. Marble made the floor under my feet causing a click to echo through the house with every step. Chandeliers hang from the high ceilings. There are at least three floors. What if he isn't even here—

"Get down!" Caleb collides with me, sending us both to the floor behind a long couch.

A loud pop goes through the air and a bullet carves in the wall where I stood seconds ago.

Caleb shoots back instantly, his gun on top of the couch, exchanging bullets with the fucks that shot at us.

It couldn't just be an easy task, could it?

I get to one knee and peered around the couch, sending shots towards the men.

My mind never left Oakley. If these fucks are back here with us, there must've been more in the front where she is supposed to come in from. 

"How many," I ask Caleb as he drops his head back behind cover. Bullets sliced through the air around us. A familiar sound.

"Just two," he responds. He unclips the tear bomb on his belt. "Should I now?"

He always carries small explosives. Used for desperate times of need. There isn't usually a time where we needed to drop a tear bomb or grenade during a mission, though. 

I shake my head, "No. Wait here."

I kneel back up as the fucks go to reload and slide behind the couch adjacent to us, hoping they didn't see me.

I tap on my earpiece once I'm fully behind it, "Slasher, Axel. Update me" I say into it. More like 'update me on Oakley's whereabouts'.

No answer.

Shit.

Caleb speaks through it after hearing my call, sending another clip towards the men across the room.

"They're probably in some shit. They'll be fine. She's fine. Now can you get these fucks already?"

I laugh through my nose at the reassurance that I pathetically needed. He knows me too well apparently.

"On it."

I raise my head and see a clear shot on one of the fucks heads, this angle being a thousand times better than the one Caleb currently fires at.