Love & War

Chapter 20

A/N: Wow, time got away from me this week. As a reminder this is the second of three parts for this scene. I felt I had to break it up because of it's length. Sorry. Here's the next chapter, please enjoy. Comment, like, let me know what you think. As always, Thank you to everyone reading this.

(Third Person- With Anna)

Anna hands the pistol to Charlie as they make their way to the door. He is still holding the video camera in his other hand. Anna peaks through a crack in the door, looks at Charlie holding 2 fingers up and then points to herself. They switch positions and Charlie swings the door open as Anna shoves the knife into the first guy’s neck and elbows the other in the face, almost at the same time. She withdraws the knife from the first guy and stabs the other in the heart. They slowly make their way out the door, looking both ways and make their way down the hall.

“If I remember right there is a room full of weapons just before we get to the cells. Do you think we should gear up first?” She whispers to him. He nods in agreement as they it to the room. Charlie shuts the door. He turns around to see Anna with two shotguns, one in each hand, and she tosses him one. “Make sure to grab extras for everyone else. Oh hello gorgeous,” she says as she spots a sword propped up in the corner. “This is mine.” Anna sees a sword holder and wraps it around her waist, putting it in a spot. She grabs three nine millimeter pistols, checking the clips, and places them in her waistband. She grabs two assault rifles and swings both around her back. She turns around and Charlie has just as many as she does, but he found grenades and some c4.

“I found you a present, L.T. You’ll get more use out of these,” he tells her as he hands her 10 throwing daggers, she grins as she strokes each one briefly. She rips the sleeves off of her t-shirt and ties them around her forearms, creating makeshift dagger holders. “I’m good to go, I’ll hold left, you hold right,” he tells her as he checks outside the door.

They walk into the room with the cells, just as two more guys walk in another door across from them. Before either guy can react, Charlie lets off one shot and Anna throws a dagger, each hitting the dead center of their foreheads.

“You guys ready to blow this Popsicle stand?” Charlie attempts to joke as he is picking the locks. When everyone is free, Anna and Charlie give up most of their weapons. Each member takes a small moment to say something in the camera for their families.  

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Max says as he walks to the door.

“Let’s do this for our country,” Liam copies Max’s stance at the door.

“Fuck our country, I’m doing this for us,” Anna responds, her words filled with hate. “We have to find the little boy and get him out as well,” Anna comments as they make their way out the door again into the hallway. She’s got the short sword in one hand and a throwing dagger in the other.  They make it around a few corners, when they come to a staircase.

They silently make their up the stairs and Anna peeks through a crack in the door. It leads into a kitchen where she can see the little boy that helped her. She opens the door and they walk into it.

The little boy’s eyes go wide. “Hey, little one. Remember what I told you? We are getting out of here, do you still want to come?” He shakes his head and runs to Anna. She falls to her knees wrapping him into a tight embrace, lifting him up as she stands back up, settling him on her hip. She looks back at her team. “Jessie, do you think you can carry him?” When Jessie agrees and reaches for him, he shakes his head clinging to Anna even harder. “Venez maintenant tout-petit, je ne vais pas rien laisser vous arriver*,” she tells him. He finally lets go of Anna and reaches for Jessie.

 **Come now little one, I won’t let anything happen to you**

Max checks the backdoor to find it nailed shut, “Shit, we have to make our way out the front.” They make their way towards the front of the building when a guy rounds the corner, bumping into Anna. She doesn’t hesitate as she wraps her hands around his neck pushing him back against the wall, bringing her knee up to hit him between the knees. She hits him in the side of the head with the end of the knife, knocking him out.

Before Anna can catch her breath, another guy comes around the corner, and Liam shoots a round off, hitting him in the chest. “I was trying to do this silently. I really don’t want to leave a trail of bodies,” Anna whispers to him. He shrugs.

They finally make it to another door, Charlie hands the camera to Max and cracks the door open. “This seems too easy, but there is a pickup truck right out there. Anna if we can get to it, can you hotwire it?”

“Of course,” she responds peeking out the door as well. “It’s a bench seat, so Jessie, Liam and Charlie you guys rush to the back, Max and I will get in the cab, I’ll drive. On three.” She holds up three fingers, two fingers, and one. They swing the door open and Jessie, still holding the little boy, Charlie and Liam make their dash to the truck, with Anna and Max behind them.

Anna gets halfway to the truck when she hears a bang and feels a burning sensation in her back, she turns and spots a man near a shed off to the left of the truck, and she throws a knife and hits him in the throat as another guy tackles her to the ground. She kicks him off, reaching for the sword that was knocked out of her hand. He punches her in the face before she can reach it, so she hits back.

They are fighting hand to hand, when he pulls a knife, he swings it down and she’s able to deflect it with the throwing daggers anchored to her arms. He thrusts up, and she deflects once more. Anna can hear voices coming closer to them, she briefly glances behind the guy she’s fighting and he gets his chance to stab her in the side. When he pulls the knife out, he falls to the ground instantly with a perfect circle in his head. She looks around to see Liam still with his gun up.

She spins around and sprints the rest of the way to the truck and as she is opening the door, she hears more gunshots and can feel a burning sensation in her left leg. She throws herself into the seat slamming the door, just as three more rounds hit the door, one shattering the window, lodging glass deep into her left shoulder and arm. She bends over, pulling wires out of the dash. Within seconds she has the truck running and slams it into gear. She yells, “Hold on,” as she guns it, tires spinning and spitting gravel and they are careening down the road.