Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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WARNINGS: violence, death, use of weapons, fighting scenes, bad language. Carlos is the enemy in this chapter, and in no way does this reflect reality. Skip the chapter in case it triggers.

     It was clear that their plan had worked, as no one of the Spanish crew had assumed that they would transport underground. And suddenly the very core of the base they wished to reach first, was already heavily guarded by the three crews that supported each other, and were the beholders of the oil industry right here. The crews split up, and for safety and distraction reasons, Natalya split up from Lando, and joined George and Pierre in a group that went to the south wing of the base. They hid behind the large columns of the hallway, and they'd have to move soon and take out the guards that were walking around there. The shooting would gather attention, and then everything was on a roll. But they had no choice. The three looked at each other, nodding silently, determined to open up the fire. Natalya's heart was hammering against her rib cage, but she didn't freeze with fear. She tried to use it to fuel herself, to follow the more experienced men she had on her side.

Not wearing ear protection now, the hollow hallways caused the gunshots to echo extra hard, making her flinch when she shot first, and hit one of the guards in his legs. Pierre finished the job, and she didn't want to be left behind, so Natalya followed them to the corner directly. More of the Spanish crew men came running towards them after they heard the shots, and the used the corner of the wall as their shields and guards against the bullets that now freely roamed through the air. George had to reload his gun, but he figured that out while standing in the middle, unguarded in the hallway, while their rivals came up to them. George threw his weapon instead, hitting one of them in the face. He could use the body as a shield, and then took his weapon to clear the way. There was no time to stop and stare, to be impressed with George's quick thinking and his own life-saving moves, and Natalya didn't do so. She joined the two again as they walked further.

From all around them, the sounds of guns being fired, fights and grunts, erupted, and they were sure that the crews had now found each other in each compound of the base. It would be a matter of time before Lando and Carlos would confront each other. "Natalya!" She froze in her path, George and Pierre on her side. She recognized his voice easily, and she turned around, meeting Gianluca's posture on the other side of the hall. He stepped over the bodies of his crew members, which they had just shot down and executed. "Stop," Natalya's voice was loud and clear, her hand with her gun lifting. Gianluca's eyes widened, and he held his hand up, however, he didn't drop his weapon. "I don't know which side you're on," she said, her hand trembling lightly. Gianluca had been a loyal guard to her, but after Lando had sent him back to Carlos, she had no idea what the Spaniard had done to brainwash him, or to convince him that Lando's crew was the true enemy here.

"He's slowing us down," Pierre gritted through his teeth. "Have I ever been on another side than yours?" The Brazilian said, looking between the two men on her side. "The fact that Carlos didn't kill him is alarming, Nat," George muttered. And he was right. Gianluca would be alive if he didn't plan something with Carlos, or set something up with him, because he would be punished for being on Natalya's side like that. Pierre pulled her behind him in a swift move, and the short round of bullets that was spilled, let her know that Gianluca's body was another lifeless one added to the list. She didn't look back, she didn't look over her shoulder, because she didn't want to remember Gianluca like that. She thought about how Carlos must have tortured him, and her teeth gnashed together when she reloaded the hand gun. "Are you okay?" Pierre asked her softly. "Better than ever," she growled. Pierre and George shared a look, however, they didn't say anything.

Natalya felt more numb with each guard she shot afterwards. It became a routine to work through, to clear the hallways, to watch the bodies drop to the floor. "How much longer is this going to take?" she asked, leaning back against the wall and wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Until we find Carlos," Pierre simply replied. "His crew won't give up until he's dead," he added. "Then where the fuck is he?"