Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 35

"Sabrina, go!" Makayla yelled as she pushed her and Jr away, shoving Major into Sabrina's arms and the door slammed closed, being left alone in the room with her worst nightmare if she were afraid, Draven Sadina.

At least at the moment, D916.

Draven was horrible, oh he was malicious and evil but D916...words couldn't describe.

Her eyes widened as he pushed the chip back inside his body in one swift motion and cracked his neck afterward with a relieved sigh. Relief? He was relieved for killing Emma?

Knowing if she dared gave him a second to pounce on her, she yelled as she launched her body at him, smacking him to the ground, quickly she pulled back her pistol, aiming for something non-fatal, but something that would put him down easy.

His stomach? No, he would bleed out too fast. The chest? Not too close to the heart. His leg? Nope, he would recover too quickly as would he if it were his thigh.

God damnit! She groaned, aiming for the chest away from his heart and as she pulled the trigger, his fist rammed into her face full force. Boom! The bullet went off and she heard his grunt and by the time she saw the blood, not knowing where it came from, his leg shot out, knocking her to the ground.

Damn, he had been much stronger than her.

Can't fight him, will kill him she knew. And so, with every ounce of her strength, she rose to her feet and as she expected, he pivoted his body expecting she was to launch at her again but instead she took the opening and ran, slamming against the door.

A gasp. A cry and a moan as she felt the penetration of something sharp embed itself into her thigh but as the strong soldier she was, she ignored it and threw the door open, walking as quickly as possible down the stairs. "Sabrina!" She yelled out in hopes she and Jr left, she couldn't fail two missions?

She heard keys jingling from the room and she then knew, they hadn't left. Turning around swiftly, she was met with a blade to the stomach, D916's savage smirk, vicious pleasure in his eyes. They lowered to the thick red liquid now dripping from her mouth as she pushed her palms flat against his chest.

A grin and he pushed her to the floor, watching as she coughed out and yanked it out of her body, but he knew she was down and wouldn't recover so soon so he trod the way of the noise of keys.

Draven chuckled as he stared at Sabrina hastily pull the keys from a pair of man pants. In the back of his mind, his subconscious, he yelled and yelled but the door had been shut. He had been trapped and his soldier nature overruled him in such an instant.

Finally, she retrieved them and when her eyes rose, they dropped from her hand in an instant with a loud, terrorizing scream. She gripped onto the boy as they moved back and D916 noticed the silver gleaming in the sunlight.

She was to fight. No matter, she would die.

Sabrina yelled out a protest as the boy ran at him, D916 instantly swiping to catch him and he realized by the sharp pain in his leg, his thigh following, that Sabrina hadn't held the weapon, Junior did.

Distracted, he groaned into a hiss, the impact of Junior's hard shoe slammed against his side where he was previously stitched. Something told Draven, Junior would expect him to reach for his injuries, so he didn't. Instead, he reached down but his hand shot out just as fast, pummeling the boy's face, striking him to the ground as the blades fell from his grasps.

Sabrina bawled loudly as they both stared at Junior's immobile state, but his focus redirected quicker than hers as his hand gripped her collar. "Please Draven! It's me" She cried out.