𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍|𝟏𝟖+

32|| making it to the end.

J A M E S

My whole life I've been asking myself the same question over and over again. Today, I was asking a new question, how could god ever pair me with two absolute imbeciles.

I was actually starting to think this was gods punishment for all the bad doings I've done.

But hey, what can I say? Don't we all need to repent our sins. I would never ask forgiveness from anyone, not even god. But as of right now, I was imagining myself on my knees begging him to get me out of this situation.

I would rather be at this alone, rather than be in this situation with two fucking dickheads.

It's been three days since the warehouse where I killed Chris in got shot up and comprised.

Turns out I got grazed by two bullets, thankfully I didn't get it. But Ace did, and the only things he fucking worried about is showering.

Complete imbecile.

However, it seems as if our captives had a little of whatever left in their hearts and got the bullet out of his arm and patched him up.

And as for Reid, he also got grazed and he passed out. Reid surely wasn't our toughest soldier, nor was he the smartest seeing as he's the one who got us into this mess.

It was pretty fucked up, but I wouldn't say I'm not used to this shit anyways. One thing I hated about being captive was the lectures. But one thing I loved was seeing them get so frustrated when I never would comply.

"Your not helping. Stop fucking complaining, they can hear us." I break out of my thoughts, but continue to stare at the same wall I've been staring at for three days now.

Fuck, I was starting to hate this wall.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted Reid to find a fucking warehouse. This is ludicrous, I haven't showered in three days," Ace drawls a sigh.

I turn to Reid who's currently throwing his hands up, shooting us both scowls.

"You know, I'm getting tired of you two always blaming me for shit. I didn't fucking know, we would be taking captured by the fucking French people." he throws an object at the wall.

I furrow my eyes at the object and then my eyes meet Ace's and I could tell he's thinking exactly what I'm thinking. Yet again, Reid is a complete imbecile.

"How long have you had that?" Ace asks, and I shake my head looking at the foreign object.

It was a cork screw.

I shake my head and say nothing. "I've had it since we were at the warehouse. You said we were getting drinks after to celebrate, why not bring my favorite corksc-" he pauses and turns to the corkscrew laying there.

"My fucking corkscrew." he grabs it and push the metal part out revealing the sharp part.

"You will always amaze me with your idiot ways," I finally let out and they turn to me.

"So. He talks." Ace furrows his brows. I haven't spoken since we got here. At first it was because I was pissed, but then I just didn't have anything to say to these two.

"Pass the fucking shit." I snatch the object from Reid's hand and walk over to the door.

We had ruled out there were never cameras in here, because Ace made a fake attempt to escape and no one caught on until they came in here to give us food.

Fucking rookies.

"How would this even work? It's a double lock bolt, also." Reid speaks, and I shake my head.

"You forget we're on the inside, where we can easily turn the knob?" I turn the knob and it clicks open and I hear 'oh.' escape his mouth.

I look to my side to see Ace rubbing his temple also shaking his head. I tune them out as they both begin to argue once again, and I focus on getting this door open and one I hear the click they stop arguing.

I stand up and shove the corkscrew into my pocket. "Can you hit with your left arm?" I turn to ace and he grins. "Open the door." and I fly open the door and theirs already two security guards standing outside with guns in hand.

Their eyes turn to us and they immediately lift their guns at us and already Ace and Reid lunge at them and begin to fight.

It another two security guards running towards me and I pull out the corkscrew and push out the sharp part. I duck from the bullets flying our way and I throw a punch at one of the security guards which causes them to fall to the ground.

I grab the gun that was in his hand and shoot the other security guard in the leg and arm.

Then in the face.

"Fuck, I'm getting old." Ace takes a breath and holds the AR to his side while Reid laughs.

"Which way, Reid?" I ask, and he points in the other direction. One thing I could say about Reid was that he had a good sense of direction.

Each time Reid would ask to go to the bathroom he would actually memorize the directions he went in. He has a photographic memory, and we always put that to good use.

One bullet.

Then another two.

Then three more.

I was out.

"How many bullets do you have left." I said, with a low tone. As we hid behind the two black barrels. It was the only thing that was in between us and the other guards.

"Five." Ace said.

"Two." Reid said.

I counted the amount of guards, and there were nine. "Freestyle." I throw my gun to the floor and I'm now in view with them.

They point there guns at me and I lift my hands. "Comment sont-ils sortis?" one of the guard yelled frantically.

"Tirer, tirer, tirer!" another one spoke.

I rolled my eyes and cock my head a little to the side and I get a view of Ace's eyes.

"Don't shoot." I say.

They frown.

I roll my eyes again and sigh.

I fucking hated speaking their language.

"Je ne suis pas armé, et très franchement, je dois mal utiliser les toilettes." I seethe.

One of them are hesitant, and almost lowers their gun but raises it back up once another one turns to them.

"Comment est-ce que tu es sorti?" one of the guards take a few slow steps towards me, his gun still raised up at me.

"With this." I pulled out the corkscrew and James into his neck causing him to drop his gun and hold onto his neck as it bled out.

They began to shout, and sooner or later shots began to erupt. I picked up the gun and began to fire back. "I'll cover you both, go." I pointed at the door to the outside.

They both ran out the room, still firing their guns until they reached the doors.

I had two bullets left.

Four security guards.

Fuck.

I counted to three before I started to run and tried to duck the bullets.

Everything began to ring, shell casing dropping to the ground evaded me ears. The echoes growing louder and louder by the second.

One shot.

Two shots.

Then three.

Then four.

And..then five.

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