Crouched on the spire's railing, I watch through the glass ceiling as Bishop and her four guards enter the sanctuary. I take careful aim at the biggest of the guards. If I can't get them all before we send Frida down, I can at least give her the best chance.
"We all set?" I ask, looking up from my scope. Tal grins, the detonator in her hand. Frida gives me a thumbs up, poised to jump. I watch through the scope, my finger resting on the trigger.
"She's on the pulpit." I update my companions, "The crowd goes wild, anddddddd..." We wait.
"She's blessing! GOGOGO!" I yell.
KABOOM!
It didn't do a ton of damage, but damn was it loud. The guards face the source of the explosion. I hold my breath as my heart hammers in my throat.
Click.
Headshot.
Click.
Double headshot.
Click.
Got him in the shoulder.
Click.
Missed.
Shit.
Click.
Got him that time.
I hurry to reload, but by the time I'm ready to take aim, I hear the glass roof shatter as Frida dives through. I watch as she lands, perfectly on top of Bishop.
"Yes! Yes! Pull Pull PULL!" I celebrate, grabbing the rope to bring her back up. Tal grabs it with me, and together we pull for all we're worth. Within no time at all, Frida's little head peaks below the railing.
"Got her?" I ask.
"No, I dropped her," Frida makes an uncharacteristic joke. We haul her up, her legs and arms wrapped around the struggling Bishop. Talyn produces shackles, and we wrestle Bishop. Eventually, we chain her to the railing. I high-five Frida and grab Talyn's face. She kisses me violently.
"Let's get down there!" Frida calls as she jumps again. I'm already strapped into my harness, but I'm not done kissing.
Talyn pulls away, "We'll have time for this later!" she says as she pushes me off the spire, and I fall into the fray below.
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The Steeple- Orignal Story
Научная фантастикаA work of original Science Fiction, written as a final for an English class, but I was extremely proud of it and wanted to put it somewhere. CW for violence and cursing
