You Are My Sunshine.

Panik Attac'd

*Fights sleep for 72 hrs now to force this out of my brain and crash in my bed, wish me luck.*

(Also I hope you guys don't mind the songs I attach that I was listening to when I write now, I just love the beat of this one.)

Eighteen's heart was rushing a mile a minute, he cradled his friend's head in his arms, the trademark beret that the artist usually had flopped lopsidedly on his head was on the ground somewhere in the facility, discarded from its usual spot.

"U-uh. H-hey Seventeen? You awake?" He managed to whisper through his suddenly dry mouth.

A cerulean eye cracked open, flickering from violet to blue in wild abandon.

"Okay cool, cool. I got you. Don't panic 'kay?"

"..m..rist.." He croaked, trying to face him.

Sparks were flying everywhere with every move he made, Eighteen didn't mind the few that stung him, but he knew it'll give away their hiding spot.

He was great at hiding spots, but if Seventeen managed to give him away within the first few minutes, he wasn't sure if he could get to safety..

This is why it was annoying to share his spots with others.

"E-e-eighteen..?" Static overtook most of the words, the arsonist could barely make out the actual voice.

"Shhhh. Calm down, be quiet." He held his extra baggage still, "Don't move, you're gonna give me away."

"I-I-I..wr-w-r-wrist.." He gasped out, almost going limp.

Eighteen clamped his hand on his mouth, "Shush, if you don't stop talking, I'll have to leave you. And trust me, I don't want to do that."

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal scraping against metal.

"Come on...Eighteen? Was it? There's no point in hiding, I will find you anyways.."

Eighteen frowned, Seventeen softly whimpered against his hand.

He needed to get out, immediately, his eyes flitted up towards the ceiling, catching the vent that was positioned inconveniently in the open.

He guessed it made sense, if he were a criminal who didn't want people breaking in as easily he'd put a vent out in the open too.

Eighteen pondered if it were worth the risk, he didn't want to make too much noise trying to bust it open.

No point being silent anyways, IDHO clearly already knew they were here. If he could make a leap for the vent, he could already be on the roof, which gives him plenty of time to activate the wings and meet back at the car. He just hoped the others were waiting for him and ready to go.

"Okay, just kick off the walls, you got this." He darted out into the open, flinching harder than he would've liked when he saw his pursuer.

Well, sort of, it was still too dark to tell what he actually looked like, the only light source was the occasional sparking from the near unconscious artist in his arms.

"Ah, there you are.." He stalked closer, "Have you given up?"

"I think you and I both know the answer to that question."

"Hopefully it's yes. Twenty would have surrendered by now.." The adult removed his gloves, revealing a gleaming set of metal claws., "And seeing as you have nowhere to go, you must be making a reasonable decision here."

Eighteen inwardly whooped, he didn't see the vent. He had absolutely no idea where Eighteen was heading.

"Well surprise, Inspector Gadget! I'm not Twenty!" The arsonist raced for the wall, laughing in celebration when IDHO assumed he was trying a failing idea, and thus did nothing to stop him.