Abrade - [Charles Leclerc] A Sequel To Corrode

Diciasette

WARNINGS: Violence, use of weapons, mention of death, fighting, blood, torture (light, nothing too extreme), Joanne going ham, google translated French.

A/N: An extra long chapter for you, but can assure it will not be a cliffhanger xx

         "I said go left, idiot," Liam's voice croaked a little through Jules' earpiece and Charles already yanked him back before he could walk right in front of the feet of a guard. He looked at his son in a way that told Jules to calm down, and he nodded slowly, however his heart was still beating so fast and he was so full of adrenaline. Liam managed to hack so far into the security system that he had access to all the camera's, and he played the same tape of guards walking back and forth on the computers of the night crew that was watching. Initially, Liam would shut down the camera's for twenty minutes, but while alone and in the car, he thought he'd busy himself with something even more useful.

It got Charles thinking why the hell he never did more to convince Liam to work for the crew more often, but when he looked at Jules, who got into big trouble, he was glad he didn't involve another son with this business. "Cover me," Charles mouthed when he rolled forward and swiftly shot the guard down. Jules looked around to make sure no other guard was disturbed, although Charles shot with a sound reducer. Charles managed to catch the guard before his body would tumble down the stairs and make an awful lot of noise. "If you take a right after the corner, you'll find Joao's office. I have never been further than the first door," Liam explained.

"If you plant a microphone on the wall there or on the floor close to the door, I will be able to gather the sound and analyze if Armando is there. I didn't see any of the girls when I was there, so I assume they are in the other rooms or hidden somewhere else," he continued. "Helpful," Carlos commented. Charles actually had no idea where his partner was, but as he still replied to the messages every now and then, he assumed Carlos was safe. "There are two guards near the door," Liam sounded again. "Charles, look up," Carlos sounded then. Charles craned his neck to look up to the ceiling. He could barely see Carlos, as he was dressed in all black, but he saw something moving. "I can take the guards out, you make sure they don't make a sound."

Charles took the microphone he wanted to plant near the door from Jules and waited for Carlos' sign. Having to stay so quiet made him nervous. At one point, everyone would notice that it was too quiet. Charles shook off the thought and watched Carlos lay down on the metal tubes that crossed the whole building, and where he apparently had been hiding all the time. Both of the guards were killed with a single grunt and a bullet to the head, and Charles grabbed them, dragging their bodies around the corner. He held his gun in front of him, looking at Jules who was on watch.

He slowly bent down to place the microphone under the door, but at the same time the door handle was pushed down and someone was about to come out. Charles held his breath, hiding behind the door as it opened his way. Jules had disappeared without a sound. He looked up and saw Carlos still above him. He felt relieved that his partner was there to cover him if they discovered him and opened fire. "Ayo, where are they at?" Some laughter erupted from the people inside the room. Charles remained quiet behind the door. "Bet they're just taking a piss, just saw Tom walking across the hall on the camera's," Armando's voice sounded.

"Aight, well, I'm gonna do that too," the man, who still stood in the door opening, said. He stood with his back to Charles. He held his breath, because the man was lighting a cigarette as the door fell closed behind him. One move and he'd see him, because the door didn't cover him anymore. Something clanked on the floor in the area next to them, causing the man to look up and listen. He decided to go around the corner, where Jules nearly knocked him out with his gun to the back of his head. The barely lit cigarette rolling over the floor. Jules clasped his hand over the man's mouth.