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Ambush •|| EVERYONE ||• [Intrusion Pt. 8]

[A/N: I'm going to hell. I literally wrote this in a church. :')]

Prompt: On their way to the safehouse, Autumn, Mia, Clodagh, and Azalea are met with some... old friends.

Clodagh started the van and eased it out of the driveway, glancing back at the group. “Buckle up, folks. It’s about an hour and a half to the safehouse.” She adjusted the mirrors and tapped the steering wheel. “Anyone wanna play DJ?”

Mia shot her hand up immediately. “I’ve got this.”

Sorcha rolled her eyes but passed the aux cord over. “Just don’t make us regret this.”

Without hesitation, Mia queued up her choice, and the unmistakable beat of WAP by Cardi B filled the van. As the explicit lyrics blasted through the speakers, Clodagh, Azalea, and Autumn burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears forming in their eyes as they recalled a long-buried inside joke.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that!” Autumn wheezed, leaning back in her seat.

“Remember? I live for this moment,” Mia said smugly, bopping her head to the beat.

Their laughter echoed in the van, a brief moment of levity cutting through the tension of the past few days. But just as Clodagh relaxed her grip on the wheel, Sorcha’s panicked voice rang out.

“Clodagh, watch out!”

Clodagh slammed the brakes as two black vans screeched to a halt in front of them, blocking their path. The screech of tires behind them signaled another two vans boxing them in, effectively trapping them.

“Shit,” Clodagh muttered, her eyes darting around.

“We’re trapped,” Winter said, his voice tight with fear.

Charlotte clenched her fists, her voice trembling. “What do we do now?”

Mia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “We hold them off.”

“There’s no way in hell we’re letting anyone get out of this van!” Charlotte snapped, her protective instincts kicking in.

Mia smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Who said anything about getting out?”

Autumn was already moving, pulling open one of the hidden compartments Azalea had insisted be built into the van. She grabbed an arsenal of weapons and began passing them out. Rifles, pistols, and more were handed to the women, their practiced hands showing no hesitation.

Azalea positioned herself by one of the windows, her pistol gripped tightly. Mia took the opposite side, checking the chamber of her gun. Clodagh gave a curt nod, her fingers on the control for the sunroof.

“Open it,” Autumn ordered, slinging a rifle over her shoulder.

Clodagh complied, and Autumn climbed onto the roof with practiced ease, her rifle aimed and ready. The men outside barely had time to react before bullets started flying.

The ambush turned into a firefight. The attackers opened fire on the van, but the reinforced bulletproof plating held strong. Sparks flew, but no one inside was harmed.

When the attackers paused to reload, Autumn, Mia, Azalea, and Clodagh retaliated. Their shots were precise, cutting through the night with deadly efficiency. Two attackers fell instantly, while others scrambled for cover.

“Find us a way out!” Clodagh yelled to Sorcha, who had been scanning the surroundings.

“There!” Sorcha pointed to a narrow gap between the trees, just wide enough for the van to squeeze through.

“Hold on!” Clodagh shouted as the women retreated back inside. She floored the gas, the van jerking forward and barreling through the gap.

“Shit, they’re following us!” Marjorie yelled, glancing back at the pursuing vans.

“We can’t outrun them!” Vivian added, her voice shaky.

“Yes, we can,” Autumn said, her tone steely. She pulled out a small gun from her bag, prompting confused looks from the others.

“That’s it?” Carly asked, her voice quivering. “What’s that gonna do?”

Autumn smirked. “Just wait.” She climbed back onto the sunroof, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight.

With calculated precision, she aimed at the lead van and fired. Instead of bullets, tiny metal discs shot out, sticking to the hoods of the vehicles.

“What are those?” Winter asked nervously, craning his neck to see.

“Magnets,” Azalea replied, her lips curving into a knowing grin.

For a moment, the discs seemed harmless, but then—BOOM! The lead van erupted into flames, the explosion shaking the ground. One by one, the other vans followed, consumed by fire and smoke.

Inside the van, a stunned silence filled the air.

Mia let out a low whistle. “Damn, Aut. Didn’t know you still had it in you.”

Charlotte shuddered, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. “I think we all forgot just what you’re capable of.”

Autumn slid back into her seat, her expression unreadable as she handed the gun to Clodagh. “Only when I have to be.”

As the wreckage faded into the distance, the van finally reached the dense woods surrounding the safehouse. The weight of what just happened lingered in the air, heavier than before.

“We’re safe,” Clodagh said softly, pulling into the hidden driveway.

“For now,” Azalea murmured, her voice carrying an edge of warning.

The van doors opened, and they stepped out into the cool night air. But the sense of relief was fleeting, overshadowed by the realization of just how far they were willing to go to protect each other—and what it meant for those they loved.