Number 06 │ A Leverage Fanfiction

SOS

I ducked behind a pillar, heart pounding as a group of guards marched past. Shit, too many guards, I thought, watching their synchronized steps, the sound of boots echoing through the hall.

My eyes darted around, searching for a way out. Then, I spotted it—an air vent above me, just big enough for a person to crawl through. Yes. The vents. That'll work.

I moved quickly, crawling into the tight space, careful not to make a sound. The air smelled stale, and I gritted my teeth, inching forward until I reached the opening that overlooked Cell Block B.

From above, I saw them—two guards standing watch at the entrance to the block. Three... two... one... Now.

I dropped silently, landing on one guard and taking him down with practiced precision. I grabbed his baton and used it to knock out the second guard in one swift motion. Both were out cold before they even had a chance to react.

I spared a glance at the CCTV camera overhead, but I wasn't worried. I'd already taken care of the security system back in the control room. Even if someone noticed, I was practically invisible—dressed head to toe in black, mask and all.

I quickly scanned the cells. Cell 1B... 2B... 3B... Aha! 4B!

I made my way to the cell and peeked inside. There she was, lying unconscious on the floor. Her pale face barely visible in the dim light.

I pulled out the key I'd stolen from the guards and unlocked the door. The mechanism clicked softly, but I knew I had to hurry.

"Hey, Nineteen." I whispered, shaking her gently. "Hey, wake up. We don't have much time."

I slapped her cheek lightly, just enough to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her gaze for a moment before recognition hit.

"Six?" she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, it's me. I got your S.O.S." I crouched beside her, "We need to go. Can you fight?"

She groaned as she pushed herself up, wincing slightly. "Fuck, my shoulder's busted, but yeah," she gritted out, determination flickering in her eyes.

I offered her a hand, "Good enough. Let's move." I helped her to her feet, her grip steadying as she found her balance. 

"They won't stay down for long," I muttered, glancing over my shoulder toward the unconscious guards. The clock was ticking, and we couldn't afford any more delays.

We moved quickly, but quietly, through the dimly lit hallways of the prison. My eyes darted over every shadow, every corner, making sure we weren't followed. 

I stayed close to her, my hand lightly resting on her back, guiding her down the winding corridor. Every so often, we'd hear footsteps echoing down the hall, but we'd quickly duck behind a corner or into a small alcove. It was a cat-and-mouse game now. One wrong move and we'd be caught.

Finally, we reached the back exit. The heavy steel door loomed in front of us, but I was already ahead, checking the corner and the shadows. I waved for Nineteen to follow, keeping a lookout as she limped after me, her face set with determination despite the pain.

The cold air hit us as we slipped outside, the familiar scent of gasoline and metal sharp in the night. I could see the motorcycle just ahead, parked against a low wall, its black frame gleaming under the flickering streetlights.

"Come on," I whispered, moving toward the bike.

Nineteen gritted her teeth, clutching her shoulder as she staggered to my side. Her breath came in short bursts, but she didn't complain. We had no time for that.