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"Hey! Stop right-"
EMPTY?
"-There??"
The kids have already bolted down and behind the corner, their legs moving rapidly as they ran. They needed to get out- and they needed to do it fast.
"The kids are in the parking garage, ground level in section B! Remember to not shoot them, just surround them!" The armed guard barked into the walkie-talking, taking off after the group of running kids, who were already almost out of his sight. Their eyes were scanning the area- searching for the section that Alex said his car was parked in.
B1..
B2..
B3..
B4-
..B5!
The seven kids all jumped into the car- the redheaded sister taking the drivers seat, Taylor sitting in the passenger along with Logan as they shared a seat. In the back, sat huddled up the four others; Rylee, Tyler, Ben and Aiden- with the girl grumbling as she was pressed up against the car door, the three bigger boys taking up all the space. She wished she could just press them up into small pieces and throw them— nevermind. Ashlyn gripped the steering wheel. Her heart beating in her troath as she tried finding the courage to start up the car; memories of her awful driving from the past coming back to her. But she knew she had to get over them, and now.
VROOM!
SKID.
BANG!
The car bolted out of the parking space, the tires screeching as they moved further; along with the sound of bullets grazing the body of the car. Aiden being careless as ever had opened up the sunroof, peeking out with a gun held tightly in his arms- shooting back at the guards who had their weapons aimed at the teenagers. Logan had leaned out from the passenger seat window, also holding a gun as he aimed a little more precisely than Aiden. "Aiden, get down! What are you doing?!"
BANG!
"It's fine! Ben's holding me!"
Well— barely. Ben gripped the blondes legs tight to himself, holding his cousin for dear life as they continued zooming down the parking lot, before finally making it out of the garage and driving outside. "Why did you give him a pistol??" The boy twin grumbled out, one hand gripping the passenger seat infront of him as he tried not to squish the brunette girl into the cars door next to him. His other hand went right by her head, pushing against the window that was on her side, keeping him in place as he tried not to slide around with every swerve and turn Ashlyn made. "Because having no aim is scarier for those you're shooting at." Aiden yelled back to Tyler, who only just shook his head, silently disaggreeing with the blonde. Meanwhile driving, Logan aimed at another cars tires, shooting them flat.
