Chris and Dean ran up the stairs. Giggling the whole way, they raced to the top, not bothered by their now loud footsteps. Pain pulsed regularly in her shoulder, but she tried to ignore it.
'not long and I'll have some morphine' She pushed herself, running ahead of Dean at the thought.
Dean smirked at her newfound competitiveness. "I guess you realised you'll get morphine at the end of this!" He laughed. Picking up speed, he attempted to overtake her, but failed. Chris cackled.
"My need for drugs is too strong. You shall never win! Mwuhahaha!"
In the midst of their game, they nearly didn't notice the almost silent gunshot from a gun be fired up the stairwell.
"SHIT!" they cried in unison, picking up the pace. Aiming her guns down, Chris fired some warning shots below. Shots were now sent their way at a faster pace, and they knew that unless the mystery man had upgraded, he had backup.
'i don't like those odds' Chris thought, a frown of worry appearing on her pale face.
Shouting could now be heard from below them, the voices increasing in volume as they zoned in on the two mercenaries. Dean used his arm to move the locks of brown hair from his face, beads of sweat forming in their place. He looked over at Chris, and while she tried to compose herself, he could she how shaken she was underneath. Over the time the two spent together, he could read her like a book.
The two began taking the steps two at a time, decreasing their time before arriving on the roof. As more bullets closed in on the duo, they quickly transitioned from stairs to roof by slamming open the large metal doors at the top of the stairwell.
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Looking around frantically, Dean ran over to a large crowbar, and jammed the door as best he could with it.
"Unless they have any form of heat lasers to cut the frame, the door should allow us a few minutes before they can get through" He breathed, looking over at Chris.
"And the chopper?"
"A few minutes"
Chris sighed and walked further across the roof: "Gonna be close Dean..."
The pair looked out into the Skyline - searching for any trace of their ride to safety- when the small moment of peace they had was suddenly shattered by the sound of knuckles on metal as the man and his backup attempted to bring down the door with force.
'God dammit' Chris cursed internally, as she focused her view on the door. Holding her pistols in her hands, small thuds could be heard as she slowly edged closer to the door, and further from her partner.
"Chris?" Dean watched her, concern etched across his face. There were too many of them...
'She wont stand a chance on her own'
"I'll be the distraction, you focus on making sure that chopper stops for us" She commanded, her eyes plastered to the door as it rocked in it's frame. It would only be a matter of time befo-
The door suddenly gave way, and Chris had to jump to the side and roll in order to avoid the onslaught of bullets that began to rain through the door. Finding cover behind a protruding vent, she crouched and leaned to look at the group of men that had barged through: 13 in total, including the man, and it was clear that whoever chose them took great time and consideration to do so.
