OPERATION: YOUNGBLOOD | Peterick

Chapter 15

Trigger Warning- This chapter contains speak of slight suicidal matter.

Patrick's heart rate picked up as he creeped through the dirt tunnel with Pete. They kept their guns pointed at the ground as they shuffled slowly through the darkness.

"We're getting close," Pete whispered. "I can hear them."

Patrick strained his ears and picked up the sounds of conversation. It was much, much quieter than the time before.

"Wait, stop." Patrick reached his arm out next to him and stopped Pete in his tracks. The g.o.d. was just around the corner.

"Are you ready?" Pete whispered again. All of Patrick's previous thoughts about him turned to dust. He nodded. He'd been waiting for this moment.

"Fuck the CIA," Patrick thought. "I can do this shit on my own."

His hands began to tremble. With excitement or anxiety? He wasn't sure.

Pete snapped him back into reality as he began to count to three. On one, they both slid around the corner with their guns aimed high. Patrick began to shout.

"Min'na appu,-te!!"

The room was dimly lit with old, factory like lights hanging from the low ceiling. All of the members looked up, almost completely  unphased by the two agents in the doorway. Patrick repeated the order for them to put their hands up and the man that was standing in the center of the rows of tables simply smiled.

"We've been expecting you, agents."

Patrick hesitated at the unsettling feeling that buried itself in his gut at the sight of the man. "I said everybody put your hands up, now!"

The people stayed still and the man chuckled. He placed his hands behind his back and began to walk around slowly, in a business-like fashion.

"I don't believe I've introduced myself yet. I'm Takumi Yoshida. And-"

Patrick cut him off to shout an order to the rest of the people who were still sitting and watching the scene intensely.

"Appu to dare mo auto!!"

Takumi froze. "Excuse me, I was speaking with you. You cannot tell my people to go anywhere, they're staying right where they are." He began to walk forward again.

"If you come any closer we'll shoot!" Pete yelled.

"Oh you wouldn't want to do that," Takumi smirked. "Not with all the bombs in here."

Patrick snapped his walkie talkie off of his belt when he spotted the weapons.

"Explosives in the facility, possibly active."

Takumi's smirk grew at the report. "And I'm certain you wouldn't want to shoot with all of the children here."

He stepped aside and multiple members pushed forward small kids into one visible group. It was Pete's turn to bark into the walkie.

"There are minors in the facility, I repeat, minors in the facility. Ages most likely ranging from four to twelve."

"We need to get them out of here," Patrick whispered to his ex-partner. "It's too dangerous."

Takumi must've had ears of a hawk. "They're not going anywhere either. They're too valuable to us."

He shouted an order, something in Japanese, and the children all hurried to pick up different weapons that were laying on the tables. Pete and Patrick were even more horrified when one even picked up one of the bombs.