POV: Saber
Suddenly, my ears perk up.
"Shhh," I whisper to Wynter.
"That's what I've been telling you to do!" she whispers back.
"No, I hear something." I respond. I turn around and start to crawl back. I'm pretty sure I saw a flit of red amongst all the grey, but I quickly dismiss that thought. I look down into the room that we came from.
I saw the two guards from before lying in pools of their own blood. One had already succumbed to the blood loss, but the other was still choking on his. I start to crawl further. I know whoever did this was still in the building somewhere.
"Micheal! What are you doing?" I hear Wynter whisper. A sudden intake of breath tells me that she has seen the men on the ground.
As I navigate the maze of passages before me, my finger lands in something wet. I bring my hand up close to my face, and realize that the liquid is blood. I'm on the right track
I turn the fifth corner, and a shuriken drills into the vent right beside my head.
"HOLY SHIT!" I yell, temporarily forgetting where I am. I regain my wits enough to grab the star and throw it back down the duct. I hear a grunt of surprise and pain as I skid down the way I came.
"WYNTER! GIVE ME A WEAPON AND GET THE HELL OUT OF THE VENT!"
A pistol slides towards me from down the shaft, along with a few clips. A Glock. No silencer. Dammit. I clasp the gun and put the clips in my pocket. I only hope I won't have to use it. My hearing and my life depend on it.
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One Last Bullet
ActionCivilized life. The phrase we use when we describe the way we live. But it's all a masquerade. There are groups of people, sinister people, that hide behind the false blanket of security that is civilized life. And they don't care who they hurt to g...
