Assassin [dylmas]

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„Here" Dylan grabbed his hand and they run to the hotel. There was small door to the stony basement and they heard machine guns' shoots covering the sand when they hurried down the stairs. Dylan shoot the padlock and they run inside. He shut the door. The light turned on when they got inside and they saw long sheleves filled with wine bottles.

„Help me!" Dylan glanced around and saw a wooden chest.

Thomas hurred to him and they pushed the box against the door.

Dyaln was thinking in a speed tempo. If Latya was here, Mark was on his way. He looked around and saw a shelproof black wardrobe. He shoot it open and saw guns and bullets.

Dylan took another pistol and additional bullets out of it.

„Listen you must do what I tell you to do," Dylan grabbed Thomas' shoulders. „Lay down on the floor and act dead. I'll pretend I shoot you. When I'll say the world "dog" crawl to theis wardrobe and lock yourself inside, and don't come out till I'll come for you!" he looked the boy in the eyes and Thomas nodded.

He laid on the cold floor and Dylan took one of the red wine bottles and smashed it in behind a shelf. He spilled the wine on Thomas' chest and around him as fake blood.

„Dylan," Thomas grabbed his hand when Dylan lened above him. „I love you," he said and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

„I love you too, we will survive," Dylan leaned down and brushed Thomas' lips with his, than he hid the broken wine bottle in the shelf and stood there waiting.

The silence was cut through footsteps, and Dylan saw legs in black boots around the basemet windows. The door from the hotel side was opened and two man in black, and in masks went inside.

„His dead, killed by Arrow!" shouted one and Dylan turned to them.

A second leter he felt his heart sinking, when a man in his fourties with dark tanned skin and a black beard walked inside.

„Arrow," he said and his eyes glanced.

„You can leave Mark, I killed the target," Dylan tried to clam his voice down.

„I knew you will be yourself again son," Mark smiled. „Let the benefactor know the target is dead. Killed by Arrow," Mark pointed at one of his men, and the guy walked out of the basement.

„I'm not shering the price money so leave," said Dylan.

He felt hate, and pain. He had killed Latya and Mark was the only parent he had left, but there was Thomas. Thomas who nedded to be saved. Who gave him everything.

Dylan shivered.

„We can split the price money son, I'll let Latya know I found you, she will be so happy to see you again," Mark approached him and Dylan grabbed the cold guns in his jeans.

„It's my price money," Dylan clenched his teeth.

„Ok, you're right son," Mark stepped closer. „I just need to check if he's really dead," he looked at Thomas.

„Don't you see it?" Dylan raised his voice.

He closed his eyes for a second concentrating on all targets around him, they were like Zero's flies, he had one bullet for each, he couldn't miss any.

For Thomas, he whispered in his head.

„I won't ever work with you again Mark, you're a dog!" Dylan emphasised the last word and in this moment Thomas moved up from the floor.

All the guys in the room were so shocked, they needed a few seconds to process what had already happened and Dylan nedded this few seconds of advantage, as he took his guns out, right after he had said the last word, and shot taking bothe men down and hiding behind the shelf while his next bullet sliced Mark's barin. The guys around the windows feel on the grass and shot, but he just hit them with perfect bullets. He saw that Thomas reached the armoured wardrobe and closed the door, and Dylan took a breath. Seven men run into the basement and they stopped in horror seeing Mark's dead, but Dylan just shot the first three before they started to fight beack. They fired and the wine bottles split into pieces, the wine flying on the basement floor like blood. Dylan put new bullets in and jumped out of the shelves, he shoot one of the guys. The second one appeard behind him and he rolled over the floor, his white shirt soaking in with wine. He hit the man whit another shoot and moved around the next shelf. He heard the heavy breaths of the two last assassins. Thye run to the door and the first one fell down reached by Dylan's bullet, but the second managed to escape.

Dylan run to the wardrobe and hammered on it.

„Open it's me!" he shouted and Thomas opened the door.

He had a scared face an cired out puppy eyes.

„You're alive," he said with a unnaturally hing voice.

„We need to run," Dylan grabbed his hand and Thomas run after him.

Thomas nearly screamed seeing the dead bodies on the foor but he looked away and followed Dylan up the corridor to the second back door of the basement. They reached the outer space and run into the plam trees.

„The helicopter," whisperd Thomas looking up in horror.

The machine was circling above the hotel garden and putting the bushes and palm trees into a wind.

„Stay here!" Dylan left Thomas behind a tree and run to the open space.

The helicoper was right above the glittering lit up pool and three other assassins were runing this way. Dylan concentrated on the propeller and jumped out of the bushed shooting the popeller, and the tank of the helicopter. The guys stopped in horror seeing the machine crushing into the pool. Dylan run into the jungle and grabbed Thomas.

„Run, run!" he shouted when both sprinted between the trees while the helicopter exploded behind them lighting the night up.

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