Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

Final Goodbye

Thomas's pov

"What was all that about, back there?" I asked, staring across the street at the very tall building.
"All what about?" Dylan asked, getting his gun ready.
"Your little talk with Cait... the whole, 'if I don't make it back' speech."
"Since when do any of our plans go right? It's just, we always seem to lose someone, and if it was me, I'd just want her to know that." I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.
"It's time," Will said, cocking his gun. "We need to move, now." He hopped out of the car and grabbed his bag, starting to walk over to the building, not even waiting for us. Dylan and I quickly jumped up and followed him. I held my gun tightly in my hand as I followed thr 2 of them into the building. It was nothing like I had expected, the very first room was a large lobby looking area, but it was completely deserted. In the middle of the roomn there was a large marble staircase, assending to the second floor.
"Where is everyone?" Dylan whispered.
"I don't know..." I replied. We headed upstairs, following behind Will. We walked all the way up to the top floor, finding absolutely no one.
"What the hell," Dylan said, putting his gun in his holster. He walked over to a desk and picked up a file.
"What is it?" I asked, looking over his shoulder.
"It looks like some kind of flight plans... it says they're shipping something off in... 3 minutes," he checked the clock on the wall.
"Maybe this is their airport kind of place," Will suggested. "Let's check the roof." I walked over to a door and busted the lock, opening it and finding another flight of stairs. We ran up, opening the last door and coming out of the roof. There was nothing there at all.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked. "Did they find out the plan somehow?"
"You could say that..." Will replied, closing the roof door and locking it. "For some reason, you two seem to be the biggest pain in the ass for our company, so naturally, Nick wants you eliminated. He set this whole thing up."
"Will, what are you talking about?" Dylan asked, standing next to me.
"You really haven't seen it yet, have you?" He laughed. "Your stupid sister was on to me, I could tell. But you, you'd never have figured it out..." he pointed his gun at Dylan and I stepped infront of him, like some sort of a reflex. I reached for my gun, but Dylan stopped me.
"Dont," he whispered. "Why are you working with them, Will? We were your friends..."
"After Annika died, and you all just stood there doin nothing, I couldn't care less what happened to any of you. So, Nick and Depp offered me a deal, give them information and get revenge on you assholes."
"They were the ones that put a bullet in her head!" I argued. Will just shook his head and smirked.
"No. No, it was Caitlyn's fault. Your little girlfriend ran and told Nick we came back and you all backed her up! She should have been killed for what she did, and you just kept her in the loop! Held her up like she was the prize ally. So now, now it's my turn to get revenge. Make her realize how much it hurts to know someone you love is dead. Make her feel that unimaginable pain ripping through you, day after day." At some point, Dylan and I had backed up on to the edge of the roof. I glanced down behind us and saw the at least 8 story drop.
"You don't have to do this, Will," Dylan said stepping up, holding his hand out infront of him. "You're our friend, and we don't turn on our friends..." I reached behind myself, gripping my gun in my hand as Will was distracted.
"Tell that to Annika.. when you join her." At the exact same moment, I pulled my gun out and pointed it right at Will's chest, firing. There was another gunshot the moment before the bullet hit him, and suddenly Dylan was falling backwards, over the side of the roof. I dropped my gun and jumped forward, catching him by the hand and stopping him from falling. There was blood dripping from the shoulder of his other arm. His hand was sweaty and slipping from my grip as I tried to yank him up.
"Don't let go!" I shouted, getting a better grip. "Dylan, I need your other hand!" He groaned as he tried to reach up, not able to move it
"Thomas," he said weakly, looking up at me. "Tell my sister..."
"What? No, what are you talking about?"
"Take care of my sister, and the baby..." I looked him in the eyes, not seeing fear or panic, but sincerity and kindness. His hand was slowly slipping from my grip, but suddenly, he just completely let go, plummeting towards the earth as I yelled after him. I watched as he smacked the ground below, landing on a car and completely tearing it apart. A loud car alarm sounded, and I just stared down at Dylan, who lay there, completely motionless. I felt some tears rush down my cheeks and I let out a deep shakey breath before falling backwards and taking a seat on the ground. I looked over and saw Will laying on the ground where I shot him, completely still. He killed him.. he killed Dylan, my girlfriend's brother, my best friend! I put my head in my hands and screamed. How was I supposed to tell anyone? How was I supposed to explain to Caitlyn that her older brother was dead? I looked up, tears falling from my eyes and saw black smoke rising in the distance. They did it... they set it on fire. I took a deep shakey breath and stood up, grabbing the gun I had dropped and started running downstairs, wiping my prints off of the gun. I had to set this up, make it look like I wasn't here, before the cops arrive. I walked out the front of the building and ran over to Dylan who had blood covering him, peices of glass sticking out of his skin. I let out a breath and felt for a pulse, hoping against all odds that he may have survived. I didn't feel anything at all, and he wasn't breathing... he was dead. I sighed and grabbed his gun from him, before putting my own gun in his hands. This way it looked like they shot eachother... I took one more look at Dylan, hearing sirens wailing in the distance coming closer, before I ran over to the car. I hopped in and drove away as quickly as possible, heading back towards the bunker. I didn't know what to do, I was still crying. I pulled the car over onto the side of the road, parking and getting out. I paced back and forth, trying to settle my nerves. I groaned and picked up a rock, throwing it as far as I could into the open feild. He was gone. I kept throwing rocks until I couldn't find anymore. I groaned and fell to the ground, leaning against the car and putting my head in my hands again, just letting my tears fall. I don't care if it didn't count as "manly". I just watched someone that I trusted murder my best friend... and now, I had to go back and tell the woman that I was in love with that it was my fault her brother is dead... because it was... it's all my fault.