Unwanted Touch

Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Gunshots and Gritted Teeth

I watch the man in casual uniform step into the elevator.

I'm no ninja or secret agent, but I thought that hiding on the roof of the elevator was a pretty good idea.

He looks around the elevator and is about to leave when I drop down onto him, wrapping my arms and legs around him as tight as I can. While he is still confused, I reach for the gun which is holstered on his belt. The elevator doors have closed before any one else could notice us fighting.

I get a grip on the gun and push off the man, sending him stumbling forward and me back against the opposite wall.

"Put your hands up." I aim the gun at him in my trembling hands.

I've always wanted to say that.

He turns around to face me, his arms in the air in surrender.

"Take off your clothes." I instruct him with a stern expression.

"Excuse me?" He frowns.

"You heard me. Take your shirt off, and chuck your belt and holster to me."

He hesitates, before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I realize he probably knows I have abilities, but doesn't know exactly what. I could be a mind reader for all he knew, so I guess he wouldn't want to make any moves against someone so powerful.

He chucks his brown uniform shirt at my feet and unbuckles his belt. Still aiming the gun at him, I awkwardly try to slip on the shirt over my clothes.

"Damn this thing," I curse and lower my arm so I can put the shirt on properly.

In seconds, the man is charging at me and knocks the gun away. He grabs at my neck to choke me, but I grab his arm with my hand. He shudders slightly before blacking out and collapsing onto me.

"I didn't want to have to do that." I say as I push him off and onto the floor.

I finish doing up the shirt and then lean down to slide the belt from his trouser loops. I holster the gun and wriggle the weight around my waist until its comfortable. I take the black cap from his head and place it low on my brow.

I shift his body to alongside the doors where it won't be seen before squaring up to exit the elevator. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, then rub my sweaty palms on my jeans.

I press the button to open the doors.

I step out into a large industrial shed. I turn back to watch the elevator doors close, and see that there is a large pentagon shape engraved on them. I turn back and quickly scan for the way out. I see large, sliding shed doors and start walking quickly towards them while keeping my head low.

I can smell oil and metal but stop to take it in as I get closer and closer to the doors. Closer and closer to freedom. There are workers scattered around the shed, all focused on some bit of machinery.

A large hand caps my shoulder, bringing me to an immediate stop. My heart races as I turn to face an older woman with blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She wears blue overalls and a red cap.

"Can I help you?" She asks, examining my face intently.

"No thank you." I reply bluntly.

"Are you sure?" She asks again.

She seems like a normal construction worker, until I glance down at the small logo stitched on her overalls. It's a pentagon.

Without thinking it through, I grip onto her neck with my hand and focus my powers. Her eyes roll in her head and she drops like a fly.