Subvert

The Underground

I arrived at my designated location. A green door is infront of me, opening it leads me downstairs. I can hear generators generating electricity, making a lot of noise. I turn to the left and go down the stairs at a fast pace. I see a woman standing there, her face matching the description and photo. I walk up to her and pull out her photo, which was resting right next to the holstered .22 Ruger. I showed it to her and asked: "Where can I find her?"
"You must be a special kinda stupid, love. That's me on the photo." She said, to which I replied: "Good, just wanted to make sure-" cutting myself off I pull out the snub, pulling the hammer back and swiftly pointing it at her head. I rip the trigger back and blast a hole into her head, making her fall onto her back. The gunshot echoes throughout the sewers, and suddenly screams are followed. Battlecries of militants and vigilantes are heard from the corridors. Out of one of the corridors appear guns. They fire all at once....

I cower down as gunfire is heard from close, three fully geared up men are shooting at me from the corridor connecting the sewers. I loot the woman's body and pull out her Colt Python. I hear a faint "Reload!" as my senses are starting to fade. My vision turning red, my hearing going bad. I was fueled with rage as I jumped up from behind the oildrums. Aiming at the first guy, I pulled the trigger, shooting him in the lungs. He collapses, choking on blood as he slides down the wall. "They got Halem! They got Halem!" I hear being screamed, my gun turning to the man that was yelling. I pull the trigger again, sending a bullet into his head, making the yelling go silent.

The bullet casing hits the floor, and silence ensues. I slowly walk toward the corridor and take cover. I know someone's waiting. My hearing is pinpoint because of the adrenaline being pumped into my veins. I jump out and strike, hitting him over the head with the Colt's barrel, stunning him. I grab him by the arm and turn him around, wrapping my arm around his throat and holding him as a shield. I move back a bit and bend down, grabbing an AK74 from the floor and aiming it at the voices.

Suddenly three men armed with a variety of melee weaponry run out, bats, knives and pipes. No use for my gun, since I ripped the trigger back and filled them with lead. I hear a final voice though, cocking back a pistol as his footsteps are getting closer. I charge at the unknown and to my surprise, he crossed me. I forced my human shield onto him and made them both fall to the floor.

I stepped back and took aim, firing at them and killing them on the spot...

I look around myself, all this for just one woman. For money. Am I even the good guy? I am a criminal, but what does that mean nowadays. Anyone is a criminal according to the Combine. Killing someone and resisting arrest have the same punishment. Execution at gunpoint. So yes, I am a criminal. I killed these people for my own greed, but not only for that. Killing her, giving the guns to Shaky. Soon, we all will be armed to fight back.

I want to start a revolution, yet I have no money. And revolutions, my friend, are ran on money.