Unity

Chapter Four

Right when I saw Jack fall to the ground, I spun around to see who had shot him with my pistol ready. There stood the lone trench coated man with his black fedora. "I was wondering where the hell you went." He said, pistol raised at my head. He noticed my gun was at my side, still raised. "I recommend you put that down." I smile. I had to adjust the gun a little to aim at him. I could tell he noticed this because he fires, and the bullet goes flying, and I couldnt tell where it went. I fire a couple of shots, most of which hit the man in the torso. The man falls backwards into the disc generator, his back slamming into it. Right when he hit it, his back was ripped to shreds, his backbone ripping out from his body and flying upwards. He let out a brief yell before the rest of his body collided with the generator. Body parts flew in all directions. His lower arm flew towards me which I had to dodge. It hits a wall, leaving a bloody mark like if you smacked a mosquito which had already drained your blood. Those bloody marks they leave always had disgusted me. The man dying, though, was a different story. I only knew him for a few seconds and I learned to hate him, maybe part of the reason was because he shot Jack.

That's when I felt a sharp pain in my chest, just below my rib cage. I grip my wound, my hand blocking the blood trying to clog the wound. "Fuck..." I said before I fell on the ground. Finally, Jack said something. "Logan?" He said in a faint voice. I didn't bother saying anything. Not because I couldn't, because I didn't feel like it. I looked over at Jack, who was struggling to stand up. "Jack..." I said. Jack wasn't listening. He kept trying to stand up. "Godammit Jack, listen!" He stopped and looked at me. A small puddle of blood showed where Jack had been laying. "Look..." I said. "Just continue the fucking mission, then we can pay for medical care." Jack finally got up. He picked up the pistol, he had dropped when he was shot, and holstered it. "Not a chance, Logan." He said. He grabbed something out of his pocket.

It was a small bandage. He limped over and kneeled over me. He lifted my shirt and looked at the wound. "Your lucky." Jack said. "Bullet went through clean." He then grabbed another bandage from his pocket. He bandaged the entrance wound, and told me to roll over. I felt like I was getting vaccinated at some sort of hospital. He then grabbed a syringe out of his pocket and told me it was a painkiller. I nodded, eager to get the pain away. He injected me with it, and in a matter of seconds the pain faded away. "There ya go." Jack said. "Let's get out of here before we have the whole New Order firing on us." I nod again. I start helping myself up, grabbing my own fallen pistol and limping towards the doorway. Sure enough, I turned the corner and there were soldiers there running down the hall. Jack looks at me, puzzled about why I turned around. Regardless, he followed me. On the other side of the generator room, there was another doorway, probably leading to another hallway.

When we got to the door, it opened automaticity into a hallway. On one end, there were soldiers rushing towards us. On the other, there was another automatic door at the end of the hallway. We all know the option Jack and I chose. We turned away from the soldiers and started running as fast as we could. Soldiers opened fire and bullets flew past my head. I could hear Jack shouting at the top of his lungs some random gibberish. "Shut the fuck up, Jack!" I yell over the gunfire. "Run!" He could clearly hear what I was saying, because right after I said that he limped past me as fast as he could like it was some sort of race. The race of death, anyways. We had almost reached the end of the hallway when I felt a bullet hit my right arm. I kept running anyways. If I have up now, who knows what they would do.

We finally made it to the doorway and the door opened for us, as if offering us sanctuary. We ran right past the door and it shuts behind us. We enter a room full of furniture. A green carpet lay on the floor, and on it was a wooden table, stretching almost all the way down the room. The place was obviously a meeting room. Jack and I catch our breaths. "They will be on us at any second." I said. Jack nodded and cursed. I gripped my arm. I was too busy thinking about escaping the place that I forgot the whole reason we were here. The mission. We need that information. "Jack!" I yelled. "Search for the info! I will hold the bastards off while you search, go!" I yell. Even though it wasn't necessary, I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Alright! Cover me!" He yelled back, looking through shelves and containers scattered throughout the room. I raise my pistol with my left hand. My right arm felt numb and I banged it against a wall to keep me from blacking out. Suddenly, the sharp pain in my chest started aching again, as if it wanted attention. I cursed, and peaked around the door, triggering the automatic door. Soldiers were almost at our position and noticed the door open. They got into fighting stances and fired. I closed the automatic door and heard the pounding of bullets hitting the door like heavy rain. I looked back at Jack, who was still searching. "Dammit, Jack!" I yelled. "There aren't that many shelves in here!" Jack moaned and yelled back. "Let me work!" I sigh and peaked around the doorway again.

More bullets sprayed through the doorway, some almost hitting Jack. "Keep it down, will ya?" He yelled. The door closed. This time, I was getting ready to kill. I aimed at the doorway, triggering the door. I fired blindly through the doorway, and heard a shriek and a loud thump. I ducked back and the door closed. I waited a few seconds, then struck again, but hitting nothing this time. I needed to be more effective, so this time I was going to look where I was firing, which required stepping out of cover. "Nothing to lose." I thought to myself. No family, no friends. Except maybe Toby, but he might be dead by now. If I die, Jack will be dead in a matter of seconds. A goddamn nursery rhyme kept cycling through my head. "Small world after all..." I yell at the top of my lungs. I felt like I was high on drugs or something. It was now or nothing. I jumped out of cover, triggering the door. The door opened, and I fired pistol rounds into some soldiers. Some soldiers scrabbled for cover, others fired. Two bullets hit me, one in the shoulder and one in the chest right next to my other wound. Even though the bullets hit, they didn't even hurt one bit. I guess Jack's painkiller was still in effect. I started feeling myself fall. Right when I ducked back into cover, Jack yelled. "Found it! Let's get the fuck out of here!" He ran over to me and noticed the various rips in my shirt. Then I fall completely on the ground, my pistol still in my hand.

"Shit!" He yelled. He grabbed my by the collar and dragged me. I hadn't blacked out yet, luckily. Black out now and I'm done for. Jack grabbed the syringe from his pocket and injected himself with it. He growled like a dog. I guess a painkiller is a drug, right? Maybe I am high. Goddamnit. I'm not feeling myself. I could feel my lunch start crawling up my throat. I'm going to be sick. Fuck. I roll over with the last of my energy and look up at Jack, who was at the doorway ready to ambush the soldiers. I see him turn the corner and fire a couple of rounds just moments before falling on the ground next to me. I continue staring at him, and his eyes were closed, as if they were sealed shut by a lock or something. Everything was getting colder and dark. Soldiers burst into the room and start searching the area. One kneels down next to Jack and I. He could see my eyes were still open and stared into them. He had one cold, dark stare. He started speaking to me. "I would have enjoyed your death even more with tests, but this is what I'm doing now." He said, taking out a knife and raising it above my head. "At least this will give me some satisfaction." He said. I closed my eyes and took one breath.