Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

3.5 - The chip

About 10 minutes had gone since I left Michael and Calum to find Em and Jefer and honestly I think I am lost. Well, not lost like geographically, but I had no idea where the chip might be. Probably somewhere near Brad.

Like on him.

I looked down at the papers in my hand and pressed my back against nearest wall to keep out of sight.

Okay, so I was in the west wing and Brad's office isn't far away from where I stood right now. I let out a small sigh, rolled the papers in my hand and continued to walk along the dark hallways. The clock was almost 2:20 which meant that Ashton's post would be replaced and soon they'll notice that he's gone.

10 minutes to go.

I picked up my pace and began running down the hall until I saw a smaller white door to my left. Here it is. I placed my hand on the handle  and was about to push it open when I heard voices from inside, becoming stronger and stronger.

With a swing move I turned around and pressed my back against the wall behind the door. It was Brad.

"Make sure to guard every entrance. Hemmings will come sooner or later." Brad mumbled to someone and I smiled to myself. Too late sucker, we're already inside.

"Double the staff in the basement and third floor and put 3 guards on Emmy. She's a bit of trouble when it comes to doing something against her will." He said and I rolled my eyes. Right back at you.

Wait basement?

So Brad did not have the chip, but it's in the basement. Very carefully I unwrapped the documents once again and turned to the very last page and very well, what I saw shocked me. The basement was huge, like some kind of inventory. I should have known.

Without thinking I began running down the hallway with long steps. I didn't care if anyone heard me, I only had a solid 5 minutes until I had to be extra careful, so why waste time?

One stairs, two stairs and bam here I was. In front of a large door with a gigantic lock. I sighed for myself and pulled out my gun. I knew it would be a risk to shoot the locker down, but I didn't have any other choice.

I pulled the trigger and fired three times and as I thought the locker broke, but the gun also made a hell of noise.

They would be down here any minute now.

I pulled the handle and pressed the large door open and stepped inside the vault. At first it was dark, but a few lamps lighted up the large aisles with boxes places upon each other, going taller than myself.

I let out a sigh and began walking down the first aisle, the gun pressed against my thigh and I held it both both hands. Or should I say shaky hands maybe?

I was about to turn around the corner when I heard voices coming from outside the door.

Shit.

Without thinking, I ran to the very back, pulled out a few empty boxes and threw them into the aisle. I bend down and crawled in where the boxes were before.

I reached out and grabbed as many boxes as I could and placed them in front of me so I wasn't very visible.

Now only God could help me.