All for you

Chapter 5

Leaving behind Nico's dead body, I decide to check out the room he was fiddling around in. I walk in to see the walls lined with lockers and racks. The racks have bulletproof Kevlar vests hung on them. I walk cautiously over to a locker and slowly open it. Inside this particular one is three large shotguns. I open the next one; three more slightly different models. I continue to search through the remaining lockers. Inside the others are pistols, semi automatics and rifles. Anyone with an appreciation for firearms would see this room as a shrine.

Under each locker sat a box with smaller coloured boxes inside; ammo. Luckily someone had made my job easier and inside the pistol locker there were stacks of fully loaded magazines. Despite their large gun collection, most of their pistols were the same brand so I didn't have to worry about magazines not fitting.

I swapped out the larger, heavier gun for a smaller model to match the one I had already. I filled my pockets with magazines and resumed my escape out of the building, continuing back toward the left side corridor.

I press myself against the wall at the corner and again can hear voices. Some sound like the same ones that ran out the exit doors. I ready both guns and poke my head around the corner. No one there yet. I make a quick dash to where they were congregated before and hide at the corner of the open room.

I can barely grip the handle of the gun and sweat pours down me. I'm dropping beads of sweat off my forehead, it has soaked my shirt and is running down my chest to become a typical girl problem; boob sweat. Frustrated and scared, I whisper to myself , "Yvan would be so turned on right now." I chuckle forgetting the seriousness of the situation for a blissful moment.

The voices grow closer and I wipe my hands on my pants before firmly re-gripping the gun and placing my finger readily on the trigger. I listen closely. Sounds like four men. My chances of taking all four out without getting myself injured or killed is pretty slim but I don't really know how else to do this.

I very slowly extend my head around the corner and see nothing but another corner leading to another corridor. I was starting to think that this was just a maze and not a safe house.

I make a stupid decision and run to the next corner. Poking my head around that corner, I confirm my earlier estimate; four men. One has a shotgun, another a semi-auto and the other two pistols. One shot from any of those and I could be dead instantly or bleed out in less than a few minutes.

A set of footsteps suddenly separate the group and grow close. I hold my breath praying that I don't have to kill anyone else. The sounds echoes louder and louder. I take a deep breath and a man walks around the corner. Before he can do anything I have pulled the trigger. The bullet flies trough his forehead and he drops to the ground.

"At least it was quick. He didn't feel anything. He's ok. He's gone. Dead. He didn't feel anything."
I try re-assuring myself but emotions overtake me. Regret, sadness, anger, redemption mixed with the adrenaline surge  through me.

My throats catches and in an effort to stay quiet, begins to ache. I feel tears behind my eyes beginning to brew. I want to scream, louder than ever. Not a girly squeal but a roar. Like Deadpool when he mutates. (Insert that noise here).

It's only been three seconds since this guy dropped but to me the world has stopped. The only way I'm getting out of this is by winning and living.
"Fuck it."
I turn around the corner, a gun in each hand and start to shoot at the remaining three men. There is still one with a shotgun, one with a semi-auto and one with a pistol.

Pistol guy drops the ground. I think I shot him in the stomach. I enter a room full of tall wooden crates stacked in rows with gaps in between each box. I duck behind the closest one to the door.

I take aim and finish the injured guy. A shot kills him much like the other pistol guy. He lies motionless, eyes already glazed over. His pool of blood grows slowly.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"No idea. Where was she last?"

"I don't know. Near the door I think."

These two guys sound petrified but I know that no one will walk out of this quietly or with a handshake and a deal.