"You think this is it?" Said a one of the guards. All three of them puzzled around the symbol.
"I don't know what it is, but report in, we can't take risks."
One of the three guards took a few steps back and pulled out a radio.
"Nous pensons que nous l'avons trouvé."
"What did he say?" I whispered to my sister.
"They think they found it," she said. "And they're right."
She pulled my shoulder back to face her.
"I'l cause a distraction while you take them out."
I nodded my head and soon enough she jumped off the side of the building. I waited the sign from my sister.
"Help." I looked to my left to see Marie with her arm holding her stomach. One of the guards walked over.
"What?!" He barked.
"Please I've been shot."
The man bent down to her.
"Where is the wound?"
I saw my sister suddenly take out a blade and stabbed the man in the neck.
Now was the time to strike. I jumped over the small wall and slid down the wall.
"Hey!" One of the guards yelled as he pointed his baton at me while the other guard pointing his at Marie. I ran towards the guard and immediately went for his weapon but these guards were like no other and he was able to deflect my hand and hit me in the head. A strong force hit my head and I stumbled backwards.
"I've waited a long time for some action." He said. I jumped on him and took to the ground and slamming my hand into his neck. I looked over at my sister who was getting beaten by the guard and his baton. I was about to run over to him when a shot fired and the guard fell to the ground. I looked behind me and saw a man in the same white hoodie as me and Marie with a pistol. It was Frankie.
"Your late.""Who were they?" Marie asked Frankie.
"The fall guard, there an elite force who take on secret missions for madam Valour personally. They are highly skilled sand take on the more serious missions." He replied as he made his way through the concrete gap below the blue flame. I followed home through it and there we were in the runners headquarters.
"Welcome home."
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