Running To The Gang

Thirty One

As the day arrived, instead of chaos, everyone was calm, except me. I was full blown freaking out. Every single what if was running through my mind, every scenario I could conjure up.

It was nearing 4 in the afternoon, and all I had done was fret since the moment I woke up. I decided to go and take a quick shower, then groaned as I remembered they were communal. I continued walking anyway, knowing it would help me relax. I'll just put a sign on the door.

I crossed the big hall and entered the corridor until I reached my room. Inside I grabbed a change of clothes, noticing how many items were missing. Thanks Holland. I left after I'd scribbled down a note.

I was nearly at the showers when someone stopped me.

"Rebecca." I sneered, before schooling my emotions and turned around to face him.

"Sebastian." I acknowledged, albeit reluctantly.

"I just wanted to apologize for everything I ever did to you. I know it won't bring Kyle back-" I cut him off, already done with his half hearted 'apology'

"Your right, it won't bring Kyle back, because he's dead. You killed him, and-" This time he cut me off.

"Who ever said I killed him?" I gave him an are you fucking serious? look, but he continued speaking." You never actually saw me use the gun. Hunter had a gun, but he ran off before anyone saw him. It was his idea, so why would I be the one to act it out?" He asked, but I was too shocked to speak.

"But it's okay, I'll apologize for his mistakes as well." He said, before receding back down the corridor.

I stood there for minutes, thinking over what he said, before I angrilly slapped the note on the door and went to have my shower. It didn't help me relax, or calm me down.

***

I anxiously sat in my seat, in between Orion and Keenan. Zamon was on keenans left, then next to him sat Adam, then Jack on Orion's right. It was nearly 7, and since they were offline, we had no idea when they'd show up. We could be here for hours. I took comfort in knowing there was a gun under the table, and knives strapped to the chair. I'd sussed it out as soon as I sat down.

"Rebecca, swap seats with me." Keenan whispered.

"Why?"

"So I can talk to Orion, I wanna apologize. Incase things go bad tonight, I want him to know that I'm sorry about Steph." I felt sorry for him, so I swapped immediately.

I fidgeted my fingers, and went to touch the gun under the table in my new spot, before Zamon stopped me.

"Stop moving. Your making us all nervous." He said, staring at my hands. I sighed and put the on the table, prompting my chin up on my open palm. Instead I felt for the little intercom speaker in my ear. Everyone at this table had one. On the other end was JJ. He was going to inform us when they entered town. He had every camera in a mile radius pulled up, monitoring and watching, waiting.

After another half an hour, his voice crackled through the line.

"They're on the outskirts of the town, coming the back way. They'll be there in two minutes and eleven seconds. Get ready." My stomach clenched in anxiety.

Zamon stood, making the hall fall silent, "Start preparing, they'll be here in 2 minutes. Whatever happens tonight, I'm proud to say that I'm leading you into this, so thank you to your commitment to this gang." He sat down after his announcement, and everyone went back to talking and laughing, to make it seem real.

"One minute." JJ reported.

Exactly a minute later, I'd counted, we heard the cars pull up. We all waited in trepidation, still talking about nothing, until Hunter and Hamish stumbled through the doors. Everyone went silent.

My eyes found Hunter's and hope bloomed in my heart. He was okay, he was alive. A second later, that hope dissipated. Hunter pushed Hamish towards a table, then took a step towards me, before collapsing to the floor. Then all hell broke lose.

"FBI! EVERYONE GET DOWN. REBECCA ROBINSON, YOUR UNDER ARREST. NOBODY MOVED." They  didn't expect us to actually listen, did they?

Almost immediately, everyone grabbed their weapons and started firing. At the same time as the 5 others, I reached for my gun under the table. I froze. There wasn't one in this spot. I quickly checked under the seat. I looked up just in time to see Keenan glance at me, before taking off. This was planned!

I reached for the gun under my jacket, as a hand yanked at my elbow. It was Zamon.

"No!" I yelled and tried to pull away, but then Adam was behind me, forcing me to follow Zamon.

"No! I have to help Hunter! Zamon, let me go! please let me go, Zamon! Adam! Please!" But he didn't listen, just continued running towards the corridor.

We neared the basement staircase, and I headed in the direction but Zamon clutched at my hand, pulling me back into place, just as the basement door flew off its hinges and a torrent of agents swarmed up the stairs.

We made it to the end of the corridor, where the staircase to Zamon's room was. As Zamon began the ascent, I realized Adam had stopped. He stood at the base of the stairs, facing back down the corridor. He looked up at me.

"Go you stupid little girl!" he snarled, before firing down the corridor. I didn't hesitate to listen. I didn't stop or look back when I heard him cry out in pain, I just kept going.

Zamon lead me into his bedroom, slamming the door closed behind me and locking the deadbolt. We both knew that wouldn't hold for long. We were trapped.

Zamon rushed to a door and disappeared inside, I followed. It was a walk in closet. I watched him yank coat hangers to the side, revealing a concealed door.

" Zamon, I have to go back, I can't just leave Hunter!" I pleaded once again, but he didn't listen, just pushed me through the door.

Lights flicked on when I entered, and I listened as Zamon closed and locked the door. The room was an Armory, showcasing thousands of weapons. I could hear the faint sound of banging. They were nearly into the bedroom. The sound spurred Zamon into action. He went to the island in the middle of the room, held up by metal panels with little holes  in them.

I watched as he pushed on the corner of the granite top, the triangle edge falling off to produce a small black button. Zamon pressed it just as there was a crash. They were inside.

One side panel swung open. Zamon put the triangle piece back, then ushered me into the dark space. He crawled in next to me, closing the panel behind him. Zamon squeezed passed me and disappeared into the darkness. I reluctantly followed.

The crawlspace led to a dimly lit tunnel. Zamon and I started running as the familiar sound of a door breaking reverberated through the shaft. My heart pounded in my ears as I clutched tightly at his hand. We were both breathing heavy, but we refused to stop.

Red lights appeared at the end of the tunnel. It was breaklights of a car. Zamon rushed to the drivers side, while I ran to the passenger side. Before I even had the door closed, Zamon slammed on the gas. Then we were gone.