An eventful night

Chapter 2

"What are you doing here!" was the first thing that came out of her mouth. She was so surprised seeing him here. Shouldn't he be in a prison cell back at Mason Industries or at Rittenhouse?
"Surprised?" was all he said staring at her with a stern look on his face.
"Y-yes. Well..."
"I think we should leave this place," Flynn spoke while he was scanning the surroundings. Checking if there was someone watching them.
"I...I can't. My sister. She came here with me."
"She will be fine. I am sure she is having some fun with a young man on the dance floor." While he said that she could hear some sarcasm and annoyance in his voice.
"I need to talk to her," Lucy repeated. She wanted to make him understand that she wouldn't be leaving this place before she had the opportunity to say her goodbyes to Amy.
Flynn wasn't feeling comfortable with that but either way he agreed to her condition. "Alright but I am coming with you. Just in case you change your mind." She just nodded and wanted to go back to the dance floor when she lost her balance. If it weren't for Flynn she would have fallen on the floor but he caught her the moment she began swaying. Lucy automatically put her arms around his neck. Her head resting on his chest to gain back some balance, her eyes closed. The instant she noticed his hands on her hips she felt something tingling inside of her. A feeling that she never felt before. Something intimate. Like they knew each other. Like he would protect her. She would be save as long as she would be near him. It took her some time to regain her composure. When she opened her eyes and looked up she saw worry in his gray-blueish eyes.
"I am sorry," she said and straightened up. His hands still on her hips. When she nodded to him that she was okay, he eventually let go of her. His eyes checking her every move.
When she entered the main dance floor she was searching for Amy but without success. The flashing light didn't make it any easier for her. How she wished she were sober in that moment. Her head was spinning the longer she was in that room. At least she knew that Flynn was right behind her. It took her a few minutes when she found a young woman looking like her sister, dancing with a man just in the middle of the dance floor. She went straight to the couple when she noticed just about three meters away from them that the woman wasn't Amy. Lucy stopped in the middle of the dancing crowd and turned to see Garcia Flynn next to her also searching for her sister. "You said that you have seen her with another man. Where did you see her?" Lucy almost yelled so that he could hear her. He just shook his head. Although he was quiet tall he didn't see Amy either. "I didn't say that I saw her. I just said that she might be dancing with a young man. Maybe she went outside to get some air."
"Or maybe she is searching for me. We have to find her," Lucy said with slight panic in her voice. The effect of the alcohol slowly vanishing. She turned around and walked to the other side of the room, desperately looking for her sister. Flynn must have noticed the growing tension inside her that he took her by her shoulders, turned her around so that she was facing him and looked straight into her eyes. "We will find her alright. I am going to help you but you need to calm down, Lucy."
"But I need to find her. What if something happened to her? What if someone kidnapped her? Does it really have to be now?"
"No one kidnapped her, Lucy. She will be alright, okay. We check the entrance first and then work our way through the club, alright? I am going be right here by your side." His voice was calming her down and somehow comforting her.
Lucy smiled slightly and nodded.
"Okay, then let's go and find your sister." With that they went to the entrance keeping an eye on the people passing by. Just when the two of them reached the door Lucy found Amy in the corner talking to two men. Lucy had never seen them before. The three of them were arguing about something when she felt Flynns hand stopping her abruptly. She looked up to him to see that he watched them wide-eyed. Something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" she asked him but didn't get an answer. "Flynn?"
Her sister had just noticed them, when the two men turned around. They didn't look like men going out to have some fun. Quiet the opposite. They looked like two agents from Mason Industries with their dark suits and serious faces.
"Rittenhouse," she heard Flynn saying.
"What?"
"We need to leave," he urged her to come with him by pulling at her arm towards the exit.
"Wh-what? Why? How do you know it's them?" When Lucy looked back to Amy and her companions, she knew that Flynn was right. The look on the men's faces was saying everything. They were walking towards them when Flynn took Lucy's hand pulling her with him with more
force. She had to almost run to keep up with him. They pushed through the crowd when they finally exited the club. Running down the streets away from the club she heard Amy yelling her name but she just kept running away from them. Lucy turned her head to look back at them, when she noticed the two men pointing their guns at them.
"They have guns!" was the only thing that came out of her mouth. Of course Flynn must have known that they were armed. The next moment she just heard gun shots from behind them. It made her run even faster when they ran around the corner. In the next moment Flynn pushed her inside a car, then took the driver's seat and started the ignition. They drove off as fast as possible. It took several minutes until Flynn slowed down a little.
The whole situation went by so fast that Lucy needed to digest everything that had just happened.
"How did they know that you were there? Why were those men talking to Amy? And who the hell were they?"
Flynn concentrated on the street in front of them when he just shook his head. "They already knew," was everything he said.
Lucy looked at him with a questionable look in her face. "What do you mean by that?"
"Your sister is also part of Rittenhouse. They were keeping an eye on you. The moment I escaped their prison, Rittenhouse sent his guards to watch out for me. They knew, that I would come for you, damn it." The last sentence he said with such anger that she almost jumped.
"I should have known that. How could I be so foolish for gods sake."
She looked at him as he got angry at himself. "We are fine now," she tried to calm him down.
"Yes, but they almost caught us. Just because I didn't think this through." He shook his head and avoided to look at her. She noticed how he grimaced the next moment. Something was wrong. When he looked down at his abdomen she followed his gaze and was shocked when she saw blood on his white shirt.
"Oh my god. Flynn, you are bleeding," she exclaimed and unfastened her seat belt to get a better look at the wound.
"I am fine," he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"No, you are not fine, Flynn. You are shot, damn it." She put her hand on the wound, when she heard him hiss. She looked at the back seat and found a shirt which she used to stop the bleeding as much as she could. "We need to get you to a doctor, Flynn. You are loosing too much blood."
"We need to get to safety first. The warehouse isn't that far away from here. Then we can concentrate on less important things."
"Ah okay. So you keep driving with that wound and I just wait until you lose consciousness and then take care of it. For christ's sake, Flynn. At least let me take care of it while you are driving. I can at least try to make the bleeding stop somehow."
A couple of seconds passed by while he was thinking it through. He realized that he wasn't feeling well with each passing minute."Okay," he agreed quietly. She was glad that she convinced him and held the shirt over his wound. Putting some pressure on it. "We need to get out of town. It isn't save here right now. I don't know what Rittenhouse is up to next."
"How long will it take?"
"Not long. A couple of minutes maybe," he lied. He knew that they would need more than just a couple of minutes but his first priority was to get her into safety. She nodded in agreement while holding the shirt on his wound. It got soaked with more blood when they stopped the car almost twenty minutes later in the middle of nowhere right in front of the warehouse he was talking about. Just the street lights made it possible to see something. Flynn turned off the car when he looked at her. "We are here," was everything he said.
Both of them stepped out of the car and went inside the house without saying a word. There wasn't much inside except a table with four chairs in the middle, a couch on one side of the house and a small kitchen next to it. And of course the lifeboat at the far end of the room. Lucy looked around and checked the location while walking further inside. It felt cold but still kind of comfortable. As if she had been here before but she was pretty sure she hadn't been. Just as she reached the table she turned around to look at Flynn. He was still standing at the entrance, his face paler than usual, one hand on the wound. He was getting weaker with each second. She immediately ran back to him and walked him to the couch. As soon as he was laying on the couch she looked for everything that could help her close the wound.
"Do you have anything that can help me take out the bullet?" she asked him while collecting towels, a bowl with water and bandages.
"There should be something in the drawer on the left side of the kitchen sink."
Lucy followed his instructions but didn't find anything. "No it isn't in here." She turned around the next moment to see that he was almost falling asleep. "Flynn!" she yelled and ran back to him. Just as she reached him she saw the blood on the couch. "The bullet must have gone right through you," she supposed. At least she didn't have to worry about getting the bullet out his body anymore. She shook him to keep him awake. His eyes opened again weakly. Lucy kneeled down next to him and opened his shirt. "Okay, Flynn. You need to stay awake. Do you hear me?" He just nodded and tried to concentrate on her. She slightly blushed when she felt his gaze fixed on her. "Okay then. Let's do this." Lucy took a deep breath then set to work on the wound. She never thought that one day she would have to take care of a wound. And especially not taking care of Flynn. She almost had to laugh when she thought about everything that just happened. It also made her want to cry either. First her parents lied to her about who she was, who they were. Her job wasn't what she thought she was working for. The man whom she thought would be her enemy came out to be the only one she could rely on, whom she could trust although she was the reason why he got arrested in the first place. And now he was laying here in front of her soaked in his own blood. And Amy was working with Rittenhouse as well. She pushed the thought to the back of her head and concentrated on the task at hand. The whole time Flynn was staring at her. It seemed as if she were the one keeping him alive.
Not long after fixing the bandages on his wounds she looked back up in his eyes. A small smile was planted on his face. "I am finished," she said, washing her blooded hands.
"Thank you," he flustered weakly. His eyes just mere inches open.
"You are welcome." Lucy stood up, packing all the things away. "You should get some rest." He nodded in agreement and closed his eyes. Within seconds he fell in a deep slumber, not waking up until the next morning.