Chapter 21

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"Sam," I say while we run, "they're fast. We need to get out of here!"

"You think I don't know that?! I'm trying here Ella."

"Sergeant!" We hear a booming voice behind us. "Surrender now! This doesn't have to be ugly!" The voice is quickly getting louder.

Sam doesn't respond. He starts to run faster. We take a few more turns until we hit a dead end. We hear them gaining on us. I guess this is it. Goodbye, life.

Sam puts his arm out in front of me, pushing me behind him. He's breathing heavily. He pulls a gun out of the rim of his black skinny jeans. How many guns does this guy have? He dropped his other one when he threw off his belt. He holds it out in front of him.

"Stay behind me, El." His voice is shaky. "I'm so sorry I got you into this. I'm so so sorry El." He sounds like he's about to cry.

"It's okay, Sam." I put my hand on his shoulder. "You protected me when you weren't supposed to, you looked out for me when you could've been doing something else, and you stayed with me when I had no one. You saved me, Sam, and for that I am forever grateful."

He turns around in shock, puts his hands on my cheeks, and presses his lips to mine. He pulls back. "I should have done that way earlier." He grins and turns back around.

He just kissed me. Sam, the one who is supposed to kill people like me, just kissed me. I'm speechless. I'm pulled back into reality when I spot four armed Rebel Guards standing in front of us.

     "Drop your weapons! There are too many of us. You won't win." I flinch from the harshness in the man's voice. I see Sam slowly set his gun down into the shallow water. He raises his hands above his head and I do the same.

     "You," the man gestures to me. "Have any last words?"

     Do I have any last words? Wow, how thoughtful of you. I say nothing.

     "I have something to say." Sam speaks up. "You really should get those shoes cleaned." The Guard looks down at his shoes and that gives Sam just enough time to run up and knee him in the head. The Guard falls over. Sam picks up his gun and shoots three others. He stops before he shoots the fourth. The last Guard has his gun pointed to me.

     "You take another step I'll shoot her." My eyes feel like they are popping out of my skull. What is happening? I turn my head to Sam and his brows are furrowed as if this is the hardest decision he's ever had to make in his life. Maybe it is.

     "Okay, okay. I won't take another step. I'll just do this." Sam throws his gun as hard as he can at the Guard's head and the Guard falls over dead. Sam quickly runs to retrieve the weapon.

     "You okay?" He comes over to me and puts his hands on my neck. He tilts my head slightly as to check for any cuts or bruises.

     I smile, still trying to process how much of a badass he is. "I'm good."

     "Great. Let's keep moving." He grabs my hand this time--not my wrist--and continues to sprint down the tunnel. "Wait." He stops and runs back the way we came. Suddenly we're back by the dead Guards. Sam picks up one of their walkie talkies.

     "Major, sir." Sam disguises his voice by talking in a much deeper tone.

     "Nelson?" I hear Rodger's voice through the speaker.

     "Yep. It's me. Just called you to tell you we got 'em and we killed the Glorian."

     "Great. How bout Peterson?"

     "We had to shoot him, too. He was being very... uncooperative."

     "Ah what a shame. He was a good one. But I guess being good got him killed. Okay Sergeants. Meet me back at the Facility."

     "See you soon, Major."

     "One more thing, Peterson." Sam's eyes go wide. "Try to be better at impersonations. I know it's you. We're coming for you both. And this time, you won't get away."

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