Save The Girl

Trained or Untrained?

Any mistakes will be fixed shortly. Enjoy.

~ Demi ~

     To say it felt freeing to disobey the rules was one thing. Experiencing it was on an entirely new level. Joe and I stood side by side, both in black tactical gear, his face never once facing me. He was angry. Once again I refused to heed his words and I lingered with Selena a little bit too long for his liking. He hadn't said a thing since Tyler had to command me to leave the cabin. I snickered at the thought.

     "Begin." Tyler instructed. We were standing in some makeshift dark room with small holes poked through the space for light. I was trying to stay positive and not suffocate due to the memory of the first time I went to Guadalajara. My stomach churned from the thought. I was going to be buried alive back then and yet here I was, trying to save the world from the menacing company I hadn't chose to work for. My feet carried me away from my friend, one part of the room looking just like the other. I ran my fingers against the wall, the curves leading me towards the back.

     "727, duck." I heard Joe mumble angrily. Whenever he was mad at me he wouldn't speak my name, as if calling me by my tag number was any better.

     "Stop acting like a child. I'm here aren't I?"

     "Duck!" He repeated. I did as was told before someone jumped out and began screaming at us. Joe had already dove towards me, his hands moving around the poorly lit space knocking whoever it was off their feet. He then pulled on my vest, dragging me behind to follow. I shoved his arm away, walking out the first door and into a large room with bright lights.

     "I've got this one." The space had different arsenal weapons lined up across a table. I quickly grabbed an automatic pistol, Joe shaking his head at my predictability. I set the rounds off one after the other, without protective ear gear. I could hear the familiar ringing, followed by Joe taking my side and firing at will. The plastic mannequins were getting torn to shreds as we moved along the narrow hallway, one shot fired after the next.

     "You're unbelievable." Joe rose his arm to stop me, my eyes glaring over him. The next space was set up with kid like toys and fake children laying on the ground. In the corner lay some type of liquid. As we studied the area for no more than five seconds, I dived under Joe's arm as a few people ran into the room. Where they came from I had no clue. I reloaded my gun with precision, everyone was covered in gear from head to toe just as live rounds were set off.

     We weren't given an objective, but considering the situation, the three plastic children probably shouldn't have been in the middle of our cross fire. Joe pushed forward, ducking behind the small barrier that had been set up. I did the same on the other side of the room. He waved at me, signaling for me to take out two people by gun shots. I waved his idea away, moving my fingers closer to my eyes, pointing to the little figures on the floor. He could take out one guy, I could shoot and grab the first figure. It was a process to have us going back and forth, but it honestly took no more than ten seconds for all of this to take place. I shot first as Joe followed behind, he grabbed one figure before my vest was clipped on the shoulder.

     "I refuse to keep getting shot there!" I complained, moving in front of the last two figures on the floor before shooting up at the covered masked faces. Thankfully they were thick, but they fell to the ground with a thud, one dude actually giving us a thumbs up. Joe faced me, the two of us not knowing what to do with the fake children, left them on that now debris scattered floor.

      "You got shot." He signaled towards my shoulder.

     "I know."

     "Stay behind me."