Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter One- Heists and Wake Up Calls

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Are you kidding me?! I scream from inside my head as I crouch down behind the turned over, bullet-hole filled table, ducking from the bullets flying through the air.

Pang! Pang! Pang!

The bullets carve themselves into the once pristine table top, all the while getting closer to where I'm currently taking refuge.

"We're going to have to run over there." I whisper-shout as I point to the massive warehouse shelves, full of crates that will help us hide from our enemies. "On three. Ready? One... Tw-"

"Wait! How are we even suppose to run that far and not get shot?!" Ivan's raspy voice whispers back before he quickly peeks up over our makeshift protection and fires his gun a few times. A few muddled cries are heard as I watch him slink back down to the ground.

"Got 'em." He announces and glances over at me, his greyish-green eyes laced with concern.

"Why do you look so scared? This isn't the first time we've done this. Grow. A. Damn. Pair. Stone." I instruct, glaring at him before carefully leaning around the table and taking a look around. There's at least 20 guys out there holding assault rifles that are pointed in our direction. Just impatiently waiting for us to make our move so they can shoot us dead.

No doubt they would brag about it for the rest of their unimportant lives. I do have a pretty hefty track record.

"I am not scared," Ivan speaks, pulling me out of my thoughts. "There's just a lot more of them than I was expecting there to be!" He continues to sassily defend himself. "Look, are we going to run or not?"

I nod curtly, knowing that he's watching me as I reach down into the black duffle bag full of explosives. I pull out a smoke frag and one grenade, with a devious smirk.

"I'm for once glad we brought all this shit. Sometimes I get so sick of lugging it around." I announce before I pull out the pin on the smoke frag and launch it in the direction of the awaiting men.

"Excuse me? You never even carry that bag, you're always making me carry the shit!" He silently yells at me exasperated. His squarish face scrunched in annoyance.

Poof!

Shouts of 'Smoke' and 'Get ready' can be heard as I'm readying myself to pull the pin out of the grenade.

"Go, go, go! But stay low and be quiet." I whisper as Ivan begins to sprint past me through the smoke.

I throw the granade as far as I possibly can and sprint towards the shelves that are now covered by the smoke. I'm just a few feet away from the shelves as the grenade explodes and I'm sent sprawling forward by the wave of heat the explosion sent out. I stumble before I trip and scrape my hands on the rough, cracked cement flooring. Hurriedly, I start crawling on my hands and knees.

"I just called for some back up, 'cause it's not looking all that good for us at the moment." Ivan announces when I finally finish crawling over the threshold of the shelves.

I stand up and brush my scrapped hands off on my black skinny jeans. When I glance up from my hands to Ivan, I notice him pointing with his pistol toward three men cautiously stepping out of the now thinning smoke. Quickly, I push Ivan into the shadows created by the tall shelves. With my back pressed up against Ivan's chest, I steadily aim my own pistol at the men.

"I could get used to this... again." Ivan's husky voice whispers cheekily from behind me.

Without a second thought I send a quick, sharp jab of my elbow into his gut. Which causes a satisfying oomf to resonate from the pig behind me, but sadly attracts some very unwanted attention.