Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 31

Landing with a thud, I order all of the Agents to climb off. With a nod, they all go running and two black vans swerve into the car park.

"Wait for my signal. Jake, come with me."

With a silent nod, Jake sprints after me as we race towards the abandoned warehouse. The wind from the helicopter blows against us as we reach the building. Stopping for a second, I lean my back against the wall and shuffle towards the door, my hand on the gun on my hip.

"You ready?" I ask, turning to a nervous Jake.

"As I will ever be." He smirks.

Raising my leg high, I use my whole strength to kick the wood down. It breaks into two pieces and I slide inside. The walls are dull and dripping damp, with water stains and mould crawling. The stone is wet beneath my boots and squelches as I walk. Lifting my gun from it's holder, I place it against my right leg, ready when I need it.

"We can't let any of the Agents kill her. SHIELD has to change. No more killing on the spot, we need to give her a chance." I think.

"I admire your determination, Mrs Stark." Jake admits, his voice in my head and I turn to send him a smile.

"Thank you." I say aloud.

Reaching a corner, I turn left after checking that no one is around. Suddenly, I hear gun shots and I instantly push Jake back around the corner. Hearing the bullet zoom past my ear, I duck and Jake falls onto his knees in front of me. He crawls forward and jumps onto his feet, pulling me up beside him. I lean against the wall and peer around the corner, seeing a man in blue pointing a gun.

Feeling my eyes turn icy cold, I lift the knife from my pocket and it hovers in the air in front of me. Closing my eyes, I imagine the knife spinning around the corner and hitting the man in the chest, right where his lungs are and puncturing them. The groan of pain forces me to open my eyes. Glancing around the corner, I see the man sprawled on the stone, gasping and coughing.

Racing around the corner, I hear more gun shots and I follow the sound. Stopping in the doorway, I gasp.

"My God." Jake comments beside me.

The girl stands in the middle of a dark, dirty room, the putrid smell of vomit burning my nostrils. At her feet are numerous bodies, all Agents. Some have their eyes open from the instant death, while others had time to close their eyes and vision something better. The girl lifts her head, her filth covered blonde hair scraping down her shoulders and blood splattering her young face. Her eyes burn into mine, no regret or compassion. She's done this many times before. She raises her hand, after wiping it on the long brown night gown that shows signs of the original white, and aims the blood drenched gun towards us.

"It's okay. It's fine. We are here to help you."

"You have a bullet proof vest on." She whispers, her dry lips turning into a smirk.

Carefully, I place the black SHIELD gun onto the floor. Jake glares at me with confusion. Gently, I pull off my bullet proof vest and lay it on the stone ground.

"Jake, you too." I command.

"Are you insane?" He thinks.

"Trust me." I think back.

Jake follows my lead, slowly pulling off his jacket and placing it on the floor beside mine. Carefully I take a step forward, the girl raises the gun and glares at me.

"It's okay. I have the same power and I want to show you how to use it to the best of your ability." I say.

Clicking my fingers, the guns on my belt lift from my belt and hover beside me. The girl watches and nods her head. I quickly push the guns back into place and clip them down.