Psychotic lover

Chapter 19

Patters of footsteps, drowned out by the music that blasted through Gracie's earpiece, echoed through the wide hallway, accompanied by an army of loud footsteps close behind. Gracie zipped through the pathway in a zigzag, her small figure proving to be a difficult target to hit.

Bullets flew past her, numerous ricochet off the walls, whilst others lodged within it. Needless to say, hell followed her footsteps.

The restless mob were relentless, despite having ran for more than 10 minutes with heavy firearms, they were still adamant on pursuing her.

Gracie, despite being in almost prime condition, knew she had to come up with a plan that didn't consist of outrunning an army of armed agents, shooting at her.

It didn't take too long for her to think up of a saving grace, tossing a coin she carelessly found in her bag up towards the ceiling.

Instinctively, the gun trained at the moving gleam towards the ceiling, shooting at it. It took mere moments before sharp hissing sound caught their attention, the room starting to flood with fog.

The armed men were well aware as to what numerous of the pipings carried, and all began to cover the lower half of their face with their free hand or arm. Gracie, having noticed their actions and the urgency behind it, did the same by covering her lower face with her hand before running off.

"Fall back!" One of the men ordered, voice muffled as he watched the small figure disappear in the fog with a scowl, before turning his attention to his comrades heeding his command, following suit.

Gracie on the other hand, carried on sprinting at a much more relaxed pace, giving herself a chance to regain some energy whilst peering through some of the doors.

Maybe, she thought, the vents would be a faster way around. She gazed at a vent she stopped by, debating over the horrible decision.

And thus, she was crawling through the vents, bobbing her head to the tune of her songs which helped reduce the anxiety that gradually bubbled and coiled within her guts.

She allowed the temperature drop to guide her, her hands pressed against the walls of the vents that grew cooler the further she moved.

She was soon peering through the grails, the room she stumbled across littered with computers and wires. Just to her luck, there was a group of men typing away as their eyes drooped ever so little from exhaustion and slew deprivation.

It was blindingly evident the group were hackers, just from the amount of empty, unwashed coffee mugs strewn across the tables paired with the lethargic atmosphere. The speed of their hands sufficed to prove they were all professionals.

There wasn't much leeway for the female's stealth, considering the only way in was through the front door, and the vent. She'd bet her left arm the door was secured, and thus she began to get as much of the room as she possibly could whilst pulling her hood up to obscure most of her face.

It seemed like there was only one door in the room, what a hassle if they had to leave for the bathroom. She could drop down and prioritise standing guard at the door to ensure no one leaves. The coffee mugs could serve to be a weapon for both, her and the opposing, but she personally trusted she had a better accuracy. None of them seemed to be armed, and frankly they'd all take a bare minimum of 5 seconds before they actually react to the abrupt intrusion.

Far more than enough time to equip herself with a mug, and make a run for the door.

The female could count 6 mops of hair, but wasn't all too confident if Brian and the other male were from the Tech team as well. She, however could bear to stall any longer, and thus unscrewed the grail door screws open with a card from her wallet.