A Partisan's Fight - COMPLETED!

Chapter Sixty-Eight

The explosion had been enough of a distraction for Aldrik to raise his weapon and kill the guard threatening Benjamin. It was all he needed to get the upper hand.

"Get the area to the tunnel clear, Nolan! We need to move fast. I will cover you." Aldrik raised his weapon and fired off another shot, dropping a guard that had taken aim at them.

His eyes darting around, he could see fights breaking out all over the camp. People were ready for their hard earned freedom, and they were tired of waiting around to be massacred.

Glancing across the camp, he noticed an old man being pinned to the ground. A guard mercilessly reached his hands around his throat. Francis. Aldrik had admired the old man's spunk. He wasn't prepared to watch that spunk die out.

Nolan glanced back. "I got this covered, friend. Go save Francis before he gets himself killed."

Nodding, Aldrik didn't need to be told twice. He moved into action, swiveling around people to get to the old man. He raised his pistol to fire, aiming at the guard. Someone bumped into him as the shot was fired off.

Damn it!

He'd missed by a long shot and he only had a few shots left to spare. Tucking the weapon back in its holster as he ran, he barreled into the guard, knocking both of them away from Francis.

The guard looked up at him surprised. Aldrik used that to his advantage, getting a few punches in before the guard wrestled him over and got the upper hand.

Pinning Aldrik down, the guard stared wide-eyed at him. "I do not believe it! Aldrik Baumann? You are the one behind this?"

Aldrik stopped struggling for a moment, fixing his gaze on the guard. "I am sorry, I do not know y..."

"I did not expect you to." The guard looked vaguely familiar. His hair was a different color, but his facial features reminded him of someone he'd seen recently. "I have not been working here long. In fact, today was my first day. Funny things would happen this way."

Aldrik struggled under the weight of the heavy man. He was built thicker than him and was definitely heavier. The feeling of being straddled with his wrists pinned effortlessly to the ground was far from being comfortable. He glared at the man, fully conscious with how vulnerable he was right now. "What. The. Hell. Do. You. Want?"

"Let us call it a little retribution." The man glowered down upon him.