The Target | Wenrene

xxii: showdown

"Irene!" 

Wendy yelled loudly when she saw two men came running in behind her.

Irene immediately turned the principal toward the charging with the knife to the principal's throat, but they didn't stop. One of them pulled out a gun, pointed dead straight at Irene and gesture a hands-up motion. Irene smirked when she dug the knife deeper, and the old man had been unconscious.

Wendy didn't recognize the men, their faces were covered carefully. She didn't care who the men were, her head was fixed on getting Irene out of the situation. Wendy dashed forward quickly, and one of the men shot in her direction but the bullet went straight to the ground. The brunette tackled Irene, who was quite tensed up at the moment and they both fall to the ground.

"Can you put the gun away now?" Wendy was laying on top of Irene and out of breath.

"But you get to know that old man's business now, so one of you will have to stay here." one of them smirked, as they slipped away the gun.

Of course, Wendy thought of this, she gulped and looked down on Irene, who was grunting. She carefully moved to the side with her hand still on Irene's back and glanced at the group.

"And tell your stupid snipers to be dead, I'm not doing any funny business here." he warned before he approached the fainted man, "And you, don't do anything funny."

Irene angrily and shyly shoved Wendy while glaring at her, gritting under her breath. The two had an awkward session, as they were staring at each other in front of a hoard of men. Wendy quickly nodded and told them they need a minute, she then rubbed Irene back despise the look the older give her.

"I'm more experienced than you," Wendy whispered while holding Irene's hand tightly.

"I hate you," Irene replied bitterly, as she watches the principal gains his consciousness back.Wendy sighed heavily and looked at Irene's small hand, the brunette patted it assuringly. Wendy didn't come alone, but she knew these men can shoot down Irene if they do anything suspicious. The brunette smiled warmly, and Irene can't help to fall for her sweet smile; Wendy reached over at Irene's hair and whispered gently.

"Aw, but I'm serious about falling in love with you. And I have protection inside me, so it's fine." Irene's eyes widened when she saw Wendy slowly let go of her hand, or maybe it's just her imagination that Wendy's movements were slow like that. The brunette had dashed forward while keeping it low and charged at one guy's foot. She twisted his anklet, making him grunt while falling down, which gives her the opportunity to grab his gun. Her movements were clean and ecstatic, almost too fascinating to watch. Wendy was bruised slightly on her left cheek, but the guy lying under her feet was worse. He had gotten a bullet to the back and was bleeding faintly.

Wendy pointed the gun to the group of guys right behind Irene, gritting her teeth."All of you drop your weapons, or I might have to kill another one. One bullet isn't much," she smirked, and quickly get a shot straight at one's feet.

The men staggered after the shot, and after they observed Wendy's confidence, they looked at each other and slowly dropped their guns. Things were going smooth, and Irene was still on the ground, looking shocked and still slightly stumbled with her onyxes shaking. The younger girl smiled, walked closer to Irene but still had her gun held high and her deadly gaze washed over the men. With one hand, she gently helped Irene to stand up and quickly shoved the gun into Irene's hand. "You got smoke bombs?" the brunette leaned in, her hands already touching Irene's belt full of small weapons she grabbed mindlessly before leaving the headquarter.