Error 9:: Yang Jeongin X Reader

Narrow Escape

Down the hall, we heard gunshots and a few ordered shouts. Willow, Sammie, and I hurried down to where the commotion was, guns drawn as well as some of the orbs Thomas had made. I spotted Minho and Jisung in hand-to-hand combat with five other men. They handled themselves quite nicely, each taking turns hitting or kicking a guy. Changbin, however, was hidden around a corner, avoiding gunshot from three men down the hall.

Willow narrowly avoided getting shot, ducking behind the wall with Changbin. I fired a few shots of my own, hitting one guy right in the chest. Blood spurted from the force of the bullet, causing the man to fall back, His body twitched a few times before he died. Thomas was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

I bumped into Sammie and Felix, who were back to back. They were kind of just spinning around, shooting whenever a man came at them from the north and south halls. I slipped around them, running around to find Thomas.

I bumped straight into a guy clad out in all black. I round house kicked him in the face, watching him fall unconscious to the floor. I shot him in the head for good measure, then continued my search.

Alarms blared throughout the base, red and orange lights flashing through every hall. It disoriented me a bit seeing as the light would cut out every few seconds. It reminded me of laser tag. Down the hall I spotted on of the underground garage doors opened. I made a beeline towards the door, only to get the wind knocked out of me just as I reached the entrance.

Thomas shot me an apologetic glance when he realized who he had just hit. "Sorry, (Y/N). I'm trying to fire up one of the jets. Guard the door and grab the boys when I give you the signal!" 

"Wait, what?! Thomas! What signal?!" I cried, looking back at him. he was already in the jet getting it fired up. 

I growled under my breath, shooting a few guys who ran at me. The scene playing out in front of me reminded me of what we had witnessed on the monitors. No matter how many guys we brought down, more filtered in from who knows where! 

A guy charged at me and before I could even shoot him I was on the ground. His hands went at my throat, closing around it and pressing his thumbs down. I choked, desperately slashing at his face. I grabbed his face, pressing my thumbs hard into his eyes. He screamed as blood trailed down his face from the pressure I applied. He let go off me when one of his eyes popped. I wiped the blood off my hands onto my vest. 

To my dismay, three more guys replaced their fallen comrade, guns out and pointing at me. i was about to charge them, only to be yelled at.

"DUCK (Y/N)!!" Thomas screamed, the jet hovering a few feet from the ground, giant guns aimed at my location. I took his advice, throwing my body to the floor just as gunfire rang out. The men in front of me spasmed as they were hit, falling to the ground. Blood pooled around them as their bodies twitched slightly. 

"Get the others! That was supposed to be the signal, stupid girl!" Theo roared from his seat in the jet. I shot him a nice finger before racing out to get the others.

"You guys! Hurry up and get to the jet!" I cried out, earning the attention of nearly everyone in the halls. Felix and Sammie broke apart from their back to back stance, making a bolt for the garage. Jisung, Minho, and Changbin followed suit after landing a few more blows on their attackers. 

I sprinted to the garage as well, dodging the shots fired at us. I ducked into the garage, hiding behind the wall as Changbin and Jisung made it in. I slammed the iron door, bolting it before making my way onto the jet. Thomas flicked a few switches on the roof in the cockpit, looking back at us with a frantic look.

"Buckle up, otherwise you might just go flying out!" He pressed a button, a load roaring sound emitting from above. The roof of the garage was slowly opening to reveal the bright night sky. The jet lifted slowly, making it's way up just as the men broke down the iron door. They fired shots at the jet, the alarms going off.