Adam volunteered to be the decoy. The plan: he's going to pretend to go crazy, start talking gibberish and wandering down the halls without authorization. He'd gather a large number of them to an area where we could close them off. From there, we'd attack. I, personally, had a few questions to ask.
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I was done up to look crazy: dirt smeared on my face and suit, random prosthetic bruises on my body, and hair cut messily on purpose.
”Sky, dahling,” Mettox said, ”you look fahbulous.”
”I cannot wait to get out there and shake mah bootay,” I replied, using my Klub IcE accent. She chuckled, then continued to work on the fake bruises.
”Okay, last one!” Danny chirped, finishing the last bruise. I looked in the broken piece of mirror we stole from the trash; I looked insane.
”Okay, big guy, you can do this. Just start spittin' gibberish and lead 'em to a nice, small enough space. Ty and Quentin'll be right behind you.” I nodded. She grabbed the walkie talkie she'd salvaged from her belt. ”Breeze, the decoy has been prepared and fuelled. Over.” Static at first, then Pogan's voice.
”Copy. Spies are ready, as well. Over.”
”Copy.” She put the walkie talkie back. ”You got this,” she smiled, looking at me with a passionate fire in her eyes.
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”HAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!” Two armed goons twisted to see who was hitting the walls and laughing. ”HEY, FELLOWS!!”
”Isn't that that Adam guy?”
”Yeah, think so. Hey! Get back in your room!!”
”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” They started coming closer, so I started running in another direction. Hook, line, and sinker! Ha!
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I had rallied at least twelve goons into the basement of the hospital, and Ty had given me the flashlight signal from the air ducts that the others were waiting in the darkness. I was hidden behind a pile of debris; they were all looking for me. It took some waiting, but after the thirty minutes, eleven of the twelve regrouped a few feet in front of me.
"I think Adam's lost it. Do you think he's gonna escape past the barricades?"
"Who cares? If he does, that's one last mouth to feed. The only thing I'm worried about is him opening the gates and letting them in." Finally, the heavy footsteps of the last goon came resonating right past me.
"No sign of him."
"Think again!!" Pogan's voice said from above. He landed on a guy, and everyone else came from all sides. I joined quickly, gun pointed at a brunette with my suit on. Mettox came around a corner, using a large, yellow crowbar as a cane substitute. She broke the ring and approached someone.
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I smacked the one who looked most in charge. He was the one that kicked me out of that truck, I remember his ugly mug.
"Where is she!? Where did they take Ava!?"
"I-I don't know!" I smacked him again. Harder.
"Bullshit! You know!!"
"She should be in Texas by now, in Houston."
"You better not be lying, boy," I spat. I grabbed both sides of his head. "Or you'll end up like me: missing a limb or two." He gulped.
"Where do you get all this rage?"
"Your thugs took her... You kicked me out of that truck... I blame you for making me almost turn." He nodded.
"I-I'm sorry..."
"If you were sorry, you'd've left a long time ago!" I kicked him down, then exited the ring. Without even turning around, I gave the command.
"Open fire."
