Alpha (Jacob Seed X Deputy OC)

24 - Bunker Blow Up

I was the hunter and my prey were the cultists littered all over the entrance to the bunker. I observed their patterns from a distance taking in every movement. One circled round the compound, another was taking a piss in the corner. A third was using the barrel of his gun to itch at his mop like hair. Idiot. Lining up Jacob's rifle, I peered through the sightline and shot my first bullet. It tore through the moving cultists head sending him keeling over onto his knees.

'Softly softly, catchy monkey.' I murmured to myself as I reloaded and pinned the red light onto the back of the guy in the corner's head. One trigger pull later and he was down. Thank God for the silencer fixed to the end of the rifle. Walking in a low crouch, I shuffled closer to the entrance before taking out the final cultist. Pausing for a moment to be sure there was nobody else around, I darted to the door and stuck the key in the panel to the side of it. There was a loud whirring sound as the heavy metal entryway opened up and gave me access. 'I'm coming Staci.'

Stealth was my best friend. Slinking through the shadows, the only indication that someone had broken in was the amount of dead bodies littered across the floor. Reaching the control room, I frantically stared at at the screens for any signs of Deputy Pratt but I couldn't see him. Clutching the key in my hand, I inserted it into a lock on one of the panels and it disengaged a large red button. Slamming my palm onto it there was a loud rushing sound.

'Pressure doors unlocked.' A woman's robotic tone advised out of the surrounding stereo outputs.

'Lucky guess Athena.' I praised myself only to be snatched from behind. A gun pressed up against my throat and the stench of an unshowered Peggie filled my nostrils.

'I've got the sinner!' Struggling, I kicked and writhed under his grip but couldn't manoeuvre around to get a shot in. Suddenly, his body was torn from mine and thrown onto the floor. Spinning breathlessly around, I watched Jacob stamp hard onto his follower's skull and there was a deafening cracking sound. Kicking the limp body away he turned to scowl at me, fury burning brightly in his blue eyes.

'I fuckin' told you to stay away from here!' He barked, advancing towards my rigid frame. 'You deliberately disobeyed me!'

'I'm not leaving Staci behind!' I argued, trying to shove past but failing.

'You'll be killed in here!' Jacob pushed me backwards and nearly sent me reeling.

'Then leave me alone to die! I didn't ask you to come!' Re-balancing myself, I strode past him. The soldier let out a displeased growl before crouching down and picking up the machine gun that had previously sat around my throat.

'You know I can't do that.' He fell into step next to me, snatching his rifle out of my hands and replacing it with the machine gun. 'Follow me.' Jacob lead me down into the depths of the armoury, taking out his own men as we went along. There was something about fighting beside him that just felt right. I'd cover him and he'd cover me, ensuring that neither of us got hurt. For once we were on the same side. Walking down a darkened corridor, Jacob gestured the barrel of his gun towards Pratt who was sat in a chair. He looked worse for wear and was bound by the wrists. Brushing past Jacob, I rushed to Pratt's side and cupped his cheek in my hand.

'Staci?' I shook him by the shoulder and he looked up at me like he was in a daze.

'Rook? Are you real?' His voice was barely a rasp.

'Course I am. We're getting you out.' Tugging a knife from my jacket pocket, I cut his bonds. Struggling to his feet, Pratt immediately fell down and I rushed to help him up but I hadn't realised where his gaze had fallen. He stared at stony-faced Jacob in disbelief, standing upright and turning to look at me. I bit my lip. 'Staci-'