Mister Nobody

Chapter 19

Now that they were outside, Jack could see how much the room had changed since they were last in there. Most of the people had left or run outside, or worse, gotten caught in the crossfire and having their bodies left on the floor bleeding and dead. The music was still playing, albeit slightly distorted from the damage to the speakers that had been caused by several bullets and explosions. It could barely be heard over the cacophony of gunfire that was erupting from several points across the club. Jack could see bodyguards shooting their pistols and machine guns from the balcony and behind the bars at the agents who were by the front door doing the same. Both sides were taking casualties, and Jack knew that they would have to punch through. "Left side!" Alison shouted as Jack followed her, taking cover behind a concrete pillar that held up the second floor. His instincts kicking in, Jack went into full combat mode as he pumped a slug into the KSG. Moving from around the corner, he shot an agent that was behind a chair, sending him crumpling to the ground as another agent spotted him and shot at the pillar, riddling the other side of it with bullets. Chambering another slug, Jack looked at the remnants of the mirror that was behind the bar, seeing the agent shooting at him. Calculating the angles, he reached his gun behind the pillar, and managed to shoot without looking. The slug blew the agent's ankle off, making him collapse to the ground as he screamed in pain. Pumping another slug in, Jack spun around the barrier and shot again, this time in the chest to confirm the kill. It seemed being exposed to the Ozone was making Jack more comfortable with his other self. Or real self, technically. Hearing bullets whizzing his way, he quickly ran towards the bar and slid down underneath it, taking cover as glass from the mirror spilled onto him. He paid little attention to it as he reloaded.

Alison was a few feet behind Jack, and was handling some of the agents upstairs. Looking through her Aimpoint sight, she squeezed the trigger almost rhythmically, the assault rifle firing in bursts at the agents above, making perfect head and body shots almost every time. Soon, she had to reload, and was about to pull a magazine from her bag when all of a sudden, an agent popped around the corner she was hiding in and shot at her. Alison ducked, barely dodging the bullets and pinning the agent to the wall with her rifle. Knowing she didn't have any bullets, she quickly knocked the agent's gun to the side and kneed him twice to make him stop struggling. Then, she reached under the barrel and cocked the small charging handle that the underslung shotgun had, and pulled the trigger. The spray of pellets splattered blood against the wall behind him, making the agent drop to the floor, dead. Panting, Alison quickly reloaded and started firing yet again. Looking at Jack who was now behind the bar, she shouted to him. "Push up!" Nodding, Jack popped out from behind the bar, firing slugs across the dance floor at the agents on the other side. Alison walked slowly across the floor to join him, shooting her gun at any agents that turned her way. The door was only a few feet away, but most of the agents had formed a veritable blockade around it. "You still got your frags?" Alison shouted as she ducked down to reload. Jack nodded and pulled out one of the grenades from his bag. "Just one more!" He said as he pulled the pin and threw it at the door, hoping to at least thin them out. The explosion went off, and sent several of the agents flying, others hitting the wall dead. Hoping that was the last of them, Jack motioned to Alison. "Come on!" Both of them got up, then Jack's eyes widened as he turned to see one of Randall's bodyguards on the top of the stage with an RPG that he must have gotten out of the weapons locker. He was about to fire it when an agent shot him, making him fall to the floor still holding the RPG. Jack knew what was going to happen before he hit the ground, and he pulled Alison down behind the bar with him. As the bodyguard hit the dance floor, his finger tightened on the trigger, and the RPG shot out at one of the concrete pillars that held up the balcony, blowing it to pieces in a huge explosion.

Looking up, Jack's ears were still ringing as he poked his head out from behind the bar. His eyes widened as he saw the carnage of what had just happened. The stone pillar that had been shot by the RPG had completely collapsed, making the balcony above fall down and completely block their path to the exit. "Shit!" Jack yelled as he looked back at Alison. "Front door's gone, there's no way out." To make matters worse, the agents that had managed to survive the grenade and RPG were still shooting at them and radioing for backup. Hearing someone take cover behind them, Jack and Alison turned to see Randall crouching down in the bar. "Randall, we need a new way out, now!" Alison said, then Randall looked up. "There's a hatch upstairs that leads to the roof!" Jack nodded, then motioned to the collapsed balcony. "We'll use that to get upstairs, move!" Jack was now taking the lead, seeming to be in a more comfortable position. Shooting slugs at the enemy agents, he moved up the collapsed balcony which now acted as a ramp up to the second floor. Ducking when an agent on the floor above them shot at him, Alison poked up from behind and shot back, killing the agent. Spotting the hatch in the corner of the top floor, Jack moved with Alison close behind. Shooting at the agents, they finally made it towards the ladder, and Alison looked back at Randall. "You gonna be alright?" Nodding, Randall fired his shotgun at one of the agents across the way. "We'll be alright, Ali! We'll cover you two. Now get your asses moving!" Nodding, Alison motioned to Jack. "You first." Placing the shotgun in his bag, Jack climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch to the roof, the cold night hair hitting his skin. Making it to the roof, he looked back down as Alison followed him. "Stay low, we don't want anyone-" She was interrupted as she turned to see a police helicopter flying low over the buildings of the town, shining a spotlight on the two of them. "You're surrounded! Drop your weapons and place your hands on top of your head!" A voice shouted from a megaphone, echoing across the city streets.

Alison looked around, cursing as she knew there was no way out. Jack however, had other ideas. Grabbing her hand and pulling her behind a vent, they barely dodged the bullets of the police officer who was sitting on the side of the chopper. Crouching down, Jack knew he had to move fast before they repositioned. Pulling the sniper rifle out of his bag, he flipped up the scope and breathed out, trying to steady his heartbeat. He popped out from behind the vent, and felt time slow to a crawl. Placing his target in the middle of his scope, he breathed out and pulled the trigger. Hitting the pilot in the shoulder, he collapsed against the control stick, making the chopper spin wildly and start to lose altitude. The cops on the sides of the chopper tried to steady it, but it was too late. It dropped out of the sky and landed on top of a police car, making it explode in a ball of flame. Jack placed the weapon back inside the bag, and saw that Alison was staring at him. "What?" He said, then she shook her head. "Nothing...it's just...you looked like you again." Jack didn't want to think about what that meant, and he knew they needed to leave. "Come on, let's go." Running across the roof, they found a ladder that lead to an alleyway on the right side of the club. Sliding down, they started running, looking for a car or something when they heard a gun cock behind them. "Freeze! FBI!" Turning around slowly, they saw a much older man with balding blonde hair aiming at them. "It's over DeLancie, drop it!" He shouted, then Jack nodded as he looked at Alison. "Alright...alright." He dropped his bag, and Alison did the same. As they crouched down, Jack felt Alison pull the pistol from his holster and aim it. Jack's eyes widened. "NO!" Alison squeezed a round off, hitting the man in the shoulder and making him drop to the ground, unmoving. Some semblance of morality was showing in Jack's face, and Alison knew that wasn't good. "We need to go Jack, come on!" It took a minute, but Jack was off running with her down the alley.