Not Like The Others

Chapter Twenty Four- Defiance

Mel POV

I didn't even remember picking up Brad and making it to the armory, I was just so out of it. My body was on autopilot whilst my brain took a break and I was just thankful that it knew what it was doing.

"Why is there blood on your arm?" Brad's said, cutting me out of my daze.

"What?" I felt like I was disconnected from my body.

"Are you hurt?" His face turned into automatic concern, stopping what he was doing, which happened to be disabling and resetting the security camera at the entrance of the armory. Now that got my attention.

"Oi!" I hissed in a low voice. "What do you think you're doing?! Disable that thing, now!"

"Sorry." I earned a sheepish grin before he turned back to the camera. "Seriously though, who's blood? Yours or victim number 358?"

"No ones." I muttered, quickly wiping the blood splotches away.

"Seriously, who's?" He whispered, frowning. "Are we compromised? Did you have to kill someone?"

I narrowed my eyes at the lock I was currently picking, my already bad mood turning worse. Brad's incessant voice and questions we not helping.

"Shut up, Brad. I don't have fucking time for this." I growled out, swinging the door open in success. "We get the gear and get out. Okay?"

"Okay, okay, sheesh." He squeezed past me as I threw daggers at his back with my eyes.

We were both silent as we gathered all the equipment we needed, I got a dagger for each of the girls and Alfie, two smoke grenades, frags, C4 and a bow and arrow for Rachel. Apparently she was quite the shot.

I took a moment to relish in the relief of another task down. Two down and only about three billion more to go, sigh.

"Okay, Brad, grab anything that you think you might need and lets get outta here. We have a lot more things to do." I said, securing the C4 onto the wall of the armory. It was timed to go off in half an hour and hopefully wreck a shit ton of stuff. What was the point of breaking into the armory just steal a few items and leave the rest of them to hunt us down? No way, we were going to take what we needed and as much a possible without being suspicious, then blow the room to pieces so they didn't have as much supplies. It wouldn't stop them from still obtaining some weapons, but it was a start. I was silently nervous about the time we had until the bomb would go off, but it was the shortest time we could make, as we had so much other stuff to do before the decoys went off.

"Right, onto the next task." I announced, shouldering my backpack, trying to make it seem like it was 5kgs lighter than it actually was. I had only 'just come back from training' after all, my bag had to look like it had only gym gear in it.

"You got the money in there too?" Brad asked, re locking the armory door and shouldering his bag too; a duffle bag packed full of C4 and handy weapons.

"Yep." I answered without thinking, my mind on the task at hand.

"I'm gonna take a bet that Mark cried like a little pussy when you tied him up and put him in the closet." He laughed, stopping short when he saw my face.

"Oh. Oh. Shit, sorry."

"I just thought you still had the ninja skills! Obvs not kitty cat, might want to sharpen up on your technique." He crowed, winking at me.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!! Say one more word and I'll slit your lousy throat! Do you hear me!?!" I screamed at him, too wound up to realize that I was being far too loud. It was just too much, he was just too much. I couldn't do this, kill Mark, stride into the unknown and escape a fortress with a elderly scientist, three fragile girls and a boy who just wouldn't stop reminding me about one of the worst things I had ever done.