Bulletproof

Chapter 2

You landed clumsily, nearly falling face first into water. As you tried desperately not wind up with a mouthful of disease, you accidentally smashed the hand holding your gun into the wall.

Splash!

Your hand hurt and your gun was now gone. A quick, despairing glance told you there's no way you're ever getting it back. Not before ...

Splash!

You turned and you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. Behind it, the woman laughed, the sound sharp and unpleasant.

"I can't believe you fell for that!"

"Um," you managed.

"What are you planning to do?" You asked and rightfully so. Your intuition told you this woman may not be your savior like you had previously thought.

The female grinned and started advancing forward. By instinct, you found yourself slowly retreating away from her in a backwards motion. However, your motions soon stopped when your back bumped against the concrete wall of the storm sewer tunnel. The situation began to look dire. There was only one thing you could do now.

You grabbed her face and kissed her like your life depended on it.

She shoved you backwards and aimed her gun at you again, cocking it and giving you a death stare.

"You've got balls. Alright let's go. I was testing you."

You put your arms up in a defeated motion and shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

"Fancy meeting you too," you rasped, still feeling the aftereffects of adrenaline and alcohol running through your system.

She pointed the barrel of the gun at your back as she forced you to move through the dimly lit, dripping tunnel. The pitter-patter sound of rats echoed throughout as they scurried about, searching for food in the darkness. You could barely see what was in front of you and the mysterious dripping sounds started to get to your head.

However, the female next to you didn't seem fazed about the current situation as she led you down into the depths of the tunnels.

You wanted to get to know her and couldn't bear the silence. So you asked, "You got a name?"

"Ace. Now get your ass going before I decide I need a little target practice," she practically growled, pressing the gun harder into your back.

You laughed nervously, "understood."

You contemplated whether you should see this through or use your combat skills.

"You're thinking of doing something stupid, aren't you?"

"No," you replied.

"Yeah, right. I saw how you executed those people."

You felt sharp pain as Ace jabbed you in the back.

"While drunk. Gotta be ex-military, am I right?"

"What do you care?"

"I can use someone like you."

You winced at her sharp unpleasant laugh.

"Unless you want to be stupid."

"I'm listening," you replied.

The tac-light on Ace's gun seemed to dim as your shadow merged quickly with the inky darkness ahead of you. You sensed opportunity in that darkness, and your shoulders tensed.

"I bet you are," Ace said. "I'll only say this once ... You dare try anything, and we will dispose of you. By the looks of your situation, no one will miss you anyway."