Bulletproof

Chapter 6

"What? Are you gonna do it?" He asked bitterly. You contemplate your next move. Not only are you guilty, but a gunshot would draw attention.

"No I'm not."

You pocket the gun.

"Shooting you will flock those white coats to this room and both of us will be busted."

You sigh and look at the ceiling. You turn a bit red and play with the bandages in your hand.

"I may have a bit of a sweet spot for you."

He smirked.

"I know. I can feel you getting hard."

You roll your eyes at him.

"Looks like we need the bandages again."

"As I said before. Fucking hot."

You hastily wrap the cloth around his mouth and give him a peck on the forehead. You scramble off his crown jewels and walk to the door. When you turn around again, you notice that he's calmer. More at peace, in a way. He winks and you and you walk out into the hallway once more.

It's just like that week in Kabul, you think.

The women in your unit were off-limits; but that young man, the Afghani translator ... it was, surprisingly, one of the few pleasant things you'd take away from Afghanistan.

"Fuck," you whisper, sagging against the wall. "Not again ... not again!"

You take a few deep breaths, you have to keep going. You've got options now! You feel the weight of the gun in your hand ... yes, you've got a shot now.

"Fuck me running," you say, groaning at your mental pun.

Your lungs burned as you rushed through the empty hallway.

Empty, huh, empty.

Something didn't seem right at the moment. You couldn't put a finger to the reason why though. You shook your head, trying to get these unconventional thoughts out. You were free. You had the opportunity to run. You couldn't have any doubts now.

As you got closer to a split in the hallway you heard yelling and gunshots.

Oh yeah, the man who tried to fuck me did mention a group of unidentified people who stormed the facility - or whatever this place is.

You got your gun ready and pressed your body into the wall. If you pressed any harder into it, you were sure that you probably would have left an indent in it. You slowly inched closer to the junction between your current hallway and the next available one.

You peeked around the corner in the direction of the shouting and gunfire. It looked like hell out there. You sure didn't want to get involved in that hot mess.

From your corner against the wall, you could see a horde of people wearing camouflage body armor shooting at what seemed to be a group of men in tuxedos. Your eyes widened as the group of ten or so men in tuxedos easily mow down the opposing mob with their machine guns.

That must be some crappy body armor, you thought to yourself as you shifted back to your original position, not within range of gunfire.

Now what can I do?

It was too late to think through your options. With that slight movement, you caught the attention of one of the tuxedoed men. Someone had already spotted you.

"He's there, get him!"

The shout rose above the noise of the gunfire. The lone tuxedoed man had accomplished his duty. There was now a horde of them after you. You were screwed. So screwed. As the thud of footsteps drew closer, you get a bullet graze your cheek. If it were a few more millimeters to the left, you would be dead.