Infinity's Row - Interlude

Chapter 6

The very world arounds me seems to spin. They have Gentry. They have Gentry Yate--

But that honestly doesn't make sense. Guns are a loud weapon. If they found her, then surely she would have struggled. If she would have struggled, she would have fired at them. And if she would have fired at them, then surely I would have heard it.

And the voice. Now that I think of it, it seemed far more deep. More mature.

No, they don't hold Gentry.

They're holding her mother.

Surely Gentry's realized this.

Surely she's willing to risk her life for her mother's.

And I'm quite, quite sure that she's brash enough to do so.

I turn back to the man and study his uniform. Underneath the steel breastplate he, like all of the other gunmen, are adorned in black longsleeved shirts and trousers.

Just like me.

"Take off your breastplate and mask," I say. 

"But--"

"Breastplate and mask, now. You're quite lucky that I haven't killed you already."

He nods. Then he obliges and hands them over to me.

It doesn't take long to put them on. Soon enough, I look just like one of the invaders.

Now it's time to get into the chamber before Gentry does.

And once when I do, it's entirely possible that that will be the time in which this all ends.

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Running back to the chamber, fortunately, takes little time. Within approximentally three minutes I'm inching the door open and slipping back inside the chamber.

Back where it all began. 

It looks the same--there's the bright red carpet, the golden railing, and the curved staircase that leads to the main floor. There, the invaders surround the hostages--

And one of gunmen restrains the woman I saw in the video feed, holding a gun to her head. 

I pick out every detail, attempting to see if any one of them have noticed me--

Many of them haven't, and the few of them who have dismiss me as one of them. Good. 

Now, how to rescue them. . . 

"Sir!" 

I, along with many others down below, divert my attention to a short gunman walking up to their leader. 

"What is it?" the leader says with a critical eye trained on the gunman. "This had better be good." 

The gunman takes that as permission to walk closer. The gunman stops only upon being five feet from the leader, a little behind Gentry's mother and the man restraining her. "I know the whereabouts of our opponents, sir." 

The leader simultaneously lifts his eyebrows and cocks his head. "Do you, now?" 

"Indeed. Admittedly, I don't know where the one in particular is. But his partner is RIGHT HERE!" 

Gentry whips out her gun and shoots the shoulder of the one restraining her mother. He reels over, releasing her. Mrs. Yate quickly runs back to her husband. 

A flurry of bullets come for Gentry--

I run down the stairs three at a time. In seconds I've reached the bottom--