Guys, Where's Wesley? (Emblem3 Fan-Fic) COMPLETE!

CHAPTER 19: The End?

They had been waiting outside for 15 minutes when a sudden bang echoed through the street. Lorenzo and Tony instinctively hit the ground, dragging Tyler and Keaton down with them. They covered the back of their heads and waited for the echo to stop. As soon as it did, they all jumped to their feet and looked at each other. Lorenzo and Tony had their guns drawn.

“We need to go in there, NOW,” Lorenzo yelled.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Keaton nodded, his ears slightly ringing from the unusual blast.

“Not you, there’s already been gunfire, wait with Tyler for back up and explain-“ Lorenzo instructed forcefully before Keaton interrupt.

“But you said!-“

“No! I can’t fucking argue right now. Not you, let’s go Tony,” Lorenzo ordered, flicking his head before starting to run towards the building.

Keaton watched in anger as Tony took out three of the cameras while running. They got to the door where he than shot out the key pad. They stood on either end of the door and Lorenzo stretched his arm out to open it sideways. Tony through his body out, gun up, before stepping in slowly. Lorenzo followed behind.

Keaton paced back and forth for a second. “Fuck this,” he said before going to run forward. Tyler had the back of his vest before he got far though.

“Keaton, there was GUN fire, they told you to stay back and wait, will you just fucking listen,” Tyler turned him to face him and hissed in his face.

“No,” Keaton growled. “Now unless you are able to hold me down until than, I suggest you let me go so I can at least be around them. I’m gonna grab Lorenzo spare gun from his glove department and go.” He shook Tyler off again and took off toward the car. He grabbed the handgun and sprinted for the building.

“This isn’t a good idea, at all,” Tyler mumbled before he himself ran to the car. “Gun shots fired,” he yelled into the talkie. “This is, er, Tyler Case. Detective Lorenzo and Officer Tony,” and a young armed idiot, Keaton Stromberg, he thought. “Ran in after it. Back up is needed immediately.” He looked at the building, placed the talkie back, and sighed.

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Drew fell back from the force, hitting his head on the floor, temporarily knocking him out. Wesley jumped to him from the chair.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Drew!” He screamed. He grabbed him, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Relax, it’s just a shoulder wound,” Jason laughed, throwing his hands in the air and letting the gun dangle from his finger. “That is, of course, if he doesn’t bleed out.” He shrugged.

Wes looked back down Drew. “Drew!! Drew, wake up!!” He screamed.

Drew blinked his eyes and looked at Wes, who now had blood all over him. He couldn’t open his eyes entirely and his head was pounding. He looked down at his torso and groaned. He couldn’t even begin to process what just happened. There was an extremely loud piercing in ears and he couldn’t make out any other sound. He saw Wesley’s mouth moving but he could only make out what he said when his lips formed his name. He groaned again, a little louder this time in hopes Wesley you could. He must’ve because he froze. When it finally hit him that Drew was awake, he grabbed Drew and hugged him tightly. Big mistake as Drew finally let out a scream in agony.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Wesley said, gently putting him back down. “I’m so sorry.”

“Alright enough of this bro fest, move Wesley,” Jason said. Wesley just looked at him. “Asshole, I said move.” He lifted the gun up to Wesley. Wes looked at Drew and put his hands up, moving back slowly. Two men went forward and lifted Drew, who screamed again.