Fuck, I'm out of ammo!You felt your heart leap to the base of your throat as your pistol's slide locked back. You knew you were running dangerously low on ammo, but to feel your empty magazine pouches...That's when your heart dropped to your stomach.
...
...8 hours earlier.
When Elżbieta departed for Poland, you felt a little worried that you strained your relations. Perhaps you didn't do enough to help her? Whether or not true, time would tell. In your current state however, time didn't really allow you to focus much on yourself. The entire first year without Elżbieta didn't allow for much self pity actually. This was because things were starting to get a little...interesting.
A sharp increase of terrorism meant you were now going in and around Berlin for extra security. Both Monika and Marius were also (willingly) taken into the service by a special policing unit. You knew Maricus was a part of the Bundespolizei already (or BPOL), but the last you heard from him was that he was now working close to the GSG 9, it was kinda of unsurprising since his inventions turned out to be more effective than what you were expecting... Monika, with her extraordinary background, was recruited by the GSG around the same time too.
You thought about signing up for another run for a private military contract, but your job was now running full time - the steady flow of cash and work meant your experience was on a constant increase, but as was the danger. Private security was turning into a seriously vicious matter. You weren't wearing a bulletproof vest anymore either. Your guns still weren't any more than pistols or small submachine guns.
The attacks became much more violent and frequent. London, Berlin, New York, everywhere. It seemed that nowhere was safe. Evidence also provided a warning that even though the main source seemed to be funded by one major party, there was a fair chance that there were multiple candidates assisting in even in the most rural parts of whichever country they were terrorizing. A repeating theme of these were figures in white masks, but no one had come forward yet for being the main antagonizer behind these meaningless, cruel attacks. All that really matters now is that you made it through any possible attacks...
Luckily for you, the people you are escorting around didn't have any kind of importance. They don't have any value politically or in the stocks. Uh, well, more or less anyway, they were rich and you were sure that had some connections, otherwise they wouldn't have hired extra muscle or had anything to do with your employers. Just as you were beginning to live your danger-free-fantasy. The vehicle you're in comes an abrupt stop. You and the passengers inside jerk forward. Every other vehicle on the bridge also came to a stand still. Your stomach twisted and your instincts start to kick.
"Worum ging es!?" <<What was that about?!>> one of the passengers exclaims. Your partner's stare meets yours for a moment and he adjusts in his seat.
The driver looks behind the seat and tries to explain what happened, but then the car starts to shake. There are deep rumbles from the outside. You're familiar with these rumbles. As calmly as you can, you suggest everyone gets out of the car. You're 1 of the 2 private guards present, so you get out to make sure nothing else blows up or that you get shot, your partner reminds you to be careful - not that you didn't intend on being so to begin with...
You're much more aware of the explosions and screaming now out on the bridge, it makes your blood rush. Further down the street, you see raising black smoke and a crowd of people rushing back. It's definitely time to go. You poke back in and order everyone out and to follow you. Half-reluctantly, they decide to do what they are told. To be honest, you've never escorted anyone by foot before, and this hardly seemed to be the situation to start doing it, but you had no other choice.
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Rebellious Connection (Ela x Reader)
ФанфикMilitary has structure. A manual of arms and moving parts to allow itself to be flexible for the situation on hand. Being a PMC didn't really make you live by those kind of factors however. Sure, you went by code and followed the directions as well...