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Garden of blood

//Warning: blood, violence, gore-ish
(The fighting is written a bit roughly)//

"Do what?" Brett asked, copying Eddy's whispers as he spoke. They had worked together long enough for him to know that there was a reason he turned his voice down like that. He kept his eyes on Eddy, figuring someone was nearby. It would be best not to make it seem like he knew they existed.

Eddy wasn't sure if Brett was playing dumb to spring one on him or if he actually didn't know. He looked at Brett confused , "Aren't you going to have me killed now?"

He squeaked quietly as his eyes shot around again.

"N...no?" Brett stuttered, slowly realizing why Eddy would think so. Someone was definitely pointing a gun at them. "I could never."

Eddy licked his lips, well this was kinda awkward now but death was heading both of their ways so their awkwardness wouldn't last. He took a step closer to Brett, putting a hand on his waist as he leaned in to whisper in the man's ear, "If you have a gun on you, give it to me. They're in a triangular formation, if we don't break it we'll be in their line of fire and dead."

Moving slowly, as to not alert the three gunmen, Brett reached into the inner pocket of his blazer to pull the gun out to hand to Eddy. He did not doubt for one second that Eddy was a better shot than him. It didn't even occur to him to think about how close Eddy was, how nice it was to be held around his waist like that. Those were thoughts for later, if they made it out of this alive.

"I sure hope you have something bulletproof on," Eddy carefully took the gun, he'd have to go fast on this thus he kept Brett close. He figured that these assassins had some bullet proof vests on and heavier gear, so Eddy's goal was to disarm them as quickly as possible.

"I don't," Brett whispered shakily, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. At least he'd get to die in Eddy's arms. At least he got that. It was fine, it would be fine. He was honestly more devastated that this was how Eddy's life would end, all thanks to his carelessness.

Eddy closed his eyes, counting down to three to calm himself. He could hear the loading of their guns, the clicks of their safety turning off, and of course the pounding of his and Brett's heart. Eddy's eyes snapped open, at the end of three, it was go time.

Without putting out any more thought he let out three shots, turning quickly with each since he had three locations to get. Hopefully he wouldn't miss.

Brett squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sharp pain of the bullet, waiting for Eddy to collapse over him as he was hit. His ears were ringing now, and he just wanted it to be over. Maybe he'd meet Eddy in the afterlife? He sure wouldn't mind that for eternity.

Eddy moved Brett with him, just manipulating him by the waist and keeping Brett close to his chest. It was almost like doing a dance, but one to avoid getting killed by the war of bullets raining down. Eddy's shots had turned into more of a distraction to get them out of the triangle of death!

At this point, Brett just allowed himself to be tossed around like a child's doll. He trusted Eddy, definitely more than he should have, given their situation. It was just like the old days, except it used to be the other way around. It used to be Brett pulling Eddy out of harm's way.

"Brett, you need to get out of here," Eddy whispered gruffly, this was about to get ugly and fast, "Hide, I can handle this."

Seeing as the long distance hadn't worked the three assassins emerged from their hiding spots, pulling their hand guns instead.

Eddy could see their numbers clearly now, they were from the organization. This wasn't particularly good for him, openly shooting at his colleagues wasn't exactly something that looked good on his resume.