Spy School: Zoe or Erica?

I save Erica's life (for once)

Yes, I went unconscious. I was barely aware of what happened for the next few minutes, but after I felt a sharp pain in my left arm, I was jerked to life again.

Turns out Catherine had inserted an activator sedation into my bloodstream. It wasn't the best sensation to be forced awake from a coma, but it had to do.

I looked up, vision woozy, at the scene happening around us. There were four men dressed in complete black, wielding...were those hammers? And they were ruthlessly swinging them around with no mercy on whoever they hit, even their own comrades.

I didn't know what happened after that, but all I saw was Erica suddenly charging in with Catherine, and a flurry of arms and limbs, and suddenly there were two people down. Erica grabbed a hammer from a fallen attacker and hurled it with incredible aim at another intruder.

The intruder blocked the hammer with his own hammer, and grabbed the hammer Erica had thrown from the ground. He now had two hammers, and Erica, even with her skills, probably couldn't defeat that. Nevertheless, she sprang up at the attacker with nothing but bare hands. I swear that girl is suicidal.

After a few minutes, my vision slowly went from 360p to 4K, and I finally was able to see the real world as it was. At least until another flying projectile screamed my way and barely missed my head.

Erica and Catherine were currently holding off against the two men, both who ended up having a hammer in both their left and right hand. Holding off against them clearly wasn't the easiest thing to do, because after a few minutes, Erica got nailed in the gut pretty hard after a missed punch. She crumpled to the ground, clutching her side.

Suddenly, Chip, Jawa, and Mike burst in from behind her, snatching away two hammers while scrambling to safety. Their raid was successful, and I considered the fact that they managed not to get hit as lucky, since if Erica got hit, then pretty much anyone would get hit.

Erica was on the ground, clutching her stomach and groaning. I ran over to see if there was something fatal happening. Geez, one day and both girls on my mission get injured. 

Erica rolled her eyes when she saw me come near. "Go away," she muttered. "With your fighting skills, I don't want you getting dragged into this."

"If I leave, then I'll be just throwing you to the wolves! I'm not letting them beat you down alone," I said. I swear Catherine smiled whilst fighting behind me.

Speaking of Catherine, she was now preventing both men from reaching Erica. Her fighting skills proved to be off the charts, since if you could defend yourself from two hammers, you're basically stamped as an incredible person.

What I was wondering currently was where the MI6 security was, since we'd been fighting for a few minutes already and nobody had shown up. But still, the men probably had took them out and locked the doors before entering with force. So there was no hope in calling for help now.

Suddenly, Catherine grunted in pain from behind me. I turned around just in time to find her on the ground, large bump starting to enlarge on her head. I cursed under my breath and pulled her to safety before the thugs could hurt her more.

Now it was me, Mike, Chip, and Jawa versus the bad guys.

This was a time when I wished Zoe was here. She could've been very helpful on the defending side, and probably increase our odds of surviving. But sadly, she was still in the hospital.

The two men walked over to me, and I scrambled out of the way as a hammer flew millimeters past my face. It clanged against the wall, and I grabbed it before they could recover. Now they only had one hammer left.

The big metal weapon was heavier than I thought it was (surprise, surprise) and after struggling to wield it for a few seconds I managed to get the hang of it. The two men advanced onto me once again.

Taking the hammer, I lifted it above my head and struck it against the ground in front of me as hard as I could. Surprisingly, after a loud crack, the floor began to fall away in front of me. The fractures spread, sending the men scrambling backward and away from me.

Turns out there was a basement under us. Great. Now if the cracks spread enough, we would most likely fall down to either our deaths or fatal injuries.

Mike, who was smarter than the rest, saw the men sneering and in a moment of weakness. Especially considering the fact that they were standing on the edge of the hole that had caved in, perfect position to fall.

Mike launched a hammer at the man on the left's back, the one without the hammer. Before he could react, the hammer hit him, causing a sickening crack, and the man screamed as he slipped and fell into the hole. I didn't look at what happened to him, it would only destroy my mood even more.

One man left. But the bad thing was, he still had a hammer. Two now, since Mike's thrown one had dropped next to his feet.

The man sneered, slowly walking over to Erica and Catherine. Lifting his hammer right above Erica's face, his fist tightened.

"Surrender yourselves now, or these two are dead," the man said, laughing when he saw a drop of sweat roll down my forehead. He brandished his hammer and prepared to swing.

What would Erica do What would Erica do What would Erica do What would Erica do-

The man looked expectantly at me, cocking his weapon in the hitting position.

What would Erica do What would Erica do What would- 

My mind suddenly turned to match 10, and I sprung out at the man, using a chandelier as a swing to pass over the hole. Knocking the hammer from his grip, the large metal weapon clattered to the floor and the man shouted in anger and punched Erica in the gut. Erica curled up into a fatal position, groaning in even more pain.

"NO!" I shouted in pure fury. "NO!!"

I lashed out, kicking the man in the face with my legs, when he fell to the floor unbalanced, I punched him a few times for good measure, making sure he would stay down.

Catherine stood up from behind me, rubbing her wound on her head. "Benjamin- I think you just saved our lives."

"Yes," I said, looking at the unconscious man I had beaten down. "I did."