Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Seven

Jeno sped out of the pier, being-somewhat-mindful of the other cars. Mark was in the passenger listening to Yuta explain the basics on how the small gun worked.

"...and then that switch is the safety. Make sure you keep that on until you're about to shoot."

"Okay. The little thing sticking up at the end is the thing you use to aim right?"

"That's the sight yes."

"Okay."

"Don't worry if you accidentally kill someone either. They're trying to kill you first, it's all an act of self defense."

"Okay."

"If you can, aim for their hands. If you can shoot the gun out of their hand we can just run ourselves out of here."

"I'll try that. How are your wounds?"

"They're fine. I mean, they stopped bleeding."

"That's good."

"Okay Mark you know what to do now," Jeno yelled. "Get ready to start shooting!"

"Are they shooting at us?"

"Not yet but one guy is leaning out the window, passenger side."

"Alright."

"Markie put a mask on, we can't have people recognizing you. Actually here, there's one right next to me."

Mark put the mask Yuta handed him on. He cocked the small weapon and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Cover your ears!"

Mark leaned out the open window and aimed at the vehicle behind them. There was a man hangin out the passenger window, aiming at their truck.

He was about to shoot, but Mark pulled the trigger first; hitting the man in the arm. He dropped the gun and threw himself back in the car.

"One down!" Mark yelled, still hanging out the window.

At that point, they were back in the busiest part of city, passing by a coffee shop Mark and his friends frequented.

'I wonder if they're there now,' he thought to himself. 'It'd suck if they saw-'

Just his luck. His friends were walking out of the cafe. Just when another man popped out a window and shot at him, just when Mark took a shot and hit his shoulder.

Even though they were driving at about seventy-five miles an hour (120.7 kph), Mark could still see the terrified looks on their faces. He was glad Yuta and Jeno made him wear a mask.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a bullet whizzed past his head. He went to shoot again, but only heard a clicking sound. He threw himself back into the truck and began reloading the handgun.

"How many guys do they have? I swear I've heard at least a million shots," Yuta complained.

Jeno rolled his eyes. "The shots are a lot less frequent, a couple more shots should do it."

"Okay," Mark breathed. "Are we going back to the warehouse?"

"Yeah once we lose those cars we will."

"Alright."

"Hey Mark?" Yuta looked to Mark.

"Yeah hyung?"

"Try to shoot at the windshields on the cars. If you hit those the drivers won't be able to see. It'll make our getaway easier."

"I can do that."