"You still there?" I heard him call out.
"Always," I assured him, as I took out two more people. They kept coming. Out of nowhere. I could tell that the building was heavily protected, but I had never expected to be outnumbered like this.
I saw Michael duck and then sprint closer to . Relieved, I slid the only gun that was fully loaded at him. He nodded and then pulled the trigger. Clearly appeased by the lithe quality of my gun he shouted out to , "I'm keeping this baby."
"Sure," I replied, as I refurbished the dead man's gun and put it in my belt.
"Clear the next floor. I'll take care of whoever is left." I nodded, and then sprinted towards the staircase, knowing well that he would have my back, again. Not one bullet reached . Taking a liberating breath, I swiftly climbed the stairs and jumped into the room. There seed to be no one in the room at first glance, but I could see that there had been people here. Worried, I slid out my knife and raced up the staircase to the rooftop. Surely, the door was slightly open and I could see the shadow of a foot on the other side of the door. I dropped to the floor and aid directly at the angle in which I knew I would find the foot. Screams could be heard, and I jumped back to safety as the door got annihilated by a barrage of shots. I sighed in relief that I had gotten out of the way in ti and then used the holes to my own advantage. Gauging the angles, I finalized that there would be around three or four n on the other side, one of whom I had already injured. Downstairs, I could hear the shots cease to be fired. My breath hitched in my throat as worry seized .
Fuck, is he alright?
I shook the thoughts out of my mind and barged into the rooftop. I heard shooting from outside and realized that people had either escaped the building or where being shot at as they were on the roof. I hoped it was the latter because the forr would an that Michael was...
'Don't think about it.'
I kicked the door open and fired random shots to clear my path. Once, I saw that my path was cleared, I slamd the door against the wall, getting a loud 'oomph' from behind it. I chuckled and used one of the bullet holes to kill the motherfucker.
Like a boss. I thought to myself and then took my position behind the corpse. I could see that one of them was peeping from behind the wall I was leaning on and used the corpse as my shield and shot at him. His body fell forward, with a string of curses that followed at a distance. Apparently, the man was checking to see if I was dead. And his friend was right behind him, waiting. Now, I supposed that he was the only one left.
At least, that's what I hoped.
I let the body in front of drop and then tiptoed over to the corner of the wall. I could hear the erratic breathing of the man, and I smiled in content. This was not going to take much longer. In a blink of an eye, I shifted my hands and shot out fires consecutive to each other. I breathed, unsure if I had finished the job and turned the corner. The man was sitting on the floor, his hand gripping his chest. His head turned and his hand lifted. I shook my head and picked up my gun as well. I waited patiently as I saw his finger pull the trigger. I did the sa. His shoulder pushed back in recoil and the bullet flew way off the mark. Mine stayed on point: between his eyes, serving him a quick death. Satisfied, I pushed the gun back into my belt and then strut out of the rooftop.
Another shot ricocheted past and I dropped to the floor.
"Mia!" I heard him scream. I sighed in relief as I looked up. He ran to and then dropped to his knees. "Are you okay?" he asked with urgency, I had never heard in his voice. I nodded, taking the ti to look back and see that there was another dead man on the rooftop.
"Are you alright?" I whispered to him. He nodded, his hands still gripping my shoulders.
"Fuck," he mumbled. His eyes were dark, his jaws set. He looked like death frozen over. "I-" his lips crashed into mine. I stumbled back but held on.
Dear God, I held on. I pressed my lips to his and pushed my hand against his chest. We collided and stumbled. We didn't care. I had nothing left in to care. I tugged at his hair and pulled him closer. He pulled closer, closer still.
My mind wouldn't stop, but he pressed on. He never let go.
'Don't let go just yet,' I wanted to tell him.
My bravado had dissipated. I was worried; I was worried out of my mind. He didn't let . He made forget.
Cold worry washed over , the nights of planning caught up to , and I surrendered myself.
You are brave, his lips said.
'You kept your promise.'
'I'd never let anyone hurt you.'
'I know.'
'Yes.'
'Always.'
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