After fifteen minutes, we were done with the building of the wall of corpses. It looked pretty beautiful. I thought we stared for a little too long to be considered sane. We admitted to the sa.
It was the sa view in all of the other floors as well. It was sort of creepy to walk around them as he transported the stolen shipnts out of the building. To our relief, we were not alone. More people had co in to do the hard labor and carry the heavy boxes out. They were impressed by the mounds of dead people as well. For two people to have killed as many were astounding to them. Once we heard the count, I was a bit awed myself.
Fifty-nine n. How had we managed that?
Michael had just patted my back awkwardly in front of all the people and then left the building. Under the strict order of the Boss himself, I was not to be allowed on the site of tomorrow's ambush. Apparently, I was in a delicate condition and had fought my share of people for this mission. I hadn't even known that we had a quota of dead people that we had to fulfil before being allowed to rest.
I wonder what incentive I will receive for killing all those people.
As I sat in the base camp surrounded by cars the next day, I was furious. No one was at the base except for . I felt like an invalid. Only so of the tech people were hanging out. They had literally turned the mission into an impromptu picnic. They had marshmallows and dry food and whatnot. It was a mini party in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting among people my own age who had no clue as to how much danger they were in. They were obliviously joking around and running about doing absolutely no productive work. I couldn't figure out why Anthony had brought them in the first place.
I would like to think that I was protecting the base and the newly reclaid shipnts from being taken by Darcy's n, but my companions were no guards. They were naive little kids who did not know what the fear of death was.
I got up and left them partying. Inside the car, I cranked up the music and spread out on the back seat. I fully intended to take advantage of the ti I had gotten off, even if I was pissed off that Michael left behind.
What was he thinking?
I groaned as I tried to get comfortable in the small space. I don't know how long I sat lay there, waiting for sleep to take . It never ca, but paranoia crept in. I kept my eyes wide open. The music on the radio got annoying, so I reached over to turn it off. From the corner of my eyes, I saw sothing move in a distance. Convinced that it was one of the boys taking a leak, I let it go. But after a few seconds, this shadow moved again, and rather peculiarly. I froze in my spot as I waited for it to move away. Of course, it did.
I wrenched the door open, throwing myself out. I pulled my gun out and ran as fast as I could.
"Run!" I scread. They seed too lost in their own conversation to even turn around. Fucking fools!
"Take cover!" I tried again, but I was too late. I heard the sound of firing, and then the sound of screaming. Everything in scread to turn around and take cover, but I couldn't let the foolish brats sit there unprotected. I had to take the risk.
I saw them fall down. So did so to take cover, while others fell forward by the impact of the bullets hitting them.
"Crawl out of the way!" I ordered them. It would be just a matter of seconds before the target would change. I knew it. That was what I was trying to do. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as I scread bloody murder and pulled my gun up. I had no ti to take aim, but I shot blankly in their genuine direction. Two fell, to my relief. Others just scattered. I saw the tech guys crawling away and taking shelter behind cars. I sighed in relief and barrelled forward, moving closer to the attackers so that I could aim better.
They shot at , but I ducked every ti. I was glad.
Taking shelter behind one of the cars in the outer circle of the base, I reloaded the gun and waited for any indication of the assailants coming closer. Sooner than I had expected, I heard the sound of their foot hitting the ground and smiled. I had a chance.
From what I had seen, there were five of them. There was one of . I had gotten two already, so I had to take our three more. I had no one to cover . These scared little boys couldn't hold a gun for their lives... or could they?
My eyes widened as I saw one of them peer out from behind one car, and a bullet flew at him. Fortunately, he moved his head back and was spared from facing an untily death. Again, he peered out but seed to be spared from the attention of the shooters. I signalled him to look at , and he gasped as he stared. I recognized him as the boy from earlier, who had checked out in Michael's office. I held my gun up and tried to send a ssage across. I didn't know how much I succeeded, but I think I saw him nod just a bit. I was glad that I had the reassurance that he had understood.
I saw him move back into safety and then co back again. This ti he had a gun in his hand. I smiled. He nodded at and tried to aim ahead of the car I had taken shelter behind. His hands shook violently, but he kept trying. He breathed in and out until his hands shook less. He aid and then shot.
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