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   Chapter 14 13. That wasn't an earthquake

Agent 13 (Book 1) By Quidam13 Characters: 10502

Updated: 2018-05-08 20:32


Thirteen's POV

My eyes dart in every direction trying to find some way out of this. My hand reaches slowly for one my knives...one of my 'special' knives.

"Do you really think that's the best idea?" Jason whispers so only I can hear.

"You got a better one?" I bite back.

This doesn't make any sense though, if they wanted us dead they would have fired already, instead they remain standing there, guns trained on us. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. They don't want all of us dead.

Immediately my mind starts to play this out, what would I do?

I click the button on the knife, the countdown starting, thirty seconds. I raise the knife over my head making it out to look as if I'm going to throw it at them. I don't.

I whirl around and toss it behind me and the fifteen or so guards that are coming up behind us. The force of the explosion shoves us all back and immediately gun fire sounds.

I'm up on my feet in seconds, grabbing Ryan I duck behind several crates and barrels. Devin and Jason make to my side, Cody and Chase stuck on the other.

"This was your brilliant plan?!" Cody shouts.

"Didn't see you coming up with any ideas!" I shoot back.

"Well how the hell do you plan on getting us out of this one now?!"

"We're wearing bullet proof vests!"

"So what!?"

"So don't let the bullets hit your head!"

I grab on to the collar of Ryan's shirt and drag him behind me running towards Chase and Cody. As soon as I reach them I press my back against the crates crouching down as bullets lodge themselves into the barrels and crates. Jason and Devin follow my lead and come running to us.

"So what exactly is the brilliant plan cause so far the only thing you've accomplished is setting fire to half the warehouse!"

"It's only like a fourth, chill Chase. Besides no one's died."

"Yet." Ryan interjects, my glare shuts him up right away.

"He's got a point." Devin mutters. "What is the plan?"

I pull another few knives out of my boots, "Don't die." I reply. I move to a better position before letting several of the knives fly.

"You know I think a gun would be more effective right now." Jason says as he pulls a gun from his waist band.

"Well by all means go head."

"I was talking about for you."

"I gave mine to Ryan." I retort.

"Well luckily for you I grabbed an extra one off the guards." he tosses the gun to me and I catch it effortlessly.

The rest of the guys have begun shooting, Ryan included. I hold the gun out in front of me and aim, but not firing a single bullet. I tuck the gun into my jeans. I see Tony make a run for the exits and I jump up and run after him. I grip the handle of my dagger tighter as I get closer, while he struggles with the door.

I swing my arm back prepared to let the dagger sink into his shoulder, perfectly aware that we need him alive otherwise I would kill him. He swings his arm around faster and punches me in the stomach causing the dagger to fly from my hand, and me to double over.

I straighten up quickly and pull the gun from my jeans aiming right at his head.

"Step back and place your hands on your head."

all of them. Of course there's also a remainder of two detonators left in the tunnels...oh well.

I head towards the door leading to the tunnels and throw it open running down the stairs and taking the tunnel on the right. Hopefully this leads to an exit. I know for a fact that there is one down here. Where? I don't know. Hopefully Cody gave up on me and got out.

I make several more turns either running into a random room, or to a tunnel blocked by debris. the shaking starts again and I almost fall over, the walls begin to crack around me. I quickly duck into one of the random rooms just as the tunnel's ceiling begins to cave in.

I throw open the door on the other end of the room running into the tunnel. A door sits at the end of the hallway with a bright glowing red sign with the word 'EXIT' spelled out across it...how freaking cliché.

I run towards only to feel the ground shake again.

Last one.

Only this is much stronger and knocks me to the floor, the ceiling and walls cracking and caving in. My hands cover my head as the tunnel begins to collapse, dust and dirt flying every which way. I cough as I breathe it in.

The shaking stops and I look up. Only to see that the exit is completely blocked by at least six yards of rubble. I turn to my side full prepared to go back to the room and find another way out. Only that way's blocked too.

And I'm stuck in the middle, with no way out. At least there aren't any more detonators left to be set off.

I rest my back against the wall, barely even able to sit up, much less stand in what's left of this tunnel.

I look down at my shirt which is basically ruined due to all the rips and burns in it from running mindlessly through the fire. Breathing seems harder between all the dust and smoke I've inhaled in the past half hour or more, possibly less.

I let out a sigh and close my eyes leaning my head back against the wall behind me.

Those boys better have gotten out when they had the chance, I expect a thank you from them for saving their lives when I get out of here.

If I get out of here.

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