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   Chapter 39 38. Not again

Agent 1 (Book 3) By Quidam13 Characters: 13219

Updated: 2018-11-10 00:44

Thirteen's POV

"Not again, " I quickly move between him and Sam, my body tense and daggers gripped tightly in my hands.

Jason raises his gun and fires several shots and I watch in shock as they don't even seem to faze him. Several hit him in the vest, two become embedded in the helmet and the guy doesn't even flinch. Instead, he turns towards Jason and charges.

I want to jump in and help Jason, but I can't leave Sam unguarded. I don't know if there are more than just this one running around the base.

"Jason!" I shout in warning as the guy pulls a long knife from his belt and slashes out. Jason manages to dodge and brings his knee up into the guy's stomach, but it's as if it doesn't faze him at all.

I watch as he punches Jason in the arm, right where Garrett had shot him earlier. Jason lets out a hiss of pain and staggers back. The guy reaches out and grabs hold of Jason's shoulders before throwing his head forward into his, headbutting him. Jason crumples to the floor, blood coming from an open wound on his head. He groans and grasps at his head, and just barely manages to throw his hands up and grab the guy's wrists before he brings the knife down into his chest.

I react. I run forward and throw myself into him, knocking him away from Jason and to the floor.

I roll out of the way before he can bring the knife down into my side, but I can't quite get away from him fast enough.

He grabs hold of my arm and pulls me back toward him. I swing one of the daggers at him and he brings his arm up to block it. I hear the clang of metal striking metal as the dagger connects with the metal arm plate.

I pull my legs up and kick him in his chest, knocking him away from me and I'm finally able to roll away and get back on my feet. I look first to Jason who's trying to pull himself back to his feet, and then to Sam who's still in the same position I left him.

I turn my attention back to the guy as he gets on his feet, pulling two more knives from his belt. My grip on the daggers tightens.

He comes at me quickly and I barely manage to dodge the first few swings. I can't get in any hits of my own, I can only dodge his. He swings out at me and I block it, but the knife still slices into my arm. I swing my dagger around full force and I'm able to stab him in his side. Right above his hip and just below the end of the bulletproof vest. He lets out a growl of pain and throws his hands out and me, throwing me back into the wall.

I hit the wall and fall to the floor on my hands and knees, getting to my feet quickly and jumping out of the way before he can strike me with his knife.

I swing the gold dagger back at him and he catches my wrist in his hand. His grip tightens and he twists, the dagger falling from my hand and hitting the floor with a clang.

I notice movement behind him a moment before there's a cracking and shattering as Jason swings a baton full force into the guy's helmet, cracking it and shattering the visor.

The guy curse and stumbles back, Jason swings the baton again and the guy catches it, giving Jason a kick to the chest that sends him falling back. He then turns toward Sam.

I push off from the wall where I was leaning and slam into the guy, throwing him into another wall. He swings his arm back around and I feel the blade of his knife slice into the side of my face before I can completely dodge it.

I grab hold of his arm and twist it behind his back before slamming him back into the wall in front of me. His leg swings back and collides with my shins and knocks me to the ground. My body protesting and aching at the fall.

I feel hands grabbing at collar and I'm lifted to my feet forcefully, before being slammed into the wall myself. But before he can do anything more to me his grip is suddenly gone and we're both falling to the floor as he's pulled down, Sam holding on to his ankle.

The guy then moves over Sam, starting to swing a knife down towards him. I struggle to get back to my feet, to help, but I know I'm not going to make it.

Just before the knife touches Sam, the guy is yanked away from behind, Jason slamming him back down on the floor, and beginning to throw punches.

I move so I'm between them and Sam, but there's nothing I can do at the moment without possibly hurting Jason. They're both rolling around throwing hits at each other and it's impossible to tell who's winning.

"Get. . . out of. . . here, " Sam says, his voice ragged and breathless.

I lean down next to him and shake my head. "No way, " I tell him. "I'm not leaving you behind."

There's a scream of pain my eyes fly back over to where the guy has dug a knife into Jason's already injured leg and is twisting it around.

I run toward him and wrap my arm around his neck from behind, tightening my hold as his hands fly up to try and pry my arm loose. I don't let up.

He gets to his feet and throws himself back into the wall, so I'm crushed between him and the wall. I grit my teeth as pain soars through my body but I don't let up on the hold I've got around his neck. Not even when I feel a knife get stabbed into my forearm. If anything, I tighten my hold further.

I feel him start to sway, start to weaken. And he gets all the more desperate to get me to let up on the hold I have around his throat. I'm slammed back into the wall too many times to count before he finally falls to his knees, my arm still wrapped around his throat, his fingers digging into my arm, trying to pry it loose.

I don't let go. Not even when he goes tumbling the rest of the way to the floor with me with him. I only let go when I can no longer feel his pulse beating against my arm.

I release my grip and push him away from me, rolling out of the way and slowly getting to my feet, a knife still stuck in my arm. I yank it out and toss it to the side and it clangs as it slides across the concrete floor.

I wipe some of the blood off of my face as I stare down at the crumpled form in front of me.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Jason questions, breathing heavily and clutching at his leg, pain and anger shining in his eyes.

I walk forward and remove what's left of the helmet from his head. I don't recognize the face of the man lying in front of me. I shake my head.

"I don't know, " I reply to Jason. "We ran into a couple of them before and they were damn hard to beat." I shake my head and turn back to him looking him over. "Stay alert, we have no idea if there are more of them running around in here."

I move to the door and pull at the handle, trying to open it. It doesn

't budge. "Dammit!" I slam my hand into the door. "It's locked from the outside."

Jason looks confused. "Lily and Chase wouldn't have locked us out."

I shake my head. "I'm not accusing them, " I say. "The doors are all hooked up to keypads. If I had to take a guess, I'd say Garrett auto locked all the doors leading out."

Jason looks over at Sam and then to the door. "Then what do we do?"

I pick up the gold dagger from the floor and slide it into my boot, my silver dagger going back into the sheath strapped to my side.

"We've got to find another way out." I look at Sam. "And quickly. Time isn't on our side." I turn my attention back to Jason. "How bad is your leg?"

He waves me off with a grimace on his face. "I'll manage."

I wince as I take in the gash on his head. "And your head?" I ask him.

He touches his fingers gently to the wound. "Well, I'm not seeing double or black spots so I'm thinking it probably looks worse than it is."

"Arguable, " I reply. I move back over to Sam.

"Maybe, " Jason starts and I turn my gaze to him. "You should find a way to unlock the doors. I don't think we should be moving him all that much. We don't know the extent of his condition."

"I'm. . . fine, " Sam mutters, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched in pain.

Jason looks doubtfully down at him. "You can barely talk in coherent sentences. You don't have a say in this, " He says flatly. Vaguely I hear Sam mutter something not all that nice to Jason. Jason ignores him, turning his attention back to me.

I shake my head. "I'm not going to leave you two unprotected while I go running around the base trying to find a way to unlock the doors. Sam can't defend himself right now and you're barely able to stand. No doubt you could take on Garrett's guards, but not another one of these guys if we come across them." I wave my hand at the dead guy on the floor.

Jason blows out at a sigh and nods, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knows I'm right. "Well, there's got to be something we can do. We can't just sit here-"

"Perhaps we could be of assistance?"

I turn my head to see Devin standing in the open doorway from the hallway. Zack shoves him aside to get around him and comes into the room as well.

Zack whistles as he eyes the dead guy on the floor and takes in all our injuries. "I can see we didn't miss much, " He says. I give him a flat look. He ignores it. "How many more are there?" He asks me.

I shake my head. "I don't know. So far as I know there was only the one, but these guys don't seem to travel alone, so I'd bet we can count at least one more."

Zack nods thoughtfully. "I didn't see any of them when I was running around the base." He turns to Devin. "Did you?"

Devin shakes his head. "Just a bunch of Garrett's guards. But he's got the base on lockdown. As far as I can tell, there's no longer any way out of here. Everything's locked. He could set fire to the base and burn us alive."

"No." Zack shakes his head. "Not his style. He likes to actually watch his victims die. Plus, he's not likely to set the base on fire since he's still stuck in here with us. He has a very high self-preservation instinct." His eyes narrow at Devin. "But that doesn't mean you should be giving him any ideas of what he could do."

Devin rolls his eyes at Zack. "Oh yes, " He says sarcastically. "I was going to march right up to Garrett and tell him he should roast us all alive while we're trapped in the base."

"Do either one of you think you could find a way to get this door open?" I ask, interrupting them.

Devin shrugs. "Maybe, but it's doubtful. The doors are all strong metal, fireproof, and bulletproof. Unless you're setting off a really large explosion, those doors aren't going to open easy. And setting off an explosion that big in the small quarters of this room would not be good for anyone who wishes to live through the explosion."

"See if you can get the door open, and make sure to guard Sam and Jason, " I tell them.

"Where are you going?" Zack questions.

"To try and find the control room. There's no doubt a way to unlock those doors, and Garrett's probably sitting there waiting. If you manage to get the door open, call me. Otherwise, I'll be working to try and get the lockdown lifted."

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Devin asks, worry shining in his eyes.

I look back at Sam and Jason. "They need your help. I'll make do. Focus on trying to get them out of here."

Devin nods. "Good luck."

I start off down the hallway. "You too, " I call over my shoulder.

I rush through the hallways, checking rooms as I go, looking for the control room. For a way to open the doors and get everyone the hell out of here.

The hallways are long and dark. No windows, and barely any light coming from the ceiling lights spaced out. But the room up ahead is shining light.

I slow my steps and creep forward on silent feet, my hand on the handle of my dagger. I stop outside the open doorway, my back against the wall to the side. I reach down and pull the gold dagger from my boot, clutching it firmly in my hands.

I can hear someone in the room. Someone typing on a computer and shuffling around. I wait silently, trying to figure out exactly how many people are in the room.

One, I determine. Just one.

I suck in a deep breath before moving into the open doorway, gold dagger in my hand. I stand in the open doorway and take in the room before me that's filled with computer screens and all sorts of other electrical equipment.

Garrett stands, leaning back against a desk, arms crossed over his chest and a deadly smile splayed across his lips.

"Pretty smart, wouldn't you say?" He asks tauntingly. "Trigger a lockdown so you'd have to come to me."

I shrug. "Considering how often you run away, I often do have to come to you."

I see a muscle in his jaw tick as he struggles to contain his anger. "You pulled quite the stunt, making Devin and Zack your little chess pieces."

I shrug as I take cautious steps toward him. "They played their parts well, " I tell him

He smiles darkly. "Yes, that they did. But now yeah won't be making it out of here alive. Pity, " He says mockingly. "That lockdown can only be lifted by me. And there's nothing you could do to make me do it."

I shrug nonchalantly. "I don't intend to make you lift the lockdown. I'll lift it myself."

I take a threatening step towards him and twirl the gold dagger around for him to see clearly. "I just came to give you a personal demonstration into what this one does."

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