I spend 15 minutes trying to name this chapter and I just stuck with that ^ but enjoy!

I heard the metal groan as Ohm tried to get it open.

It's pretty heavy when you try to open it but light when you close it. I had trouble with it in the beginning of this job. It was a nice arm work-out for a long until I had gotten use to the weight of the door and open it it like it was just a normal ass door.

I aimed at his hand that was gripping the handle of the door.

"At least help me- FUCK" Midway through his sentence, I pulled the trigger and Ohm jumped back, the metal door closing again.

I walked towards the door but backed away when McQuaid's arms reaches through the small window frame.

"Get over here!" McQuaid grunted, trying to reach out further. I sighed and shook my head, feeling disappointed.

I bended down enough to where he couldn't reach and I pulled the handle down, locking it again. I went back towards the wall, leaning against it as McQuaid stared me down.

"You fucker!" Ohm shouted and my attention was brought back to him, ending the staring contest I was having with McQuaid.

Ohm stood up in the light and I could see the redness taking over the gray on his shirt as his bloody hand was pressed against, applying pressure.

This could give me advantage.

Ohm was facing me, glaring with rage in his eyes. I wouldn't blame him. I aimed the gun at him, wanting to be threatening.

No funny moves.

Ohm's light brown hair style was almost exactly like mine but doesn't look like it came from hell and back. Ohm was the same height as me, he had muscle, broad shoulders-

I seen a hand on Ohm's right shoulder. Looking at the right side of him, there was another figure.

It was like the figure knew that I noticed them and with perfect timing, they came into the bright light.

He was wearing a pink button up shirt with khakis pants with a slick back gelled hair.

"Get him off" The guy talked to Ohm. He had an accent, it wasn't exactly noticeable but his voice had hints of it. I couldn't tell what it was.

His hand fell from Ohm's shoulder as Ohm went back to the metal doors. Grunting as he tried to unlock the door.

"Alright, where's the rest of your crew?" The man questioned.

"Like I'm going to tell you. Are you that stupid?" I laughed.

"I'm giving you a choice. Are you stupid? Do you see the situation you're in? You should be dead by now" The man spoked.

"But I'm not and I don't need your choices." I snapped at him.

"You are stubborn, aren't you?" The man crossed his arms.

"Great observation. And you are wearing a pink shirt, aren't you?" I crossed my arms, mimicking his movements. He laughed.

"Look, we came to get some information. If we go back with none and you in a body bag. We are all going to be disappointed." The man sighed.

"You came to the wrong person. I came to have a drink not to deal with bright ass people waiting for someone to end their misery" I snarled.

"Your crew have animal masks, I don't think you should be talking" The man hissed.

"My crew?" I asked.

BBS? Do they think I'm with them?

"Don't play dumb, I seen the tapes from Eclipse Tower" The man smiled at me like he was proud that he got it all figured out.

Should I play along?

"I had business. What were y'all doing there?" I questioned.

"Business," The guy mocked me. "We both are going up against Night Crew for different reasons, of course but our objective is the same"

"Are you trying to become allies?" I scoffed. I couldn't say nothing negative about it since I did become allies with BBS but I highly doubt now that I'm even considered one. They might kill me on the spot...

There it is- that sour feeling again.

"With your crew and mine, we actually have a chance" The man suggested.

"They aren't my crew" I snapped. The guy looked surprised with my outburst until he grinned. "You and BBS plus the way y'all and them act as a team, all of you will be killed within a second. Watching out for each other is what will get you killed. All of you don't realize that until you do and it will be at the last second."

"Should you be saying that? Are you turning your back against your own crew? I never met someone with the guts to do so-"

I share the same blood as one.

"- for someone to turn their back on family-"

"Enough with all this 'family' crap!" I snarled, cutting him off.

I heard it already. "Family makes you strong" bullshit. It made me weak, I didn't move for days. Family leaves you behind to suffer for their disappearance. Revenge finally fuel me, revenge is the only reason I am alive today.

"GO GO GO" A voice yelled. Out of the corner, a group of people wearing pitch black uniforms that you can barely see and aiming gun with a red laser point.

Night Crew

"Shit, I though you were keeping them busy! We need backup now!" The man holding a finger up to his ear.

A loud noise set off and one of the soldiers fell to the ground . I turn to Ohm and he was holding a pistol, aiming while McQuaid was taking cover behind him.

Since when did he had a gun? Why didn't he use?

Soon enough, all I could heard was firing bullets and yelling.

"Nogla, Terroriser, get your asses over here!" I heard Cartoonz voice and that stupid hopeful feeling appeared again. My head snapped to the hallway, searching for something... anything when I got a glimpse of a blue hoodie reminding me of the first time I inferred with BBS.

Delirious.

I aimed the gun, shooting and moving through the 'other' gang making my escape as they were occupied. I stepped over a couple of dead bodies, almost tripping.

I felt something wrap around my foot, keeping me from taking another step. I looked down and saw a hand gripping my left ankle. It was connected to a soldier, their left hand was holding a knife with the intention to stab me.

I kneel down, putting a knee to their stomach and my feet of their right hand to keep them from moving. I wrapped my hand around their neck and my other hand twisted their wrist making the knife fall. I grabbed it and felt something fall right beside me.

I looked to my side seeing a new body on the ground. I looked over to see who had done it and Ohm was looking at me, nodding like he was answering my question.

I switched my attention to the soldier and their eyes looked like they were about to pop out, their face was bright purple. Their mouth was open, trying to revive air and they swarm under my weight like a fish out of water. Their hand with the broken wrist was grabbing my hand trying to free them from my grip but it was faulty.

I chuckled when they gave up, their eyes rolling back and their hand falling beside them, accepting a horrible death. I let go of their neck, hearing them gasp for air again and cough. Their eyes were looking straight at me with glee and hope,-

What I was looking for.

I stabbed them with their own knife right to their hand, seeing the life disappeared from their eyes as red began to flow out.

Smiling, I pulled the knife out and stood up, admiring my own work until a pressure was applied to my shoulder and a force was pulling me back.

In the corner of my eye, there was a hand on my shoulder. I swat my knife to the side and the guy quickly jumped back, dodging.

I ran and turned the corner where I heard the explosion, seeing a huge gap in the wall and Delirious standing right in the middle of it all-

so I turned the other way, ignoring that hopeful feeling just for that sour feeling to replaced it.
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