Blaise Taylor
Without a weapon to hand, I stumbled down corridors hurriedly looking for Aidan.
I held my hand to my stomach as the pain from my stab wound was sharp, while my tightened belt slowly created a numbness.
I was bumping into walls as my head grew lighter, but the worry of not knowing what was happening to Aidan kept me going.
There were no screams like I had followed to find him previously at the Russian base. There were no gun shots or blood. I could not find Aidan.
"Aidan?" The sound of my quiet, croaking voice made my whole-body shudder.
As I spoke, I heard footsteps behind me in response and I turned in time to be forcefully kicked in the chest.
I tumbled to the floor, my head growing increasingly dizzy as I lost more blood.
I squinted my eyes to make out who
