No Way Out
561 Words
The moment he stepped out of the hiding spot, the alarm’s wail pierced the silence.
Aiden was already moving, dragging Bianca behind him as they raced toward the side exit. It didn’t matter how they had been found out—what mattered was getting to the rendezvous alive.
Guards flooded out of doors, weapons raised. He shoved Bianca ahead of him as he swung up his pistol and squeezed the trigger. A clean shot to the nearest guard’s knee sent him crumpling with a scream.
“Don’t stop!” he snapped at her.
Bianca flinched but kept running, breathing hard. “How the hell do we get out of this?”
Aiden reloaded as he sprinted. “We make the way out.”
Bianca’s heart pounded. Last night’s quiet dominance was gone—this was the deadly assassin in full force. And for once, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see it.
A Battle on Two Fronts
Back-to-back, they fought. The odds were insane, but retreat was not an option. The exit was a gunshot and sprinting distance away.
Aiden twisted, shooting two men in the chest before spinning back to parry a blade aimed at Bianca’s throat.
She ducked, gripping the gun in her hands like it was the only solid thing in the world.
“Let’s hope so,” Aiden said.
Another shot from a higher platform grazed his arm.
They lunged through the side corridor, weaving in and out of gunfire. Aiden’s eyes flickered up—there was a second company at the hall’s other end.
If he took any misstep, a gun clipped into their path.
“Lisa.”
Aiden wasted no time.
Behind the cover obstruction, two other guards aimed at them. Gabriella and Bianca.
A Deadly Standoff
“Well, well, well,” said a smirking Aiden, his breath unsteady as five red dots trained back at him.
A second group had emerged from where the smoke was thick. Lisa’s blade spun in her palm, dripping in threat.
“Let me guess,” she drawled. “You shoot the wrong guard, and your girl here takes a bullet in the leg. I say we call this your final stand.”
Bianca flinched, but this wasn’t something she had the nerve to compete in, not now.
Aiden didn’t drop the weapon.
Playing his angle was an art, a tactic she’d seen often. They didn’t tilt the odds in his favor.
“You think you can just attempt?”
Silence.
Muscles tense, firm.
No More Running
Aiden forced back the instinct. The training kicked in. The shot behind a silver-plated plate, and then the situation changed.
He was on the attack.
The men responded, and for the first time in the chaos, he realized they had lost far more than he thought.
No more forward thoughts.
Bodies took advantage of the shift with another gunshot. It all narrowed to the next second.
But it was never a loss.
A bullet to one man, the others scrambled.
The hallway filled with static—shocking minds.
“Move,” Aiden barked, walking in Bianca’s spot and pulling her.
They ran through the haze until the exit blasted past.
He slammed the door shut behind them. They could run forever, almost.
Bianca reached for him.
She wasn’t weak.
But she was afraid.
And in this war, fear was a weapon too.
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