Riley
We all step out into the large space between the nearest brick wall and the apartment. Out of one car, steps Alis.
"Bloody traitor!" Reg yells. Alis laughs a little. Marcello stepps out as well. About six specail ops step out of a van. They had learned from their mistake before, and wouldn't make it again. Alis crouches. Her eyes are locked on me. I know I am the first she will fight. And I will most likely loose.
"No questions, just attack." Marcello says. Alis leaps first. I take out my gun, shoot, and miss when she dodges. I cuss, and try again.
"You won't win this with a gun, Riley." Alis says. For a second, the chaos around me seems to freeze. I pocket my gun, and hold up a fist. We both lunge at the same time. Before long she has me on the ground, hands around my neck. She begins to tighten her grip, but James throws her off me. I nodd my thanks. We both spend five minute wresleing her, until finnaly I knock her out cold.
I turn around. The rest of the fighting has stopped. Marcello lies in a bloody heap on the ground, as do the other officers. Everyone is covered in blood, hopefully not there own. They are all alive.
"We did it." I say.
Bree
I finish the guard off by stabbing a kife through his heart. It comes out covered in blood. Gross. This would never come out of this shirt! I push him off me, and turn to see if anyone needs help. I watch Marcello hold a gun to Regs head, and set it in place. I whip out my gun, and watch as Marcello crumples to the floor.
"That's for lieing to us." I mumble under my breath. I shoot one more officer, then look around to realize the rest are all dead.
"We did it." Riley says.
"Alis isn't dead, she's moving." I inform her.
"Let 'er die." Reg spits. Everyone walks inside, but me.
"No." I say. Riley sighs. I rip a section of my shirt off and wrap it around alis's badly bleeding leg. It seems to be her worst injury, that I can see, anyway.
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