*half an hour ago in the cockpit *
I stormed to the cockpit, kinda angry at everything. Cause it just made me wake up.
Trust me, you DO NOT want to wake me up. Cause then I'll go Godzilla on you. I will.
And you will DEFINITELY NOT want me to become Godzilla.
Ok. Anyway. Moving on.
There were 2 people guarding the door and within 10 seconds, they were down. With slashes on their throats and thick red liquid oozed out of there.
Then, I opened the already damaged floor.
Seven.
That was how many men that were inside.
Shoot.
Not only am I alone, I also have no useful weapons for me to hit the targets from far. Let alone being able to kill all seven.
I looked around, and and managed to grab two guns with only five bullets in total.
Urgh. Why couldn't they have fully loaded guns? Also, once I shoot a bullet, it will attract the attention of the other members. This way, I wouldn't even be able to kill all, and I would still for in the process.
Sigh. What to do...
What to do...
In the end, I used the phone the agency gave and sent them a coded msg, letting them know oh the situation. Then I kinda drafted a small will and said some stuff to my dad.
Heyy I know it's kinda a bad time, but if I don't do it now, I won't ever be able to do it.