It was the first fortnight of the month, the moon was down, and the night sky was covered with a thin blanket of night stars. Metal rantings were heard through the building as Royota moved across the thin platforms. Behind him, a group of ten or so individuals dressed in black coats followed him, pointing their guns to fire whenever there was a single frame where Ryota took a pause.
About Six days had passed since He had proposed to Bria. Much had not changed, leaving that the two were more talkative and were now being used to perform dual missions.
"Leonidas comes in," Bria said as she pointed her sniper on the roof near the building. She aimed the sights on Royota giving off a slight blush.
On the other side, Royota waited, patting off as he was surrounded. He was standing on the platform straight above the outdoor stairs, more than triple the height where he could survive by jumping. The only way we could move down to the ground was by the stairs. But switching places from the platform to the stairs could put him in a huge cover fire, especially now, where he was surrounded. 'Bria! I am waiting for it!' he said in his mind, unbuckling his shirt up to the two lower buttons.
Surrounded still, known of the guards dared to fire a bullet from their guns. None were aware of Bria but were more unaware of the reason Royota was in the building at this hour. The men were ready to start a full-on gunshot on Royota, whenever he would take a foot up or down. Two on my right, three on my back and six in front of me. Ryota said as he took a backstab, which would probably have been his greatest mistake.
There were missions in the underworld, which could be done with nothing but a minute but there were also some missions which could make up a head least if you went down a path at the wrong time. Royota for most of the time, was pretty much the perfect spy, but there were times when for some reason he acted lackluster, resulting in backgrounds such as these, but this time it was different, he had a Norwegian Sniper looking out for him.
As Royota took a step back, bullets fired on him, leaving a smoke trail behind them, along with sparks that showered and benched along the long plains of the platform. Royota was expected to die, those were the guards though, but for another reason the only thing that they knew this that one of the guards on his right was blacked off, daggers pierced in his neck. The guard with the now dead guard moved out, firing another bullet at Royota. Only one of the remaining nine guards had noticed him, a welcome celebration. Royota took no time to swirl off and place the dead body of the guard in front of him, blocking the incoming barrage of bullets from the guard. By the time the others had realised what had happened Royota had taken another one of the guards. Now the remaining eight guards had taken notice.
Panick was inside when Royota took a dash towards the guards on his back. In a while, a sniper bullet came across the head of one of the six guards in front of Royota.
The bullet grazed the eyes of the first guard in line in afterimages, when no later the last of the six guards was shot in the head, squeaking blood from the cranium. Sensing one of them had died, each one of them took a pause, falling back behind the turn of the corner. Bria didn't have an absolute sight of them, but she didn't have to worry about them. It wasn't going to be long, when one of the guards would be foolish enough to peak through the corner, in hopes of getting a chance at Royota. But instead, he was met with a gaping hole in his head.
Ryota on the back had an even fun time, killing the helpless guards who took time to notice Royota pouncing upon them. Slash in Slash, each getting one. Royota hadn't killed any of the three but instead injured them too time. Bria had done her work enough, enough so that Royota was able to jump to the stairs, where he made a getaway down to the fifth floor, from where he could jump to the ground, running away like a coward on a big steal.
"Leonidas, no! Royota, come in." Bria yelled up, keeping the sniper pulled up upon the remaining four guards, Royota didn't respond, nor had a thought to respond. Bria pulled her sniper down trying to find the getaway that Royota used to turn over. No matter how far she looked, no matter how many layers of thermal cameras she used, there was just no way he could be found out. Things weren't looking too good now.
*
In the worst case, they could have a set of twenty men on the ground, ready to puff Royota with bullets. But if there were, then she would have taken note of them way earlier. If this was not the case, then what must have happened?
Probably he was shot, but again he wears the Suzuki chainmail. No matter how much I thought I couldn't come up with a reason where Ryota may have gone. Things aren't looking too good for us, now do they? I said to myself, drawing my hand back to the guard gun, about to make up a turnover.
I hitched up, and turned over in an instant, as I felt a Shadowy figure behind me. "Turn In" I screamed in an oddly loud voice, pointing my Luger LCP Pistol to the shadow, keeping my sniper straight in loaded, if required for another last shot. To my surprise, there was not a soul behind me. "Seriously this, all is getting out of business." I said to myself, numbing my finger.
Going to take another shot at the guards, for some reason I said to myself. I felt a tight pull towards my head, with arms covering my eyes, almost ripping my sights to sheds.
*
I pulled Bria back to me, my hands still covering her eyes. I backed her, keeping her tight, as I slammed her on the ground. "Got too much in you," I said, screaming in her ears.
"Ryota!" Bria screamed, delivering an unintentional punch to my crotch.
"Bria, you had to do that," I said to her, but what I witnessed sent a shock through the multiverse.
Typically, Bria donned snug blue shorts paired with a sleeveless white shirt covered by a grey coat. She wore guards on her shoulders and caps with a holster on her right thigh. However, it wasn't her look that startled me, but rather the current state of Bria and her attire. Unbelievably, Bria had wet herself. Her once-blue shorts were gradually adopting a darker hue, a puddle forming beneath her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot and teary. Clutching the grip of her Luger LCP, her hand trembled tightly.