Brooklyn ~88~

                                    

                                          
Wherever we were, it was dark and underground. I hadn't even realized it when we went under. Scratch that, I didn't even know there was an underground. 
We drove through a tunnel, small dim lights on the walls guiding us through. We reached a security post where four muscular men shined flashlights into the car. Seeing Zachary and Callan first and then me. They put their hands on their guns when they saw me but Callan glared at them and told them to use their brains a little. 
They relaxed a little but one of them eyed me cautiously. I eyed him back, not backing down. He sighed and looked away before nodding at the others and letting us through. It was like a whole new world under here. The tunnel turned into a giant parking lot. There were tons of cars, some had police marks on them, others were military-grade, and some looked like taxis.
"When we get in there, don't talk to anyone. The less you know about anyone the better. You're gonna stay in Atticus's office. It's the most heavily guarded room there." Callan explained, parking the car and getting out, opening the trunk, and taking out some clothes. 
I helped Zachary out, smiling softly when he started acting dramatic and pretending to faint. He was trying to lighten the mood and I appreciated that more than anything. Callan hands me the clothes and tells me to put them on. I pull on the sweatpants and shirt over my pajamas. They lead me into the base, telling me to keep my eyes down. 
When we entered I immediately heard people shouting at one another, people running past us, and guns shooting. The sounds of the shots were almost rhythmic, a clear sign that it was a shooting range. 
Zachary parted ways with us after kissing my head softly. Callan opened a door to somewhere with his hand and then another. Finally, opening the last door with his palm and eye, he opened the door to reveal a luxurious office. Dark mahogany wood accented by marble patterns. I tear up a little. 
It smelt like him. 
"There's a gun under the table. Use it if you have to. Brooklyn, look at me," Callan turned me to look at him, his eyes gentle. "Do not be afraid to kill. Brooklyn listen to me. If worst goes to worst, you're going to need to kill. Because they won't hesitate to take your life." 
"I know... I know. Just keep me updated, please... you have my phone." I say, putting my cold hands up his shirt for warmth. It was a habit I had ever since he put his freezing toes on my back. 
He takes out my phone and places it on the desk, kissing my forehead gently and then my lips. I smile at him when he pulls away. 
"Please be careful." I whisper softly. He nods and kisses my forehead again before backing up. 
"You too. I'll come for you when everything clears over. Try and get some rest." He says before leaving. I could hear about 5 locks sliding into place after he closed the door. I sigh and sit in the chair behind the desk, scrolling on my phone to pass the time. I ended up dozing off in the chair, only waking up a few hours later when my phone started ringing. 
"Callan?" I answer the phone, hearing shouts and shots in the background. It sounded like he was running. 
"They found the base, angel. Stay where you are. Only Zach and I can access the room you're in. Please for the love of everything holy stay there." He says, his tone a little panicked. I could hear him shooting. "If you can, hide. If anyone does manage to enter, they'll go for the file cabinet. Don't worry about it, prioritize your life."
"Please be careful, Callan. I'll be safe." I say, getting out of the chair and fixing it so that it looks untouched. I scan the room for a hiding spot. "What's in the crawlspace behind the bookshelf?"
"There's a crawlspace?" He asked confused. I sighed and walked over to it. The bookshelf moved easily, allowing me to open the hidden door. It was empty. I immediately crawled in and fixed the bookshelf as well as I could. I was so happy that the door went inward and not out. "You hidden?"
"Yeah. Please be careful. Text me when you come for me." I say, hanging up after he confirms. Now I had to wait out the storm. Minutes seemed to turn into hours, the crawlspace was cramped but manageable. 
My heart dropped to my stomach and my lungs froze. The door to the office was burst open, the sound of heavy boots walking in. It had to be at least 4 or 5 people. I heard muffled voices before the sound of the file cabinet opening sounded through the room. That's when a pair of boots came closer to the bookshelf. 
The bookshelf moved and the door to the crawl space started to open. I grab the gun and point it at the entrance. The second it opened fully, another person entered the office, shooting the guys. I shot the man who had found me, watching him drop to the ground. The man who shot everyone pointed the gun at me, making me raise my hands. 
"You're with the archangels?" He asked, his eyes narrowed. I guess the archangels are Cal and Zach. I nod slowly. He walks over and helps me out of the crawlspace. 
"Everest is down." He says, leading me out of the room, his gun high and his back guarding me. My heart drops when I register what he says. "We got him hiding, he's still alive."
"I want to see him-" I start but he cuts me off by shooting the people coming our way.
"You see the gun you're holding? Make yourself useful and use it." He says harshly. I raise the gun, ready to shoot. We reached a spot where there was a fork in the road. He presses my back to the wall and his to the opposite one, nodding his head at me. I watch him look around the corner. Doing the same thing, I look down my corner, seeing two people walk towards us. 
I could immediately tell they were the enemy from the panther face engraved on their jacket sleeves. I shoot them down quickly, emptying three bullets into each one of them. 
"Don't waste your bullets. Just aim for their heads." The guy says, making my heart stutter with anxiety. I nod and continue to follow him. We walk down a dark hallway, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I almost scream when the guy beside me drops dead in front of me, the sound of a gun ringing through my ears. I immediately shoot the guy in front of us, aiming for his head but hitting his throat. He drops and thrashes on the floor. 
I try not to look at him, picking up the guy's gun to use as backup. I rush down the hallway to find a place to hide, realizing I left my phone back in the office. I run into a group of men, their eyes immediately falling on me. 
"Well, would you look at that? It's their little playtoy. What are you doing here, little bunny?" One of them says, slowly stalking towards me. I ran away, shooting backward in hopes I shot some of them. I ran down a different hallway, turning around to see if they were still following me. I see one of them grinning, slowly walking down the hallway. 
"Quite the brave one. Have you seen the state your body is in?" He chuckles darkly, gesturing to my body with his hand. I look down, seeing the shirt I wore stained red with my blood. The adrenaline completely blocking out the pain. I look back at him and raise my gun. I watch his eyes widen and his footsteps falter. He raises his hand to his ear before running away. "The archangel is back. I repeat, the archangel is back."
The archangel? Zachary!
Before I could turn around, his hand wrapped around my throat and he gently kissed the back of my head. 
"My knight in shining armor." He whispers. My heart completely falters at his voice, my eyes watering. 
This wasn't Zachary.
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I love being a writer cause I can do this tomfoolery. Did you cry? I hope so. ;)
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