125 Count Of Three (1/2)

All my ammunition was packed and easily accessible, and I put a knife inside my boots just in case I need it. Michael frowned at me when I did, but I told him that it was for protection. He just shook his head and went back to loading the cartridges.

It was about four thirty in the morning when we started the operation. From what we could see, there was minor activity inside the building and a h.e.l.l lot of light; a clear indication of sloppy work.

”Ethan, take your position,” he commanded as soon as we were done. We were still on our base camp, but it was a mile away from the location. Ethan signalled to the five others who would be hidden along the perimeter and called on when needed. ”Don't die,” Michael barked at them as they went off. We knew that we were up next.

He checked his gun one last time before we trudged towards the direction they had gone in. There was barely any light and it was difficult to see where we were going. We kept close; close enough that we could feel the other's body heat and react accordingly. We didn't utter a word as we moved forward. We stopped right behind Ethan, who would be covering us. We were a good two hundred meters from the entrance to the building, and with little to no s.p.a.ce to get cover, I was a little worried. We sat there for a while as it got lighted a little more, and sighed in relief when we saw the creepy glow from the rooftop. It was so low that it could have only been one of the snipers indulging in a smoke. I sighed in relief.

”You ready?” he whispered into my ears. I nodded and prepared myself for the run. ”Go.” And I ran.

My footsteps made no sound, but I could see a head peeping from behind the parapet of the ceiling. s.h.i.+t.

A shot whizzed past me as I ran. Others followed. I heard indistinct sounds of falling from above and knew that Ethan was doing his job properly, maybe Michael was already p.i.s.sed off enough to take out a few as well.

I was determined as to not stop. I knew, eventually, it would either come to me being shot or all of them dying. I sincerely hoped that it would be the latter. It was then I felt one errant shot graze past my leg.

Holy s.h.i.+t. Barely survived that. The sc.r.a.pe didn't hurt much, but I could feel a plan forming in my mind. The closer I got, the easier they will be able to shoot, and I will use that to my advantage. From the general direction of the shooting, there is probably only one shooter left.

It's now or never, Mia. I told myself. Another shot came minutely close to me and I dropped. Like a sack of potatoes, I waited there for a few seconds in whom I knew the c.o.c.ky sniper would peep out of his hiding place and become visible to my minions. When I heard the dull thud coming from above me, I manoeuvred my legs under me and sat in a crouch. With one look back, I saw that Michael had his gun pointed to the roof. I smiled and closed the gap between the entrance and myself.

I peeked inside and saw that most of the men were huddled in the centre, chatting and napping. I was thankful for the silencers. Being met with an ambus.h.i.+ng party might have been an exciting idea, but no one wants to be welcomed with a shower of bullets. I signalled behind me to let them know that I was going inside and then slithered into the room. From what I could see, there were about seven men on this floor.