The voice belonged to Johnathan Timothy.
We proceed into the arms room, taking back our weapons and ammunition. Other than what belonged to us, the room is stark with not another weapon in it apart from some knives and a sword or two. They must keep all other guns with the guards.
We clean the room out of its contents, ready and willing to get out of this place. We come out into yet another hallway, but this time, it is familiar, we are just a few yards away from the silent, glass tunnel.
“Ahead of us are the offices,” I huff out of breath, holding my AK-47 at the ready.
We run over the glass walkway when the first shot rings out. The silencers made the shot hard to detect, but the whooshing of the wind created by its speed and the contact with the wall it made were a clear indication that we were being shot at. Glass breaks in all directions from the soundless all-glass and mirrored bridge walkway, including the floor.
The floor begins to crack as we run over it, pieces of it dropping to the ground of the great white common room below us. I allow Jake, my mom, and Dia to pass by me as I cover them from behind, sending random shots towards the oncoming guards. There are still five or more guards running our way with guns of their own trying to discourage our escape.
I am happy to have my gun back.
Dia lets out a scream as a bullet buzzes between her and my mom.
We have reached the door to the wall of offices. Bodies of guards lay all around, some shot, some with knife holes in them. The others must have made it before us. I take out the five guards coming our way, but there are even more running in the distance. They pause for a moment at the broken glass, where the floor has fallen out of the glass bridge, but it is sure to not hold them off for long. They attempt to shoot towards us, with little to no accuracy. To be on the safe side, I take out the rest of the glass walkway for good measure. That should buy us a little time.
The four of us run into the office of President of The Facility R. J. Timothy III. I am thrilled to see that all the members of our family have made it to our meeting place.
Magi and Zac have broken the glass from the window leading out to the stadium. Jake and I hand weapons out to the remaining members of our group. Afterwards, I bend down to Dia, handing her my stark white colt 45, still beyond happy to have my automatic back.
“This is a Colt 45 Dia,” I whisper. “This is how you load the ammo.” I show her as I go. “This is safety on, and this is how you take the safety off. Aim it at that picture, Dia.”
Our mom gives me a look but chooses to not say a word.
“I can’t do it,” Dia cries.
“Yes, you can, sweetie, now aim it at that picture.”
She picks the gun up with her chubby hands, aiming it at the photo of R. J. Timothy III.
“Breathe in,” I say, “aim, breathe out, pull the trigger,”
My little sister does as I say, putting a hole in the president’s forehead.
Too bad it was just a picture.
I stand up, handing Nel one of the small guns, hoping she took a lesson from Dia. At least now I can be happy that everyone has some sort of way of defending themselves. As I look at the others, I see Samantha is with them, she is unbound. I smile at her, but then I also see Robert is with them too, also unbound.
“Hello Elizabeth,” my father says in his husky voice.
I choose to ignore him.
My stomach drops, what in the world makes them think this man doesn’t need to be tied up.
“Later,” my brother huffs at me as he lowers Mar down on a rope they had gotten from somewhere I was un aware of.
We are on the second level of the building, but there is a row of stadium seats down below. It is a long drop, but with the rope, we might be able to make it. Jake and I are the last ones in the room. We push the large desk in front of the door, hoping to fend off guards, but they try their hardest to get in.
From below, I see guards rushing in on the others. Dia raises her gun, narrowly missing the first guard. She takes another shot, but this time it doesn’t miss. Our group easily takes them out, one guard at a time.
“It’s your turn,” Jake says, breathlessly.
I don’t waste another minute, I throw my AK-47 over my shoulder, lowering myself to the ground. When I hit the level below me, I look up to make sure Jake has made it onto the rope. Following my group, we run down onto the green of the stadium floor, Jake not far behind me.
Bullets fly all around us as we run towards the opening we came into. The guards on either side of the door have already been taken down, their guns being picked up as Shawn and Leah run by them.
Another shot rings out from somewhere above us. I spin around to see someone leaning out of the window we had just came out of. Dia, being the brave girl she is, stops, looks up, and aims her small gun at the figure.
“Run,” I yell towards her as I take her place. She does
