Guards, and more.

The door of elevator opens revealing a large open room full of computers and various other electronics and monitors you can only guess at their function. The first thing your eyes are drawn to however are the trio of guards in body armor carrying submachine guns. They seem a bit surprised at your arrival and a pair of shots from your little pistol send him to the floor screaming, his arm and chest punctured by the tiny bullets. You swing your aim to the next guard as he begins to raise his gun, this time your aim is better as the pair of bullets slap home through his helmet dropping him silently to the floor. This gives the third guard time to react and he sends a stream of ammo into the elevator shaft as he leaps over a desk for cover. Jack, knowing any chance of silence gone, quiets the screaming guard with a single shot from her massive pistol. Turning to you with a wicked smile she adds, “Might as well put the toy away.”

“Yeah.” Is all you say as you drop the little pistol into your coat pocket and pull your rifle off of your back and slip into the room. You strain your ears and finally catch the sound of the guard calling for reinforcements. A burst of ammo later through the desk he was hiding behind, and even beyond deeper in the room ends his call. Quickly you spread out and look to be sure he is in fact taken care of, and a growing pool of blood answers your question for you. “We better make this quick.”

“Already on it. We have just over 2 minutes before we are supposed to plug in the device. Is anyone else here.” As she yells the last part you scan the room for a reaction. The two of you get completely silent and your eyes scan for the slightest movement. Then you see it, a thin cord is swaying slightly across the room. You close the distance in but a second and vault onto the desk.

A pretty young woman in a very stylish white business suit that you would almost guess was originally designed for a man, is on the floor trying to hide from the two of you, “Please don’t kill me.” She pleads as you instinctively raise your rifle to your shoulder. “If you let me live I can make you rich.” She adds almost shaking. You look into her pretty brown eyes, almost boyish features, with her short neat hair and very small breasts and for a second you almost can’t tell for sure if it is a woman or just a young boy.

“How are you going to make me rich?” You ask, realizing there is no way you can kill this defenseless person.

“I know the codes to get past the security of several companies. It is my job to make sure the computers are secure, I can break them wide open easily for you if you take me out of here.”

“Not a chance, I don’t need a prisoner.”

“You have to, or you might as well kill me now, there is no way they will believe your attack wasn’t somehow my idea if they find me alive here. Please I will do anything you say.”

Jack springs up behind you and almost leaps on your back, “What cha got here?” She looks down on the little girl or boy pleading for it’s life in front of you and smiles, “Cool a bargaining chip, can we keep her?”

“Fine, if you want her, you are responsible for keeping her from doing anything stupid or getting killed. Just stay close to me, I am guessing we are going to have a firefight to get out of here.” As if to illustrate what you said you see the elevator rise up to your floor and what looks like a small tank, armed with a camera and machine gun rolls out. Thankfully you have your rifle as you proceed to empty the clip into it before it explodes, sending the elevator screaming down several floors before you hear it’s emergency brakes scream as it comes to a stop. “I guess we take the stairs down.” You say with a shrug.

“No silly the roof.” Jack says slapping you on the ass. “My autocopter is already up there waiting for us.” She scoops up the girl on the floor and skips toward the stairwell. You race after her, quickly reloading, and the three of you race up the stairs. Soon you hear the footfalls of many guards below you and send a stream of armor piercing rounds down the shaft, impressed as you hear the moans and howls of at least one wounded guard. They obviously decide to be more cautious as their footsteps can no longer be heard. The door to the roof opens and you see a tiny helicopter waiting for you. “See just like I said.”

“Are you kidding we can’t even get in it.”

“No, we don’t ride in it.” She says with a giggle, “We hold on. It can’t take us far, but we can make it to your car easy.” The renewed pursuit behind you makes up your mind and soon you plunge off the edge of the roof in what can at best be described as a slowed fall. The three of you land with a thump, but none of you are injured. A short run later and you are in your car, your new passenger sitting on Jack’s lap, and being held quite close, as you speed off into the night. “So where are we going to spend the night?” She asks you, almost petting her new acquisition.