“Go go go!”
Taking out his Desert Eagle, he pushed Will forward. They didn’t have much time left. Behind them, heavy footsteps could be heard on the metal floor, counting down like a timed bomb.
“Raven! Take the hostages to the helicopter first! I’ll cover you!”
Shoving Will into Maxwell, he turned around and knelt down. His sight aligned on the door to the right. Anytime now.
Gripping the pistol in his hand, he waited for the inevitable clanging of the steel door opening.
5 seconds, 10, 15 seconds, nothing.
Sweat dripping down his brow, he anxiously waited for them to find him.
Behind him, a door swung open. He swung around and aimed. A young man. Wearing cut-offs and a hoodie.
“Put your hands up. Now.”
The young man obediently obeyed. Jishin frowned. There was something unusual. Was this a trap?
“Name.” ordered Jishin.
“Why are you here?”
“To tell you something.”
“There’s one more. She’s in the basement.”
“How do you know?”
“I’m part of them.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I don’t know.”
“…. how old is she?”
‘Why is she separated from the rest?”
“Who is she?”
“Some VIP’s girl.”
Jishin frowned again. This could be a trap. There was no fourth hostage in the briefing.
“Hawk, come in.”
“Hawk reporting in.”
“One sec. You there, Dan. What’s your last name?”
“Moore. Dan Moore.”
“Hawk, can you search up a certain Dan Moore?”
“… As much as I’m a hacker, there are about some 50 thousand Dan Moores around the world. Don’t even bother describing him.”
Jishin frowned a third time. Nothing more than a trap.
“Why don’t you go help her since you know?”
“I thought you people were heroes. I thought you were the guys who had the guts to do it. I can’t do it myself. I can’t.”
Jishin took out the blueprint of the warehouse.
“Where is she?”
“The boiler room. Left of the electrical room.”
Shoving the blueprint into his pocket, he holstered his Desert Eagle and pulled his ChayTac Intervention over his head.
“Well, then. I had better be off.”