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deannawolTitle: Dreaming in Cordite
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Artist Name:sandrainthesun
Genre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sam Ferris, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Various Others.
Rating: 18 Overall – Sexual situations, graphic violence in places and adult language
Warnings: Slash (M/M) relationship, oral sex, violence, off-screen death of a non J2 character.
Word Count: ~51,000
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Jensen tugged at the collar of his white shirt, pulling the starched material away from his skin. Lousy monkey suits but damned if people's eyes didn't just slide off him. He slid the security card through the reader, holding his breath as he waited for the green light. The door opened silently allowing him to slip through. Two security guards stood chatting at the end of the corridor, their backs to him. With quiet steps, he kept close to the wall, his eyes not leaving the two men. He turned the corner and started walking normally, hoping that he looked like any other guard on a routine security round.
The elevator wasn't far away. End of the corridor and on the left. Fifty yards, maybe less. And no guards between him and his goal. Uncomplicated. Just how he liked it. He moved forward, cradling his Minami-10 sub-machine gun in his arms. Twin Colts sat at his hips, one filled with low-calibre bullets that would have a hard time penetrating even ganger armour, and one filled with his usual fare, high-explosive, armour piercing rounds. Add in the Beretta sitting in the holster around his ankle and the hidden knives, he was ready for anything that Kane could throw at him. At least, he hoped so. Padalecki security was well armed but all their crap was legal, had to be. Jensen didn’t have that particular limitation.
Pressing the button on the elevator, he watched the light panel above his head count down the floors. It was ghosting past three when the first shriek of gunfire sounded from the lobby. Too fucking early. Must have meant that the guards had clocked him. He hesitated, feeling the pull to stand by his brother, but that would go against the plan. He knew that Josh could watch his own back and run them a hell of a chase while he slipped upstairs.
The lift pinged as it arrived. Jensen ducked his head as an older man came out of the lift, gun already unholstered. The man paused for a second, looking Jensen up and down. Jensen tensed, trigger finger itching. He'd been hoping they could keep the body count down. Was he waiting for a symbol, some weird handshake? He looked up. The man was scruffy but turned out well. Top of the range armour and weaponry stood out against the stubbled cheeks and finger tossed hair. He carried himself like a fighter, coiled muscle and barely contained energy. Jensen watched him carefully, not engaging him or making any threatening gestures.
The man looked him up and down, “Don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“I'm new. First shift.” Jensen smiled, projecting good ole boy charm.
He nodded. "Penthouse is floor fifty two, not fifty three. Alpha and Beta should be in the den." The man grinned, eyes twinkling as he added, "And if you see a woman coming at you with a rolling pin... Duck!"
Jensen didn’t even twitch as he man walked past him and turned towards the lobby. Jensen stepped into the lift, finally allowing himself to take a breath and relax. He'd been made but instead of getting shot, he'd gotten advice. The fuck?
He looked at the row of buttons lined up along the side of the lift and saw the number fifty three standing out in stark contrast to the others. It was burnished steel as opposed to the backlit plastic of the other buttons. Beside it was a card slot with 'authorised staff only' carved out in the metal surface. Everything that he expected the assess point to the penthouse to be. The floor plans had been identical for the two floors, no differences. He'd assumed a two floor layout but now he wasn't too sure. Could it be that one level was a decoy filled with more guns than an army storeroom? Could the man be fucking with him?
Taking a deep breath, Jensen stopped and worked through his options. Alpha and Beta the man had said. Two targets, the two Padalecki kids. Code phrases, like radio chatter. Ex-mil, which means that he was telling him where to find the targets.
Christ, he could stand here all night and not do a thing or he could pull his finger out of his ass and press a button.
Jensen moved to the panel and put his finger on the push button for floor fifty two. Closing his eyes, he pressed the button. There was a soft snickt sound. Jensen opened one eye cautiously and then the other. A small panel had swung free with a key card slot. Jensen pulled the security card free and swiped it. The indicator flashed green, the panel sliding closed along with the elevator doors. Another second and he was on his way.
Fifty.
Jensen pulled the Minami-10 up and double-checked the mechanism as he rose through the floors. It was good, clean and had a full clip. He flipped the safety off and let the livewires click in to the stock.
Fifty-one.
The sights of the gun slid across his view, overlaying what he was seeing. The bullet count showed in the top corner of his vision. Locked and loaded, he was ready to go. He still didn't know if he was heading for his doom or for something worse but damnit he was ready either way.
Fifty-two.
Bing!
Jensen took what little shelter he could from the panels beside the door. Ducking out, he checked the hallway before diving back flat against the panel. There was nothing there that he could see. Cautiously, he stepped out of the lift. He moved until his back was to one of the red corridor walls and listened.
The soft snicker of laughter coupled with music could be heard from somewhere down the corridor. Jensen tilted his head, letting the auto-filters sort out the different sounds. Laughter, some natural, some coming from a TV probably. Just at the edge of his awareness, he could hear a faint clunk-click, clunk-click, clunk-click that worried him. Turning down the heightened senses, he moved away from the laughter and towards the second sound. Stepping with exaggerated care, he made his way down the corridor. He swapped sides once, twice to avoid the overpriced tables filled with too many potential problems. The sound was louder now. Real slow but rhythmic.
Step by silent step, Jensen made his way closer. He let the barrel of the gun twitch around the door first, using the barrel mounted camera to give him a view of the room. A single man sat in the room, his back to Jensen. Dozens of monitors sprawled out in front of him, but the only one that he seemed interested in was the one showing the Dolphins vs. the Patriots. He man was sitting back in his chair, gun on the desk in front of him. Jensen focused in on the gun. It was a cheap Sig, not loaded. He could still hear the clunk-click, clunk-click, clunk-click.
It was too late when the man noticed Jensen’s arm around his throat, cutting off the guard’s air. As he crumbled to the ground, Jensen heard the clatter of the Sig's magazine fall along with the bullets the man had been loading into it.
A flash of colour caught his eye and he spun as something came crashing down on his shoulder.
"The hell?" Jensen swore, dodging to get his back against the wall.
"Not gonna let any goddamned scum like you near my babies," the woman spat, arm pulling back for another swing.
Jensen moved like lightning. He caught her arm, spinning her into his body. He dropped the machine gun to hang from it's strap. One hand covered her mouth, the other holding he against him.
"Who in their right mind attacks someone with a... a rolling pin?" Jensen asked.
Her teeth found the meat of his hand. Jensen pulled his hand back, checking for blood.
"You let me go this instant, you bastard," the woman cursed, "Fight me like a proper man, or can you only kill children?"
"Lady, you aren't making this easy. My momma always told me that hitting a woman was a sin worse than murder unless you couldn't get through to her any other way." Jensen shifted slightly, "Now, you're edging mighty close to the bits where I get to hit you and my momma don't get to give out to me."
The woman wiggled and squirmed against him, kicking and biting for all she was worth. Biting his tongue, Jensen held in a scream as her high heeled shoe connected with his shin.
"Lady, you gotta listen up or I guarantee this is going end badly. I'm not here to kill anyone. I've been hired to, well, kidnap the two Padalecki kids..."
The woman struggled harder at this, starting to curse his parentage, his bedroom skills and the size of his weaponry.
Jensen rolled his eyes and pulled her tighter against him, "Listen to me! I'm here to take them before the merc who's here to kill them gets up here. I'm on your fucking side."
That silenced the woman.
"You're going to get them somewhere safe?" she asked, the barest trace of hope seeping into her voice.
"Gonna get them away from here anyway," Jensen decided to take a chance and loosened his grip on the boisterous woman.
"You swear? On your momma's life?" The woman demanded, stopping her struggles.
"I swear on my momma's life. I ain't here to hurt them and I'll do my best to help." Jensen loosened his grip and tried to sound sincere.
"Well why didn't you just say that at the start, you damned fool," she asked, breaking free of his hold and turning to slap him on the chest.
Jensen sighed, "Should I have said it before you blindsided me or should I have waited until you broke my head open?"
The woman had the good graces to look a little embarrassed but got over it quickly. "Well, ain't like you went and announced yourself when you snuck into the place."
Jensen grinned involuntarily and took another look at the crazy woman. Before him stood a tall woman, older than him, with just longer than shoulder length brown hair and fierce eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans but carried it as if it was a high class business suit. Her mouth was set in a hard line as she took his measure. She was all ruthless efficiency and hard lines, and in that instant he didn't know whether she was more or less scary than his own mother on a rampage.
"You got a name, Mr Good Guy?"
"Winchester," Jensen shook his head and pulled the Minami-10 back into his arms. Honestly, he had to admit that he felt a little safer with it between himself and the brunette. With a thought, the livewires clicked back in and suddenly, she was front and centre in his active targeting, which was a little too accurate.
"Sam Ferris," she introduced herself. "So you gonna stand around here yammerin', or are you gonna get to kidnappin', Mister Winchester?"
Jensen shrugged and moved past her. He paused in the doorway and looked both ways, dialling up his hearing, listening for any stray sounds. Satisfied that nothing was about to blow his head off, he crept forward, still keeping his back to the wall. Sam didn't follow his cautious lead, choosing instead to walk down the middle of the corridor. Jensen hissed and waved at her to stand behind him while he made sure that everything was clear but she was having none of it.
He was just past the elevator when she disappeared into a side room. Cursing, Jensen hurried his pace until he could see her again. The room was a bedroom, pretty and pink and so filled with bears and tech that there was almost no room for Miss Ferris.
"Just gonna throw some things into a bag for the kids. I’ll be right behind you," she shooed him out with a gesture.
Jensen looked from her to the door and back again.
"Okay, okay, but nothing more than they can carry," he replied. He bent down to unstrap the gun from his ankle. Holding it out to the older woman, he asked, "You know how to fire a gun?"
She smirked, "I've been known to hit a can or two on the range."
He took a quick scan of her arms but there were no ports, "It's modified but there shouldn't be any problems. Safety's at the back, make sure it's on unless you actually wanna shoot someone."
"And you walk by putting one foot in front of the other," Sam rolled her eyes. "You go get my babies, I'll get their packs ready."
Jensen didn't argue with the woman, just turned and made his way down the corridor. He could still hear laughing voices and the sound of the TV blaring. He moved quickly but carefully. He was almost to the den door when a bing behind him made him turn back towards the elevator. Figures dressed in black with balaclava covered faces poured out of the lift. Two, four, six men all armed with high powered machine guns. Ah shit. Jensen didn't hesitate, just ducked into the nearest alcove, his own submachine gun barking out as he aimed and fired at the bastards.
They ducked sideways as they opened fire filling the hallway with more bullets. Jensen swore. Extra contractors, fan-fucking-tastic. This was a complication that he'd half expected but hoped wouldn't happen. Kane wasn't taking any chances this time. Ducking low, Jensen flattened himself down as low as possible and stuck the barrel of the gun around the corner. He could see the guards sneaking forward. Sighting carefully, he aimed high and pulled the trigger. The first of the men flew backwards in a spray of red and the rest scattered, shouting contradicting commands at each other. He smiled. They may been equipped but they weren't used to working together and he could use that to his advantage.
Reaching back, he pulled some loose change from his pocket. Flinging his arm forward, he tossed the coins towards the men. Sure enough, one of them looked around, making himself visible. Jensen took the shot and another fell. Another volley of shots rang out, embedding themselves in the plaster above his head. Dust floated down but Jensen was already up and running. Throwing himself across the hallway, Jensen laid down cover fire, pinning his opponents against the wall. Pressing the advantage, Jensen took a deep breath and sprinted towards them. He felt a bullet bang against the armour plate in his jacket. It snapped him back a little but he was running on pure adrenaline. Flicking to full auto, Jensen sprayed the walls and subsequently the men, with bullets. Deliberately aiming high, he caught the first in the throat, shredding the flesh until it was little more than ribbons. The second hit was higher. Jensen could feel the blowback of fine droplets on his face. He flinched slightly and missed the third.
The guards took their chances and opened up on Jensen. Jensen spun, letting them hit the back of his jacket. He checked the ammo counter on the Minami-10. Two rounds left in the magazine. Clicking free, Jensen dropped the gun and pulled out the Colt with the explosive rounds. Jensen turned again, risking a fatal shot as he fired. Two shots, two hits mid-chest. The explosives flared on contact as they worked their way through the insert plate, melting the ceramics before burrowing deeper. The man screamed and buckled as he clutched his chest, clawing frantically at the melted outer coating of Kevlar. Jensen couldn't watch his struggles and fired once more.
Jensen surveyed the hallway. Five down, just one more to go and no sign of him. The ping of the elevator door sounded, piercingly loud in the sudden silence.
"Shit."
The man was on his way back down. Probably to get reinforcements. Just what Jensen needed.
"Miss Ferris, get your shit together," Jensen called, "and get your butt in gear. We gotta get moving now!"
He ran to the door at the end of the hallway and threw it open. Something crashed against the wall beside him. Reflexively, he ducked, gun coming up to track the room. Two people hidden behind the sofa but no one else. One male, late teens/early twenties. One female, early teens and wearing far too much pink. Jensen put up his gun and extended his free hand to the boy.
"Come with me if you want to live," The kid gaped at him, taking in the blood and the still smoking gun. Jensen's green eyes twinkled, his face crinkling up as he smiled, "Damn, I've always wanted to say that!"
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Author Name:
deannawolArtist Name:
sandrainthesunGenre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sam Ferris, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Various Others.
Rating: 18 Overall – Sexual situations, graphic violence in places and adult language
Warnings: Slash (M/M) relationship, oral sex, violence, off-screen death of a non J2 character.
Word Count: ~51,000
~#~#~
Jensen tugged at the collar of his white shirt, pulling the starched material away from his skin. Lousy monkey suits but damned if people's eyes didn't just slide off him. He slid the security card through the reader, holding his breath as he waited for the green light. The door opened silently allowing him to slip through. Two security guards stood chatting at the end of the corridor, their backs to him. With quiet steps, he kept close to the wall, his eyes not leaving the two men. He turned the corner and started walking normally, hoping that he looked like any other guard on a routine security round.
The elevator wasn't far away. End of the corridor and on the left. Fifty yards, maybe less. And no guards between him and his goal. Uncomplicated. Just how he liked it. He moved forward, cradling his Minami-10 sub-machine gun in his arms. Twin Colts sat at his hips, one filled with low-calibre bullets that would have a hard time penetrating even ganger armour, and one filled with his usual fare, high-explosive, armour piercing rounds. Add in the Beretta sitting in the holster around his ankle and the hidden knives, he was ready for anything that Kane could throw at him. At least, he hoped so. Padalecki security was well armed but all their crap was legal, had to be. Jensen didn’t have that particular limitation.
Pressing the button on the elevator, he watched the light panel above his head count down the floors. It was ghosting past three when the first shriek of gunfire sounded from the lobby. Too fucking early. Must have meant that the guards had clocked him. He hesitated, feeling the pull to stand by his brother, but that would go against the plan. He knew that Josh could watch his own back and run them a hell of a chase while he slipped upstairs.
The lift pinged as it arrived. Jensen ducked his head as an older man came out of the lift, gun already unholstered. The man paused for a second, looking Jensen up and down. Jensen tensed, trigger finger itching. He'd been hoping they could keep the body count down. Was he waiting for a symbol, some weird handshake? He looked up. The man was scruffy but turned out well. Top of the range armour and weaponry stood out against the stubbled cheeks and finger tossed hair. He carried himself like a fighter, coiled muscle and barely contained energy. Jensen watched him carefully, not engaging him or making any threatening gestures.
The man looked him up and down, “Don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“I'm new. First shift.” Jensen smiled, projecting good ole boy charm.
He nodded. "Penthouse is floor fifty two, not fifty three. Alpha and Beta should be in the den." The man grinned, eyes twinkling as he added, "And if you see a woman coming at you with a rolling pin... Duck!"
Jensen didn’t even twitch as he man walked past him and turned towards the lobby. Jensen stepped into the lift, finally allowing himself to take a breath and relax. He'd been made but instead of getting shot, he'd gotten advice. The fuck?
He looked at the row of buttons lined up along the side of the lift and saw the number fifty three standing out in stark contrast to the others. It was burnished steel as opposed to the backlit plastic of the other buttons. Beside it was a card slot with 'authorised staff only' carved out in the metal surface. Everything that he expected the assess point to the penthouse to be. The floor plans had been identical for the two floors, no differences. He'd assumed a two floor layout but now he wasn't too sure. Could it be that one level was a decoy filled with more guns than an army storeroom? Could the man be fucking with him?
Taking a deep breath, Jensen stopped and worked through his options. Alpha and Beta the man had said. Two targets, the two Padalecki kids. Code phrases, like radio chatter. Ex-mil, which means that he was telling him where to find the targets.
Christ, he could stand here all night and not do a thing or he could pull his finger out of his ass and press a button.
Jensen moved to the panel and put his finger on the push button for floor fifty two. Closing his eyes, he pressed the button. There was a soft snickt sound. Jensen opened one eye cautiously and then the other. A small panel had swung free with a key card slot. Jensen pulled the security card free and swiped it. The indicator flashed green, the panel sliding closed along with the elevator doors. Another second and he was on his way.
Fifty.
Jensen pulled the Minami-10 up and double-checked the mechanism as he rose through the floors. It was good, clean and had a full clip. He flipped the safety off and let the livewires click in to the stock.
Fifty-one.
The sights of the gun slid across his view, overlaying what he was seeing. The bullet count showed in the top corner of his vision. Locked and loaded, he was ready to go. He still didn't know if he was heading for his doom or for something worse but damnit he was ready either way.
Fifty-two.
Bing!
Jensen took what little shelter he could from the panels beside the door. Ducking out, he checked the hallway before diving back flat against the panel. There was nothing there that he could see. Cautiously, he stepped out of the lift. He moved until his back was to one of the red corridor walls and listened.
The soft snicker of laughter coupled with music could be heard from somewhere down the corridor. Jensen tilted his head, letting the auto-filters sort out the different sounds. Laughter, some natural, some coming from a TV probably. Just at the edge of his awareness, he could hear a faint clunk-click, clunk-click, clunk-click that worried him. Turning down the heightened senses, he moved away from the laughter and towards the second sound. Stepping with exaggerated care, he made his way down the corridor. He swapped sides once, twice to avoid the overpriced tables filled with too many potential problems. The sound was louder now. Real slow but rhythmic.
Step by silent step, Jensen made his way closer. He let the barrel of the gun twitch around the door first, using the barrel mounted camera to give him a view of the room. A single man sat in the room, his back to Jensen. Dozens of monitors sprawled out in front of him, but the only one that he seemed interested in was the one showing the Dolphins vs. the Patriots. He man was sitting back in his chair, gun on the desk in front of him. Jensen focused in on the gun. It was a cheap Sig, not loaded. He could still hear the clunk-click, clunk-click, clunk-click.
It was too late when the man noticed Jensen’s arm around his throat, cutting off the guard’s air. As he crumbled to the ground, Jensen heard the clatter of the Sig's magazine fall along with the bullets the man had been loading into it.
A flash of colour caught his eye and he spun as something came crashing down on his shoulder.
"The hell?" Jensen swore, dodging to get his back against the wall.
"Not gonna let any goddamned scum like you near my babies," the woman spat, arm pulling back for another swing.
Jensen moved like lightning. He caught her arm, spinning her into his body. He dropped the machine gun to hang from it's strap. One hand covered her mouth, the other holding he against him.
"Who in their right mind attacks someone with a... a rolling pin?" Jensen asked.
Her teeth found the meat of his hand. Jensen pulled his hand back, checking for blood.
"You let me go this instant, you bastard," the woman cursed, "Fight me like a proper man, or can you only kill children?"
"Lady, you aren't making this easy. My momma always told me that hitting a woman was a sin worse than murder unless you couldn't get through to her any other way." Jensen shifted slightly, "Now, you're edging mighty close to the bits where I get to hit you and my momma don't get to give out to me."
The woman wiggled and squirmed against him, kicking and biting for all she was worth. Biting his tongue, Jensen held in a scream as her high heeled shoe connected with his shin.
"Lady, you gotta listen up or I guarantee this is going end badly. I'm not here to kill anyone. I've been hired to, well, kidnap the two Padalecki kids..."
The woman struggled harder at this, starting to curse his parentage, his bedroom skills and the size of his weaponry.
Jensen rolled his eyes and pulled her tighter against him, "Listen to me! I'm here to take them before the merc who's here to kill them gets up here. I'm on your fucking side."
That silenced the woman.
"You're going to get them somewhere safe?" she asked, the barest trace of hope seeping into her voice.
"Gonna get them away from here anyway," Jensen decided to take a chance and loosened his grip on the boisterous woman.
"You swear? On your momma's life?" The woman demanded, stopping her struggles.
"I swear on my momma's life. I ain't here to hurt them and I'll do my best to help." Jensen loosened his grip and tried to sound sincere.
"Well why didn't you just say that at the start, you damned fool," she asked, breaking free of his hold and turning to slap him on the chest.
Jensen sighed, "Should I have said it before you blindsided me or should I have waited until you broke my head open?"
The woman had the good graces to look a little embarrassed but got over it quickly. "Well, ain't like you went and announced yourself when you snuck into the place."
Jensen grinned involuntarily and took another look at the crazy woman. Before him stood a tall woman, older than him, with just longer than shoulder length brown hair and fierce eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans but carried it as if it was a high class business suit. Her mouth was set in a hard line as she took his measure. She was all ruthless efficiency and hard lines, and in that instant he didn't know whether she was more or less scary than his own mother on a rampage.
"You got a name, Mr Good Guy?"
"Winchester," Jensen shook his head and pulled the Minami-10 back into his arms. Honestly, he had to admit that he felt a little safer with it between himself and the brunette. With a thought, the livewires clicked back in and suddenly, she was front and centre in his active targeting, which was a little too accurate.
"Sam Ferris," she introduced herself. "So you gonna stand around here yammerin', or are you gonna get to kidnappin', Mister Winchester?"
Jensen shrugged and moved past her. He paused in the doorway and looked both ways, dialling up his hearing, listening for any stray sounds. Satisfied that nothing was about to blow his head off, he crept forward, still keeping his back to the wall. Sam didn't follow his cautious lead, choosing instead to walk down the middle of the corridor. Jensen hissed and waved at her to stand behind him while he made sure that everything was clear but she was having none of it.
He was just past the elevator when she disappeared into a side room. Cursing, Jensen hurried his pace until he could see her again. The room was a bedroom, pretty and pink and so filled with bears and tech that there was almost no room for Miss Ferris.
"Just gonna throw some things into a bag for the kids. I’ll be right behind you," she shooed him out with a gesture.
Jensen looked from her to the door and back again.
"Okay, okay, but nothing more than they can carry," he replied. He bent down to unstrap the gun from his ankle. Holding it out to the older woman, he asked, "You know how to fire a gun?"
She smirked, "I've been known to hit a can or two on the range."
He took a quick scan of her arms but there were no ports, "It's modified but there shouldn't be any problems. Safety's at the back, make sure it's on unless you actually wanna shoot someone."
"And you walk by putting one foot in front of the other," Sam rolled her eyes. "You go get my babies, I'll get their packs ready."
Jensen didn't argue with the woman, just turned and made his way down the corridor. He could still hear laughing voices and the sound of the TV blaring. He moved quickly but carefully. He was almost to the den door when a bing behind him made him turn back towards the elevator. Figures dressed in black with balaclava covered faces poured out of the lift. Two, four, six men all armed with high powered machine guns. Ah shit. Jensen didn't hesitate, just ducked into the nearest alcove, his own submachine gun barking out as he aimed and fired at the bastards.
They ducked sideways as they opened fire filling the hallway with more bullets. Jensen swore. Extra contractors, fan-fucking-tastic. This was a complication that he'd half expected but hoped wouldn't happen. Kane wasn't taking any chances this time. Ducking low, Jensen flattened himself down as low as possible and stuck the barrel of the gun around the corner. He could see the guards sneaking forward. Sighting carefully, he aimed high and pulled the trigger. The first of the men flew backwards in a spray of red and the rest scattered, shouting contradicting commands at each other. He smiled. They may been equipped but they weren't used to working together and he could use that to his advantage.
Reaching back, he pulled some loose change from his pocket. Flinging his arm forward, he tossed the coins towards the men. Sure enough, one of them looked around, making himself visible. Jensen took the shot and another fell. Another volley of shots rang out, embedding themselves in the plaster above his head. Dust floated down but Jensen was already up and running. Throwing himself across the hallway, Jensen laid down cover fire, pinning his opponents against the wall. Pressing the advantage, Jensen took a deep breath and sprinted towards them. He felt a bullet bang against the armour plate in his jacket. It snapped him back a little but he was running on pure adrenaline. Flicking to full auto, Jensen sprayed the walls and subsequently the men, with bullets. Deliberately aiming high, he caught the first in the throat, shredding the flesh until it was little more than ribbons. The second hit was higher. Jensen could feel the blowback of fine droplets on his face. He flinched slightly and missed the third.
The guards took their chances and opened up on Jensen. Jensen spun, letting them hit the back of his jacket. He checked the ammo counter on the Minami-10. Two rounds left in the magazine. Clicking free, Jensen dropped the gun and pulled out the Colt with the explosive rounds. Jensen turned again, risking a fatal shot as he fired. Two shots, two hits mid-chest. The explosives flared on contact as they worked their way through the insert plate, melting the ceramics before burrowing deeper. The man screamed and buckled as he clutched his chest, clawing frantically at the melted outer coating of Kevlar. Jensen couldn't watch his struggles and fired once more.
Jensen surveyed the hallway. Five down, just one more to go and no sign of him. The ping of the elevator door sounded, piercingly loud in the sudden silence.
"Shit."
The man was on his way back down. Probably to get reinforcements. Just what Jensen needed.
"Miss Ferris, get your shit together," Jensen called, "and get your butt in gear. We gotta get moving now!"
He ran to the door at the end of the hallway and threw it open. Something crashed against the wall beside him. Reflexively, he ducked, gun coming up to track the room. Two people hidden behind the sofa but no one else. One male, late teens/early twenties. One female, early teens and wearing far too much pink. Jensen put up his gun and extended his free hand to the boy.
"Come with me if you want to live," The kid gaped at him, taking in the blood and the still smoking gun. Jensen's green eyes twinkled, his face crinkling up as he smiled, "Damn, I've always wanted to say that!"
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