A Heavy Heart To Carry

Chapter Thirteen:Fatality

We were about make our way towards the house when I was tackled from the side. I hit the ground hard and rolled to my back. Before I could get up I heard, "Don't move," I looked up to see Peyton standing over me, her eyes going back and forth between Elliot and me.

"What's going on?" Peyton asked, the grip on her gun strong and experienced. I sighed.

"There is an Alpha Team inside right now interrogating August. We have to move quickly before things get out of hand." I replied, slowly getting up with my hands out in front of me.

"Why?"

"Because they're looking for me. We don't have time for this Peyton, if we don't hurry they will kill him."

"Uh huh," Peyton said, not looking impressed. "And what do you care if they kill August?"

"Look, it doesn't matter why, but I do not want August dead right now. If you don't believe me, that's too bad, because there are five men inside and you have no chance of taking them all out by yourself. I understand you don't trust me, but right now I'm the only hope you have for saving August."

"And what's to stop me from trading you for August?" Peyton asked, waving her gun slightly to illustrate that she had me.

"Because we both know that these men will kill us all regardless." I said coldly. "Now you have to make a choice while you still can, because our window is closing fast."

"Fine."

Since the men would not recognize Peyton, we sent her to the front door to serve as a distraction.She knocked once and the first man moved to meet her while the other stayed behind. Meanwhile, Elliot  picked the lock on the back door and we silently slipped in. The man who had stayed behind didn't even flinch as Elliot moved behind him and shot him in the back of the head. I creeped past them and up to the man who was talking to Peyton at the door. He must have saw something in Peyton's eyes as he started to turn before I stabbed him in the carotid artery in his neck. He gave a few kicks before slumping to the floor, the blood pumping from his neck slowling to a trickle.

In the commotion we failed to notice the man who had come out of the basement. He came up behind Peyton, wrapped his arm around her neck and stuck his knife into her back. She let out a surprised gasp and Elliot and I turned. Before we had a chance to analyse the situation, Eliiot had his gun up and shot the man between his eyes. I ran to his falling body and caught it before it hit the ground and caused a ruckus. Peyton was leaning against a wall, her breathing shallow. She slid down to the floor and looked up at me. "Save him." she said in the sternest voice she could muster, and handed her gun to me. I nodded and turned to Elliot.

"Ready?"