"I do have an idea on how we get out of here though," I tell Hunter the plan and he readies himself.
A guy comes in to check through the window in the door every five minutes or so and there's nothing in this room the light is dim but you most likely can still see every corner of the room. I decided it best to hide out of sight have the guy walk in the room to check I'll knock him out drag him into the corner and be on my way to find the bag.
As that's what we did so after I placed the guy to look like he was me with his head hanging low I then quickly watched as I quietly ran down the halls to find the storage room again which wasn't hard as it was down the hall and to the right. Being sure that no one was around I quietly twist the door handle going into the room. I was on guard as soon as I entered the room but it seemed to be clear until I felt someone behind me.
He tried to knock me out but I back kicked him right in the stomach making him fall back against the wall but only to come back at me and trick me by aiming for my face but ended up hitting me in the gut. He then started throwing punches left and right but his left hook was way weaker than his right so that either meant he is better with his right side or he's been injured there lately so I decided to try out my second theory by taking his left arm and using all my weight to flip him over my right side.
He was able to still slowly but surely get back up in a fight position. I used his method against him by aiming for his stomach which quickly made him lose the protection of his face to protect his gut but gave me the bird's eye view for the perfect knock out punch, which perfectly knocked him onto his sorry face.
"Nice to see training is paying off well on you," Hunter stands in the doorway with a chuckle that he quickly stops from the pain he's in.
"Dude I was going to come back for you," I rush over and pick up the bag before going to his side to help support him.
"Well I couldn't just stay in that awful room it smelled like dried shit," only he could make me laugh when I feel like I might die right now, best friends, the best reason to have them.
Well to me Hunter looked to be in zero shape to even attempt to climb out a window and down the side of a building from the second floor down. "We'll have to find another way out but I'm sure there is," I think.
"There is there are two ways to at least get to the first level stairs and an elevator but just so you know the elevator leads you straight into open space where their sitting area has to be," Hunter slouches in my arm which might start falling asleep if we don't start moving now.
"Good to know, where are the stairs," I ask.
"There down the next hallway but just so you know it leads to the front door where their guys like to hang," this is really not leaving me with any real good options.
"Ok I'm maybe we can gas bomb them if we can find some mask and at least more than three bombs, might even need one for a distraction," moving Hunter to lean on the wall on his own I start looking at the package stamps and first I found the one with the bombs but it's taking longer for the mask.
"Tyler I think I found the masks," Hunter says so I walk over to the shelves he was looking through.
"Well did you keep the key?" I ask and he pulls it out his pocket.
"Well I wouldn't be so smart not to," he opens the metal container that was pretty large and what inside was great, it was a really good amount of masks and a better amount of gas bombs well that's what the label says so we stacked them into the side pocket of the bag just in case so nothing falls out the main bag then put the rest in the main pocket for the bag always keep something for yourself.
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Teen FictionEDITED somewhat. Hope is your average everyday nerd who has no friends and no social life. But that's the good part because then who would suspect a girl in glasses who can't defend herself from bullies to be a worldwide A class badass Gangleader ca...
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