Agent 1 (Book 3)

23. A lot worse

There's a painful tugging as he grabs hold of my hair and pulls me to my feet, his other hand snaking around my neck in a vice like grip, cutting off my air.

I grab at his hand and swing out my leg, kicking into his shin but it does absolutely nothing. It's as if it doesn't even faze him. His grip doesn't let up in the slightest.

I can faintly hear the shouting and banging as everyone else tries unsuccessfully to get the door open. Black spots begin to fill my vision as I continue to try and suck in a breath of air.

Suddenly the grip on my neck is gone and I'm crashing to the floor, sucking in breaths of air and coughing. My hand flies to my throat and I rub at it, pushing myself back so I'm sitting against the wall.

I look over to see that the second guy has come to, and is now back to fighting with the first one. I pull myself up to my feet, leaning back against the wall and watching as they pound into each other.

I watch as the second guy twists the first one's arm behind his back before ramming him face first into the wall. The visor on his helmet cracks and part of it falls to the floor. There's another crack as his arm is twisted further behind his back and the bone gives out. He lets out a growl of pain and anger before whirling around and landing a solid punch on the second guy, right in his stomach causing him to double over.

The first guy then brings his knee up and it collides with the second guy's helmet. He staggers as he tries to regain his balance. He doesn't get the chance to before he's thrown back into the wall, and he crumples to the floor.

The first guy turns back to me and I eye the flame thrower on the ground next me. He notices and we both lunge for it at the same time. We both land on the floor, wrestling over the flame thrower before he jumps quickly to his feet and kicks me in the side. I hiss in pain and my grip on the flame thrower loosens enough for him to snatch it from me.

I glare up at him as he aims it down at me, but he doesn't get the chance to fire it. He's body slammed from the side, the flame thrower flying out of his hands.

He gets to his feet quickly along with the second guy. But the second guy takes up a protective stance in front of me.

It doesn't take long before they're charging each other again, and landing blows. I watch as the second guy quickly gets the upper hand this time He seems to be pissed off, and for whatever reason, I really don't care.

He slips a knife from his belt before driving it into the first guy's neck. He falls to the floor, his hands gaping at his neck, but he's dead before he hits the ground. I tense up as the second guy turns towards me, my hands instinctively going for my dagger. But he doesn't make a move to come at me.

The second guy shakes his head before reaching up and removing his helmet. I stare at him in a shock for only a moment before realization settles in.

Of course, he was supposed to be at a different base, not this one.

He runs a hand through his hair before coming over to me. "You ok?"

I just nod and take his hand as he offers it me and he pulls me to my feet.

"Good." He nods thoughtfully. "In that case...What the hell were you thinking?"

I glare at him as he glares back at me, I've vaguely aware of the pounding on the door. "I came here to get Lydia." I jab a finger into his chest. "You told me you were at a different base."

"I was heading there until I got a call to come here instead." He throws his hands up in the air in frustration. "You should not have come here Daggers. These guys-" He waves his hand in their direction but I cut him off from finishing his sentence.