[IC] Undercover [QueenOfTheBee & Blitz]

[Blitz]

Blaine couldn't help but love the thrill of the chase: sharper vision, clearer thinking, deeper breathing, quicker pulse. Adrenaline was the body’s own personal drug, and inside all his veins and arteries, his blood was saturated with it. Sure it was scary as hell, but there was just something so attractive, so addicting, about being in danger and putting your life on the line. Surely the fight-or-flight chemical was to blame.

His only thought was to run and run, and to keep running. There was no time to stop. Stopping meant death. All of his thoughts were focused on moving his feet, one after the other, as fast as he could. He barely realized to make sure Genevieve was keeping up with him, but he didn’t dare look behind him. He couldn’t. He just had to trust that she was still right there. Besides, she was too good of an agent to fall behind.

He only knew it was a matter of time before—

“Убейте их!”

Shit. That didn’t sound good.

“Look out!” was all Blaine could think of to shout before the sound of ammunition rounds start firing off. He barely had time to turn a corner before a plethora of bullets flew past him into the opposite wall.

This was not good. The two of them—he assumed Genevieve was still right behind him—were running blindly around a KGB base in the middle of Moscow. Even if they did manage to get out, where would they go? Hell, he hardly even wanted to head back to ARES at this point. He dreaded the thought of being chewed out for a failed infiltration operation, though he was sure Aunt Valerie would be more relieved to see them alive and in once piece. Well, the was assuming they manage to escape under those conditions.

“Please tell me you requested a chopper lift before we left!” he called out without looking back.

There were more angry shouts from behind him, and he quickly turned to run down another hallway before they could start shooting at them again.

[Bee]

Genevieve fired three shots off at the incoming KGB units as she sprinted as fast as she could with the person who accompanied her; Blaine. She kept up with him fine, but it would've been nice to have him check on her once in a while, just out of the kindness of whatever he had that he called his "heart". All she could do right now was to just run for her life, and support would've been a rarity in a location like this, and they definitely wouldn't be getting out by anything quick.

She only heard the ever so familiar phrase before she ducked into another hallway, nearly slipping as the motion was ever so sudden. The English woman ducked a bit low as she heard bullets impact the wall near her, which was never a good sign to her. Of course, if they managed to make it out of here alive, then they would receive quite the chewing out from ARES, but at least they would make it out alive.

As Blaine talked as they ran, Genevieve thought for a second, "Does it look like I've had the time to?" She only said, before following Blaine down another hallway.

[Blitz]

Blaine continued to run, and was both happy and slightly annoyed at Genevieve's response. He was mostly happy because her reply meant she wasn't dead. Feeling a little bad, he realized he probably should've been checking up on her more often. God knows what the KGB would've done to her corpse. Gross.

And he was mostly annoyed at the fact that they now certainly had no way of getting out.

"Uh yeah?!" he shouted in reply. "Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? You know, thinking in advance?"

He glanced behind him for a second and saw Genevieve right behind him on his left side. Further down the hall, a few men began to turn the corner into the hallway as well.

"Firing!" he called out in warning before turning to face forward again. He pointed his automatic gun behind him and shot blindly, not having the time to afford to point and aim. After reloading, he began to feel the effects of muscle exhaustion and the anxiety about the fact that there was probably some kind of backup force on its way. What could they do?

The hall they were running through opened up into a wide room with a glass atrium high above. The stained glass was pretty, but they had no time to observe. As far as the ARES agents were concerned, this was a literal dead end. Blaine swore under his breath and wondered if they'd "be nice" and take them prisoner, torture them to get information, and then kill them. Either way didn't seem very favorable.

Finally, just as Blaine was going to bark of useless command at Genevieve, a loud shattering noise exploded from above. Part of the glass room was blown inwards, sending shards of glass pouring down. Thank God this didn't happen directly above them, but—

"Jesus, shit!" Blaine cried out as a few sharp pieces fly by, cutting his face and part of his arms that came up to shield his face.

During all the confusion, a rope ladder had been dropped down through the whole and a figure dressed in black expertly slid down it and ran over to them, gun in hand.

It looked like they were done for. The figure raised its gun and began firing multiple rounds at them. Blaine screwed his eyes shut, but to his surprise, no bullets penetrated his skin. After the sound of bullets firing stopped, everything was quiet. Well, relatively quiet, not including the roar of a helicopter from above the hole in the glass. He tentatively opened his eyes to see a familiar ARES field agent standing in front of them, one hand on his hip, the other hand gripping a smoking gun. Incredulous, Blaine whirled around to see a pile of dead KGB grunts on the tile floor.

They were lucky. Aunt Valerie must've had a panic attack and sent a chopper out because they were taking too long. Thank God.

"I think this merits a thank-you," the agent, named Chris, called over the roar of the helicopter. "But first, let's get the hell out of here."