Chapter 120
**Hadassah POV**
“Sasha,” I whisper fiercely.
She comes to sidle my flank and with quick motions as I show her how to fire. There was no time for a master class only clip note before forcing it into her grip and only when she sees a guard in her line of sight does she fire a shot. The rifle has considerable weight—an intimidating contrast to her slender build. Clearly, she has never touched a weapon before; her hands have a slight tremble as they fumble to correctly hold the cold, metallic surface. A merge of fear and resilience that bore the gravity of her new responsibility.
That’s when I take it back from her to fire a mad round, and I quickly give it back to her—they return fire. I thump the wall and I free an agonized cry before—the gunshots cease. Brazenly, I lurch out in the open so I can crash onto the ground, my arm outstretched and my back towards them. My nerves afire as I can hear the footsteps thud towards me warily. One of them ventures closer, rounding me, working his way around my legs—my snap open. Sasha Mia squeezes the trigger. The shot rings out with a thunderous crack, jolting her with a shockwave of sound and recoil. The rifle kicks back against her shoulder, then releases a clip into his back and he collapses, splintered and torn. I lift and flip over to use my opposite hand to yank his arm to drape it around me, using it as a shield as two of them unbridle a barrage—I unsheathe his sidepiece, pulling out the gun. And when they’re out of rounds—I drop the body to fire four shots to bring the two to the ground.
I scramble up and search each one for ammo clips.
Sasha is the first and only to creep out, marveling at the carnage with a maniacal smile.
When I find one extra on each, I reload one of them and I instruct her to take it. Whilst I reload my own, slapping it back inside. I notice that one of their weapon’s belt has two flashbang grenades. I flip on the safety before I safely deposit it on the ground before I unclip and slip it off him so I can fasten it myself. In that process, Sasha stands ready, swiveling the barrel like she’s on a rotary. The elevator pings open, Emila pokes her head out before she fully steps out, gives a glance at the dead men before signaling for the next group of girls. They try to fill in as many as possible but there are still a dozen girls.
A rumble of footsteps and I gesture at the remaining girls to get back and take cover. I tell Sasha to position herself across from me so we’re essentially flanking the elevator from the sidewalls, whilst still being watchful of our rear because the passages are interlinked system and we can’t risk being outflanked but it seems their executing a front assault—tactless with typical brute force because we’re just women so it’s not like we’re going to put much of a fight.
A head pokes around—one shot and blood bursts from his skull. And I’m surprised myself at the fatal accuracy because I thought I was going to miss. This makes those around him a lot more wary. One of them starts back at me, and silence follows his words because none of the men around him shoot back.
“We have your boss,” I yell back in English. “I hope you can understand that, so you can understand this. You move—he dies.”
A beat of strained silence.
A trade of foreign words spoken in harsh hushed whispers.
Another voice replies back in broken English. “How we know he’s not dead, already?”
“You’re gonna have to trust me,” I yell back.
“I don’t.”
“That’s smart,” I whisper to myself.
A rush of footsteps—one of them trying to get closer and Sasha sprays him with at least four bullets and one catches him in the leg so he crumbles to the ground. Another hurries in to drag him away, streaks of blood on the furnished wooden floor and Sasho shoots at the guy aiding him, forcing him to duck and dash away. More men pour in, primed and ready as they take guarded stances. I glance back at the elevator and it’s ascending, seconds out from reaching the top level.
“Girls, get ready to run,” I shout for all of them. “Sasha and I will provide cover fire.”
Sasha exclaims in instruction in another language. And the moment, the elevator pings open. We unleash a barrage, so hot so fast—it doesn’t give any of them a chance to fire even one shot. The elevator doors open and the remaining girls sprint and stock inside as I rush over so I’m at Sasha’s side. And the elevator doors seal close.
“Please tell me you know another way around.”
Sasha nods fervently.
She turns and retreats further back into the passage because the way we came in is compromised. And now we have a small army racing back to the palace and we’re just going back deeper. I’ve had to learn to live with a lot of unfair and cruel things that have been done to me and even things I have done but leaving that child behind is not one of them.
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