The silence after was deafening, whether from all the men laying on the floor in shock, or the fact that his ears were ringing.
The windows shattered around them, his captors crouched down low, their hands over their heads, one of them screaming.
He couldn’t block his face, his hands tied up above him. So, he closed his eyes turning his head to the side, praying that he made it out alive.
That he would get to see her again.
Shots were flying as men started shouting. The rattle of the bullets being fired, shaking the very ground his feet were on.
He groaned as his calf was nicked, the fire flowing up his leg. His head swung around expecting to see Dominic, but instead found a team of men that he had never seen before. He would have thought they were part of a swat team if it wasn’t for their masks and bandanas across their faces.
He didn’t know who they were, or why they were there.
He was just fucking happy to see them.
“Get down on the ground!” one man shouted, his gun in one of his kidnappers faces. The man didn’t comply soon enough, and the man swiftly kicked out, leveling the him.
Definitely not cops.
One man turned to him, his back against him.
“You Mark?” the man yelled out.
“Yeah.” He coughed out through the smoke.
“We’ll get you out of here.” As the man talked, he surveyed the room, some of the team was heading to the back rooms, while the rest was there securing the men that had kidnapped him.
“You motherfucker! You will pay for this! Why the hell are you even saving him! He’s just a freak! A freak that murdered my father!” One of his kidnappers shouted from the ground, the man behind him struggling to get his cuffs on.
Out of the side of his vision he saw him.
A lone soldier.
Shorter than the rest.
Walking forward with purpose the smoke in the room curling around his feet as he came forward, the mask obscuring his face.
Something tickled in his mind as he watched the soldier reach behind him pulling out a gun from his holster.
It was like slow motion, every man slowing or stopping what they were doing to watch him as he got closer.
Nobody stopping him, just parting to make way for him.
As the soldier got closer, he noticed that something was off. The gait was too different.
The body not manly enough.
His gut clenched with what his brain refused to acknowledge.
But it was true.
She was a vision.
Her hand lifted, grabbing her mask and sliding it off. Her white, blond hair tumbling out from underneath it.
Her light grey eyes met his as she lifted her arm, her hand holding the gun steady.
Then she turned to his kidnapper.
