chapter 23 | the escape

"I put the hot in psychotic"

- unknown



Aria POV

"How could you be so stupid to get shot? Aren't you supposed to be like a super secret agent?" I ask frantically, mostly trying to distract Blake or annoy him to remain conscious.

His abdomen was a mess, there was blood everywhere and I couldn't really tell where it was all coming from.

Dammit.

Okay Aria. Think.

Blake mumbles something. And he manages to pull a set of keys from his pocket. What the fuck.

I take them. They're car keys. Blake gave me car keys.

"Go." He exhales.

I blink. My head is still spinning from everything and I'm pretty sure I have a concussion and I'm not sure I heard right.

"What? Where?" He wasn't responding. "Blake where the fuck should I go?"

"Parking lot."

His answer is clipped.

"Fuck."

I grab a jacket from one of the dead guards without thinking about the fact that I took it from a dead body and press it to Blake's abdomen.

"Put pressure." he manages to put a hand over the jacket and press. That's all I know from movies. Usually after this part they skip to the injured character being unconscious in a safe environment. They don't really show how they get to safety. So I have to improvise.

There's no way in hell I'm leaving Blake here. He basically took a bullet for me and I still have morals and I can't just leave him here. I don't know much about MI6 rules but I'm pretty sure Blake killing a room full of agents won't get him a medal of honor. Quite the opposite.

I look around the room. There's gotta be something here that could help me. My eyes stop when they land on something shiny in a corner. I rush over there and pull out a folded wheelchair.

Have the stars truly aligned?

I try my best to unfold it and move it next to Blake.

My hope starts growing.

Okay Aria. You can do this.

"Blake listen to me, you have to get in the wheelchair"

Blake is breathing heavily and still pressing a hand to his abdomen. But nods nonetheless.

I rush to his side and slowly try to help him get to his feet.

Honestly I don't remember the next few moments. I was just pushing and pulling with all my force trying to get Blake in the chair. At one point I was sure I was about to pass out from exhaustion. But our efforts paid off. Blake is now in the wheelchair breathing heavily and clutching his side..

"Thanks." he whispers. I could almost miss it over the sound of my erratic heartbeat.

"Don't thank me yet, I just got you in a wheelchair," I get up, preparing to push him "asshole."

I hear him make a sound that resembles a chuckle, but it could have been a cough.

Before I get to exit the door I hear Blake mumble "Guns."

I stop. Of course we need guns but...

I look behind me. The room truly looks macabre and I can see a few guns sitting on the floor.

Well I just got a jacket from a dead dude. What could two more guns do?

Oh I am definitely going to Hell now. Like I had my doubts before but now there's no going back.

At least it's going to be warm.

I quickly grab two guns off the floor, dump them in Blake's lap and start pushing the wheelchair.

I take a few steps in the corridor.

"Which way?"

He nudges left with his head.

I start taking steps that way. I'm not just pushing the wheelchair, half of my weight is leaning on it and it's the only thing keeping me upright. I look behind. The corridor is empty. And the floor is clean.

In too many movies there were bloodstains on the floor and the pursuers found the target faster. So lucky us that Blake isn't leaving blood trails behind.

Blake is half conscious but still looking around like he's ready to attack anyone that gets too close. I don't have the heart to tell him that even a 5 year old would win in a fight against him right now because he wouldn't even be able to get out of the chair.

"Stop" Blake wheezes.

"What? What's wrong?" I immediately stop the wheelchair.

"Pull the fire alarm." he points to the right with his head. I look in that direction. There's a fire alarm on the wall.

I take a deep breath

"That's actually a pretty good idea" I mumble to myself as I near the alarm, it would create chaos and it aligns with my second rule: when in doubt, create chaos.

"Well I have been working for the secret services for years so I have good ideas" Blake responds from behind me just as I was about to press the alarm.

I turn around and roll my eyes at him "Seriously? Your intestines are half outside your body and you still think you're better?"

"I am better." came his comeback a moment later.

I flip him off with one hand while pushing the fire alarm with the other one.

I see his mouth move but I can't hear anything. The sound brings me back to when I was hiding under the desk and those guys were after me but back then Blake was the one that saved me. Now I'm the one who's doing the saving.

What a turn of events.

The normal lights turn off and red lights surround us.

I push the wheelchair faster. We reach the elevator and I frantically press on the 'up' button and not even a few seconds later the doors open.

Wow, that's the fastest an elevator ever arrived after I pressed the button. But when I see three agents with guns exiting it, the whole thing makes sense. The elevator was already on his way.

They immediately point the guns at us and they might say something, I don't know, and I don't really care, because I already made it all the way here and there is no way three losers with guns can stop me from exiting the building. My adrenaline is at an all time high from all the effort and the loud alarm and I look behind and that's when I realize the universe really is on my side today because in the corner next to the elevator buttons there's a fire extinguisher. Before I get to turn around and reach for it someone grabs my hand and pulls me back. I look at the man. He's wearing a mask, like the people from the SWAT team and has gloves on, there's not an inch of skin showing.

I look over at Blake, the other two agents get him out of his wheelchair and are trying to restrain him but failing. Honestly I should feel insulted that even though he's shot and clearly barely staying conscious the agents still decided he's more dangerous than me and he requires two people to keep him down. And if there's one thing I hate more than stupid assholes, is stupid assholes that underestimate me. It's time to introduce Mr. 'I'm wearing a mask and feel superior' to my rule #3: Hit men at their sweet spot.

I crouch down, lean back, and when the man tries to readjust his grip on me I bring my knee up with so much force I swear I heard his groans of pain over the fire alarm. I don't think he'lll be able to fuck anytime soon. He immediately let's go and I rush to the fire extinguisher turn it on aim it at the intruders, I'm forever grateful for Charlotte's dad, he is a fireman and showed me how to use a fire extinguisher the day Charlotte moved in with me, he said you can never to prepared, and he was right.

All four men are instantly covered in white foam. After the fire extinguisher emptied I grab it with both hands and prepare to use it as a weapon. It's way better than the toilet brush, I can do way more damage.

My first target is the man sitting on the floor, still gripping his sensitive area, I hit him in the head with the fire extinguisher and turn around to help Blake, when I see two other figures falling to the floor, and Blake covered in white foam and blood leaning against the wall.

Damn. Maybe he is more dangerous than me even when injured, but I would admit that over my dead body.

I grab the wheelchair, Blake's hand and rush in the elevator, Blake presses the '-1' button before collapsing in the chair. He looks at me briefly up and down as if to make sure I'm okay before grabbing his abdomen again, his face scrunching in pain.

The alarm is still blaring and the red lights are still red. The little screen in the elevator shows '-2', we're almost there. I can't rest now. I just lean on the wall and pull the car keys out from my pocket to study them. They belong to a Mercedes. Since Blake is walking the consciousness line I'm going to be the getaway driver and my past with cars is pretty good, like I love driving but since I haven't driven in months because in Amsterdam there's no point in owning a car, my driving skills might be rusty but I'm sure I'll manage I mean all I have to do is...

"Shit" I know no one can hear me but I couldn't not say anything. I'm in the UK. The crazy people here drive on the other side of the road. I haven't even thought about this. "Shit, shit" Like he could hear me over the alarm Blake looks at me and shakes his head. Like he's asking what's wrong.

How could I explain to him that I have never driven a car on the other side of the road? That traffic scares the shit out of me? And I haven't driven in months? So I just show him a thumbs up telling him that everything is okay and start thinking overtime to come up with a solution. I don't have the luxury of thinking long because the elevator doors open and I'm met with a huge underground parking lot.

My mouth falls open, how the fuck am I supposed to find the car in here?

I look at the keys again. And I notice a little label attached to them: 'S24'.

Is that the place where the car is? I grab Blake's wheelchair, push him out of the elevator and look at the first pillar. It says 'T35'

Oh my God, I was right. 'S24' is the place where the car is. I look down at Blake, he looks as lost as I was a minute ago.

I show him the label, he gives me a big thumbs up and points right. I immediately begin rushing in that direction.



A/N

Yeyy here's another part.

I have a question for you: do you prefer longer or shorter chapters because I don't really know how to divide the story into chapters, like I write around 1000 words give or take (lately the chapters were around 1500 words long) and post them. And I don't know really, when I read on wattpad I prefer longer chapters :))) so that's why I'm trying to make them longer, but how do you guys prefer them?

Also any suggestions/ ideas for the future?

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