Page 142 of Morally Corrupt

"You wish, bastard," I tell him before applying all of my force to roll over with him. I manage to get almost halfway before he pushes against me, and I fall back down, but not before disentangling my legs.

Good.

"Fucking bitch." He tries to hold onto me without success. I curl one fist, and I catch him right under his jaw, stunning him for a moment.

I take advantage of that to push him off me and stand. He clutches his jaw in pain, and I know I can't waste any time.

My hand goes to my collar and rotating a small wheel that Diego had shown me, I quickly pull it off me, using the leash to tie his hands in an eight loop, making sure it's secure enough. His whole body now thrashes under me, and with my elbow, I hit him as hard as possible in the temple. I see his eyes roll to the back of his head and sigh in relief.

He's out.

I pick up two relatively bigger shards of glass and head towards the door. Sure enough, two guards are standing next to it. They react immediately when they see me open the door, but I move faster.

I let them come after me inside the room, thinking it might help disperse the noise.

I take a few steps back and then lunge for the first man, jumping on him and going straight for his throat.

It's one fluid motion later that blood gushes out.

This has given the other guard enough time to take his gun out and aim it at me. With one hand, I quickly turn the limp body around to cushion the bullets, while with the other, I pat him down in search of his gun.

When my fingers finally wrap themselves around the cold steel, I wrench the weapon free of the guard's trousers and aim for my target. The man crumples to the ground, and I take one second to catch my breath before grabbing the other gun as well.

I'm about to finally exit the room when I remember my state of deshabille, so I take one of the fallen guards' jackets and wrap it around my shoulders.

Now the hard part begins.

I go down the corridor, and I try my hardest to remember all the turns we took when we came here from the stage. I think I got it at some point, but I'm met by other guards who yell "Intruder" when they spot me.

I aim both guns and shoot, taking two out and wounding another before taking cover behind one of the bodies.

I check the guns for ammo, disappointed to see one is out. Shit. I abandon that pistol and search for another with the dead man. I don't have time to check again before the shots start.

There's only one way out of this.

I drag the body with me a few meters, sneaking a few glances in the direction of the targets up ahead. Five people. Two in the back and three of them advancing towards me. They keep shooting, so I count to three and ditch the body, running at full speed towards the guards ahead.

I fling myself towards one of the men and stoop down at the same time, distracting him and taking a kill shot from down below.

I immediately shift my focus to the other two while taking advantage of the shelter of the body next to me. Since it's such a straight tunnel, I can't use anything else as a shield, so I have to jump from person to person to avoid a direct hit.

These men, though, aren't great shots, that's for sure. I'm already tired, and my movements are becoming sloppy, so for them to not get even one good shot at me… that's on them.

Not that I'm complaining.

A few more kill shots later, and I find myself next to the entrance of the club. Remembering the way out, I make a dash for it, killing a couple more people on my way, including the bouncer at the door. When I'm finally out of the abandoned factory, I don't stop running.

I hear people being mobilized behind me, but I try not to pay attention too much, focusing instead on my remaining stamina and making the best of it.

Since the factory is in the middle of fucking nowhere, I find myself on the highway, and I know there's little hope of finding a cab around here.

I stop for a second to catch my breath and look around. Nothing… some abandoned buildings on the horizon, but that's it.

Fucking Atlantic City!

I need to keep moving.

My rib cage constricts my airflow from running at full speed without stopping. I can probably last another ten minutes at this pace.