Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the ground quake beneath you. The buildings gonna blow any second now, and here you are, wedged in between a wall…and a man who has about the same amount of emotion as one. You’re like sitting ducks.

You watch as Six peered around the corner for a moment only to have about eight bullets sent straight at him, he ducked back behind the cement wall, looking down at you. “You’re gonna run.” He rasped. ^It wasn’t a suggestion,* his head moving to gesture to the staircase about a yard away.

Was he crazy?! Run out past a group of men with loaded guns?!—

You felt the building shake, sending you both stumbling back a bit. You’re gonna die, the buildings gonna collapse. Loud, glass-filled shatters rang out from the plane outside shooting into the building, propeller blades whipping around in loud whooshes of wind and smoke.

The night air was cool as the windows were suddenly blown in, you could really see how high you were in this damn building, at least 20 stories above solid ground.

“Now.” He urged, his voice increasingly more stern. Six peeked out from the corner again, aiming his gun and successfully shooting a man or two, nothing compared to the many hiding around, bullet fire in your faces.

You hate going on missions with Six.