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Guns and Condoms

Chap. 2

By Wren Adams

The hallway was dark, sorta like the dusk of early evening when everything starts to cover in shadow. I had the M9 pointed. I was standing in a tea-cup stance, straining all my senses to pick up on any signs of another presence. There was no one there of course, or not as far as I could see or hear, for that matter. My hands were starting to shake from the effort to keep the gun pointed. If I didn't lower the gun soon I'd end up firing anyway, even if there was no one there.

Finally, I lowered the gun, figuring it would be stupid to get caught this early in my escape. I let out a quiet sigh and crept forward, my senses still straining to pick up the signs of someone coming my way.

Eventually I came to a door. Much like my cell door, it had a face window that someone could peek through. It also wasn't locked, another sloppy mistake. My ears flicked against the door, listening for sounds on the other side, footsteps maybe. No sound came. I peeked through the face window, which to my disgust was almost too high for me to look through. Sometimes it really sucks being this short.

There was no one on the other side of the door, oddly enough. Were they really this sloppy, or maybe just lazy? For being able to take my squad so easily, their security measures were sad at best it seemed.

I opened the door. It swung inward, making a hollow thunk on the wall inside the room. I had the gun risen once more, can't be too careful I guess. The room was bare and Spartan, much like the hallway and my cell before it. Not a single hiding spot in sight. The room didn't even have an air vent.

I went for the door on the other side of the room. It was locked. Funny that. Then again, I guess the "Mysterious" Charlotte had covered for me enough. It was time I put in a little work of my own. I shoved the M9 in my waist band at the small of my back, clicking the safety on as I did so. Wouldn't be prudent to bend over and shoot myself in the ass. I then proceeded to unsheathe the knife. I examined it for a moment, looking over the quality of it. The blade was polished to a perfect sharpness with an almost mirror edge. It gleamed in the dull light of the overhead lamps. It was very light, definitely not a hunting knife, more along the lines of a throwing knife as a secondary defense, I would have bet money on that assumption as the hilt didn't have a cover. It was just metal. Not only that it was very well balanced and small, perfect for throwing should the need arise, although my use for it was a bit more primeval.

I shoved the perfectly polished blade into the latch, attempting to break the lock. Surprisingly, it broke with very little effort and with almost no damage to the blade. Pulling it out of the latch all I found on the blade was a small knick that could easily have been buffed out by even an amateur.

This door didn't have a face window like the other two had had. I pushed it forward, slightly, making as little noise and motion as possible. Not even breathing so I could peek through the door. There was a guard behind this door. He was a heavily built horse. Heavy set and bulky, not fat exactly, I was betting more muscle than fat in this case. He was dozing lightly against the wall. He had an AK-47 propped up against the wall. Talk about outdated, reliable and cheap though.

I pushed the door a little more attempting to make a gap large enough for me to creep through. Being a fox this endeavor was not hard at all. I still had the knife in my hand as I crept towards the heavy set horse. I knew I'd never beat him if he woke up and jumped me. First rule of combat for me, guns aside, never try to arm wrestle bad guys that are bigger than you.

Finally I was upon him. I held the knife to his throat and put my paw over his muzzle. He awoke then with a startled gasp as he felt the knife touch the skin on massive veined neck. I put as much threat as I could into my face, even growling a little for extra effect. He didn't say a word and I kicked the AK out of his reach just encase he got any funny ideas. Logically this would have worked better if I had been able to get behind him. As it was working like this was difficult and unbalanced. If he had worked up enough courage he could easily threw me off and called for help.

Leaning against him like this was a very odd position to hold for very long, so I took my paw away from his muzzle, latched onto his shoulder and forced him to his knees with his back facing me. From this position I could easily drill him for info as well as kill him if he got too rowdy.

"Talk!" I growled into his ear, pressing the knife a little harder into the big pulse in his neck. He gasped, and I realized then I had nicked him a bit, a little bit of blood starting to leak in a slow lazy trail down his heaving neck. Oops. "Where are you keeping the rest of the squad you captured?" I growled into his ear, still holding the knife tightly to his neck.

"You are their commanding officer?" He spoke finally, he voice much like the lion's before him, rich and Russian. I squeezed the knife a little tighter into his neck and he gulped. "I do not know, comrade!" He gasped out, sounding somewhat desperate. "I am only lowly grunt, they tell us nothing!" He sounded more and more desperate by the minute, he didn't wanna die, and I didn't particularly wanna kill him, but if I didn't kill him, there were two possibilities of what could happen.

One, he could be killed anyway for letting me escape, probably slow and painful, if I was right about what kind of mind that demented lion had, and or, two he could get help and I'd get caught AGAIN.

Several things happened then, all at once if I was to judge timing. Bullets flew, one bit into the flesh of his temple, killing him and making him go limp in my arm and a voice rang out, distant over the overpowering sound of the gun shots. I dropped the dead horse and rolled for cover. The bullets had come from directly beside us, out of a hall the horse had been facing while he dozed.

I peeked around the corner to see who, or what had shot at me. To my utter astonishment, it was the stark red-headed lioness from before. She stood at the end of the hall as scantily clad as she was the night before. Her breasts had clearly been shoved back under her top; she was already braless, so once again the top threatened to burst at any moment exposing her to the world. There was a line of dried blood down the side of her head; the line of blood appeared to run from her temple down to her jaw. It made me wonder what she had been hit with back in the cell seeing as the room had had no décor what so ever.

The gun she was holding was a sig saur M229, probably Andre's gun. Before I could think any further on it, however another shot rang out and pinged against the corner I was hiding behind; sending rock chips fluttering through the air. I blind fired around the corner, not particularly trying to hit her. Wasn't much for killing civilians if I could help it.

"Come now my fox have you already forgotten about last night?" Her rich voice purred through the suddenly silent air.

"I'm keep trying but it's hard to do when the evidence is all dried up and matted on my stomach fur!" I called back to her, in a less than friendly voice. She scoffed at me, and fired once more, spraying more rock chips. I was pinned, not much I could do if I wasn't willing to kill her I suppose.

"To hell with it..." I growled to myself. I got down on my stomach and peeked my head around the corner, attempting to get a shot, to no avail. Suddenly I realized what she was doing, stalling. She knew the shots would be heard by someone. I had already wasted a good ten minutes trying to figure out what to do with her.

A few more shots rang out spraying more of the rock-wall onto my head-fur and I suddenly had an idea. I laid my gun down close to the corner of the wall and slowly and as quietly as possible began to strip my shirt off. When the shirt was safely pulled over my head, I got as low to the floor as I possibly could. Then, after steadying myself I balled the shirt as tightly as I could and blindly threw it down the hallway. Shots rang out as well as the tearing sound of bullets biting into the fabric. I aimed and fired three times, first taking her in the knee then the gut, then the breast.

The look on her face showed a mixture of shock and pain, as if it hurt, and yet she didnt fully understand what had happened. Then slowly she fell to the floor, that stark white body fur covered in the shocking red of her own blood. It was beautiful in a sick and twisted kind of way. She lay on the floor trying to breath as I walked up to her body, she hand painfully reaching for the gun. I kicked it out of her reach.

From the bloody bubbles blossoming from her breast it looked like I had pierced her lung. She sneered at me with bloody lips and spat, "You will die here, my only regret is not getting to end you myself!" I kept the look on my face completely lifeless, letting myself fall into a bright static as I put my gun to her forehead, and fired.

I stood up, dusting the rock chips out of my fur, and made my way back to the horse who's life was needlessly ended by his own comrade. For the first time I noticed there was a door opposite the one I had come through. After taking what supplies I could find from the horses corpse, including; two more knives and a key I assumed was for the door I was staring so intently at. I walked to the door and shook the handle, locked of course, but I had to try. I tried using the key and slid home fitting perfectly the first time I tried.

Opening the door I found the room beyond almost identical to the one I had come through on my way to the hallway I had just passed. There was also a door on the other side of this room. Curiosity burned inside me, for the thought that one of my own team might be behind that door.

I walked to the door and found it unlocked. The hallway beyond was almost identical to the one my own cell had been in. Walking to the cell door I steadied my gun in a teacup stance, you can never be to careful right? The cell door was unlocked but being cautious I checked the window into the cell, it was also identical to my own cell. For a moment I wondered if they used the same decorating scheme for every room in this place, but quickly pushed it away, the cell seemed empty, putting my hand on the door handle I strained my ears to hear even the smallest of sounds.

Aside from the sound of the hinges creaking there was nothing. As the door opened full I stared into the apparently empty cell to see a pool of blood but no source for the blood. I didn't realize til it was too late that I had made my first mistake, I was standing straight on the threshold, until I felt the fist make contact with my groin, I hadn't understood.

I fell to my knees gasping from the pain, my vision blurred. I heard someone say "Oh shit!" It was obviously a male voice but I couldn't understand who it belonged to. Someones hand on my shoulder brought my head up and cleared my vision, I was aiming right into Andre's face and don't remember doing so.

The wolf in question had his hands above his head and a slow trail of red creeping across his snout as if embarrassed by what he had just done. I lowered the gun to the floor and coughed still trying to catch my breath.

When I could finally breath I said "Jeez man, if thats how you treat you're friends I'd really hate to see how you treat you're enemies!" I was smiling as I said it. Seeing his face had given me a little more hope that maybe, we'd all get out of this alive.