Not Far To Go Now

In my line of work, I've had to get used to some seriously tough days. But this one, this one has been the mother of tough days. Usually, I get in, I get out and there's no trouble. Not this time though. Admittedly I'm not exactly used to collecting my targets live and kicking. Yet here I am, hell raining down on all sides and I'm stuck with a wimpering idiot trying not to let him get himself killed before we reach our final destination.

So far, we've jumped out from the window of a skyscraper, dove through the air after leaping from a helicopter and have kept running from the moment we hit the ground. Shots fired our way at almost every step we take. But for now the action's done and dusted... Hopefully it'll stay that way. Having yanked the tracker from the idiots mouth our trip across the city should be a little easier, even with him limping along. Maybe shooting him in the leg wasn't the best move but I doubt letting him run off would've been any better for either of us.

At this stage all I really know is that whatever the hell he's got in his head must be important to somebody. No way I can believe he's worth the expense they're stuffing into putting him down if it wasn't...

Once again we're on the move, slowly weaving our way through the bustling crowds and around the various street vendor stalls selling anything from fake designer clothes to some of the best smelling food for miles around. As we pass one of the clothing stalls I grab one of those knock-off jackets with a big hood and practically throw it over the little fuckwit to cover his head. He gives me a sideways glance but shrugs it on properly and pulls the hood tight over his head. We can't be that far away from our final destination now. I just need to try and keep any attention off of us or this last leg of the journey will be no better than the rest of it.

Ugh, If only we had landed closer to the bloody safehouse... At least this this shit show would likely be over already.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other resting on the grip of the blade at my hip I continue to gently push us onwards through the crowds. From the moment we turned back out onto the streets it's been quiet, not silent of course it's a busy city. But we appear to have lost our tail for a moment and that's all the quiet I care for right now. We're no longer hurrying, simply holding a steady pace with the crowds, while also keeping an eye out for anyone with their eyes on us. My 'friend' here could still do with some cleaning up though. The jacket I chucked over him covers most of the mess and the bleeding appears to have stopped. But the crimson crusting to his face and hands won't be helping us keep a low profile.

We're getting close to the safe house now though and I would rather not risk a detour while so many uniforms are roaming around. We only have a couple more blocks to go, really not that far at all, but the streets are packed and our zig-zagging along only serves to slow us down even further. If it was just me I would make a break for it, knocking down anyone and everyone in my way to reach my destination... Then again if I hadn't of shot him myself we would both be moving quicker.