They crawled through the venting. They came to a grate and Cal pushed it open. They slipped into a dark room. As they stood up they squinted as the lights flashed on. As they looked around they took in rows of single motor speed boats.
“What the fuck? Are there boats on boats now? Fuckin’ rich people,” spouted Cal.
“Must be boat-ception,” giggled Rubi. Cal glared at her friend.
“That is such a dated reference,” she scolded.
“What?” grinned Rubi, “I thought it was funny.” Cal rolled her eyes.
“Let’s get going. I don’t like how bright this room is,” whispered Cal
“One sec,” said Rubi, dropping to her knee and slinging her backpack to the floor.
“What are you doing? This isn’t the time for a picnic!” Cal hissed. Rubi ignored her and began to rummage through her back. “HELLO!? Are you listening to me?” growled Cal. Rubi pulled what looked like a pair of scuba masks out of the bag and tossed on to Cal, who fumbled with it. “What’s this for?” she asked.
“Going for a swim!” said Rubi, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. They jumped as the door swung open. Three mercenaries burst in.
“THERE THEY ARE!” shouted one. The room echoed with gunfire as Rubi and Cal ducked behind the boats.
“What now!? They got us pinned down.” shouted Cal. Rubi’s head spun around. She noticed the yellow and black tape against one wall. That must be access to the lake, thought Rubi. She scanned the room for an activation switch.
“Where is it?” she growled.
“Where is what?” shouted Cal, her voice cracking with stress.
“The control panel!” replied Rubi.
“WHAT CONTROL PANEL!?”
“The one that opens the ramp!” said Rubi. Her voice unusually calm for their current situation. She poked her head around the boat. She pulled it back just as a hail of bullets sparked against the hull of the boat. She drew her pistol, ejected the magazine and checked the capacity.
“Der’mo, I only got to rounds left,” she grumbled.
“What?! You didn’t think to to bring more!?” said Cal exasperated.
“Umm… No,” stated Rubi.
“Oh you glupaya devchonka!” hissed Cal.
“Zatknis' ! I’m thinking!” spat Rubi. The shots halted. One of the mercenaries started speaking in a harsh, ancient sounding, yet singsongy language.
“Hreyfa í kring. Flank thá,” commanded one of the mercenaries. The sounds of boots on the floor echoed.
“I think they are trying to flank us,” whispered Cal.
“Net der'mo. How many shots do you have?” hissed Rubi. Cal ejected the magazine and tucked it into her pocket. She withdrew another magazine and slapped it in.
“Eighteen,” said Cal. Rubi smiled.
“Cover me.” Rubi popped out of her hiding spot, taking the mercenaries by surprise. Cal jumped out too, pointing her pistol at the closest mercenary. He leveled his rifle, but Cal was quicker. She threw two rounds into his shoulder, knocking him spinning, to the ground. Rubi ran towards the other one. The mercenary got of a couple of shots, one impacted Rubi’s arm. She didn’t notice, the adrenaline was pumping through her blood. She tackled mercenary to the floor, knocking of their helmet. It was a woman with a shaved head and slightly pointed ears. Her eyes were two fires. She swung a punch, hitting Rubi in the mouth. Rubi tasted iron. Her jaw was throbbing. Black spots appeared in her vision. She shook her head and swung the butt of her pistol down, impacting the woman’s temple. The woman’s eyes fluttered shut and her body relaxed. Rubi heard two more shots as she struggled to her feet. Someone ran over to her. Cal grabbed her and held her up. Her blue eyes were glistening with worry.
“You okay?” she croaked.
“Y-yeah… J-j-just gimme a sec,” stammered Rubi, “H-h-hit duh b-b-button.” Rubi pointed to the console on the far wall. Cal sat her friend down on the floor and ran over to the console and pressed the green button. Orange caution lights began to flash as the door began to open. Rubi sat there, her head spinning. She closed here eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths. Her head stopped spinning and she stood slowly. The smell of the the marina flooded the room. Cal ran back over to Rubi, a look of worry on her face.
“What?” asked Rubi.
“You’re bleeding,” said Cal, pointing to Rubi’s arm.
“It’s just a graze, I’ll be fine. It’s not like there’s sharks in the lake,” said Rubi with her signature sideways grin. Cal smiled, glad that her friend was making jokes. Rubi pulled on her rebreather.
“You ready?” asked Rubi. Cal nodded and pulled the mask over her face. They stepped towards the hatch and towards the bay. Just as they had reached the edge of the ramp seven more mercenaries burst into the room.
“Der’mo! Go!” shouted Rubi. They dived into the lake. The water was colder than they expected. The heads-up display of the rebreathers showed the water tempature as 73º.The sound of bullets whizzing through the water was surreal. They dove deeper into the lake, lights on the sides of the masks flickered on. The water muffled the sounds around them. Rubi’s arm began to sting as they swam through the murky and polluted water.They finally surfaced just outside of the marina, about fifty meters from a beach. They pulled of their masks and collapsed, breathing heavily on the littered sand. Rubi crawled to her friend, and pushed her cardinal locks behind her ear.
“Told you we would be find,” smiled Rubi.
“Yeah… Yeah you did,” grinned Cal, “But I’m not using the zip-line again, poymite?”
“No promises," smirked Rubi.
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Once again, Sorry about the god awful translations! I figure that the languages would change around and evolve so they wouldn't be completly accurate. I would love to have accurate translations but I don't have the contacts yet. Maybe when these stories get published! *fingers crossed*
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