Contractee [3]

It was night. Contractee ran through the factory, dodging gunfire as if it were part of his routine.

-Oh!

He was wounded, but the adrenaline made the pain fade into the background. The place was a true nightmare: an ambush set up for the whole family. Don Sonellino had ordered a retreat, but Contractee had stayed behind. Without his radio and completely isolated, he was now the target of half the factory.

—When I said I wanted to shine on missions... I didn't want to do it this way!

He joked between gasps.

He climbed the machinery to gain height. When he spotted a window, he didn't think twice: he ran towards it, covered his face with his arms, and jumped.

The glass shattered into hundreds of fragments that flew in all directions.

—AHG!

It fell flat on a garbage container with a thud.

He struggled to his feet. Now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off, the pain from his wound burned like hell. Even so, he kept running with what little strength he had left.

He didn't look where he was going.

He tripped over you and ended up collapsing against your chest