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King of the World

By @Briannag288

Old Friends

Taylor shielded Amber from the blast as they ran for cover. Once Amber was safe, Taylor looked back at the Jet. “Well, ****. There goes our way out of here. Are you alright?”

“A little banged up, but I’m good. Oh god, you’re bleeding!” Amber said, pointing to Taylor’s arm.

“It’s just a scratch. Doesn’t even hurt that much,” Taylor said, taking out a small medical kit from his bag. 

“Why do guys always say that? It’s bad. So, ever had someone try and kill you before?” Amber asked, trying not to freak out.

“Only five other times. After the sixth, you get a free cookie,” Taylor laughed.

Amber chuckled. “Not funny. We could’ve died.”

“But we didn’t. As far as they know,” Taylor nodded in the blanks direction. Several guards came towards the Jet to check the wreckage. “****, I forgot about Alan!” Taylor looked towards the cockpit and saw Alan’s charred remains. “Sorry, man.”

“It’s not your fault,” Amber said.

“I know. It just sucks. Can you walk?”

Amber stood up and smiled. “Looks like it.”

“Good. We need to find another way out of here. Supplies and such need to be delivered somehow. They have to have a way for people to come in and out. Maybe a service entrance?” Taylor looked around. “There! Past the entrance. You see that.”

Amber followed his gaze to a small shutter on the side of the building. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Follow me and keep you’re head down. Have that knife at the ready. Not saying we’ll need to use it, but better safe than sorry with these guys. Plus, they tried to kill us. No telling what they might do.” Taylor held his hand out to her. “Ready?”

Amber placed her hand in his. “Yeah.” 

They stayed low, only standing up for a second before getting back down as they made their way towards the service entrance. Taylor had taken out another knife and a taser and placed them on his belt for convenience. “Looks like they called all the guards to the front,” Taylor whispered. “Should be easy enough to get in.”

“What then? I doubt they’ll keep the keys to anything on the front desk. Even if we find a car, who do we get it out?” Amber whispered back.

“One step at a time.”

“Is that Taylor, for I don’t know?” Amber asked.

Taylor looked back at her and grinned. “We’ll figure something out.”

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” Amber thought as they crouched under the service shutter. Taylor lifted the shutter high enough so she could get in. Once she was in, he followed inside. 

“Okay, step one complete. Step two…” Taylor looked around. “In progress.”

Amber was busy taking more pictures. He admired her level of calmness in the situation. When she saw him staring at her, he felt like a creep. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, you’re good as long as you don’t look in certain areas. Then you get to keep your eyes,” Amber said, smirking.

“I’d appreciate that. Keeping my eyes, I mean. Not looking…I’m going to go over here,” Taylor said, walking away. “Smooth, Taylor. Real smooth,” He thought as he checked their surroundings. The warehouse they were in was big but not as big as he expected. There were only a few trucks, and most of them didn’t look like they had much room inside. Mostly boxes. Taylor opened one of the boxes and saw it was full of different colored tracksuits. “Hey, Amber. Come here for a sec!”

Amber hurried over and took a picture. “These are what the players wear. They have a lot of them. Were they expecting more people? Why cap it at one hundred new players?”

“Not sure,” Taylor said, closing the box. One truck caught his eye. It was bigger than the others and had a terrible smell coming from it. “What the hell is that smell?”

“It smells like someone died!” Amber said, pinching her nose.

Taylor went over to the box and pulled a large crate out. It had “#59” on the front. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is,” Taylor said as he tried to open it. When he got the lid off, his eyes went wide. “****.”

“What?” Amber said, walking over. She saw what he was looking at and vomited. “What the ****?!”

“That means all of these crates are bodies. Jesus, there has to be over fifty in here. What’s been going on in here?” Taylor asked, putting the lid back on the box. He was about to say something when the sound of a door creaked open. “Get down!” Taylor whispered loud enough so she could hear.

“I don’t think this is the way out,” A female voice said.

“Sure it is; I read the map right. I think,” A male voice said

“Where are all the guards?” Another female voice asked.

Taylor took out his taser and stepped out from the shadows. “Stop right there! I’m Agent Taylor Williams. Identify yourselves.”

“What’s a cop doing here?” The male asked. 

Taylor noticed they were all wearing player tracksuits. “Wait, you guys are players?” Taylor asked.

“Not anymore! We’re trying to find a way out. Not to sound ungrateful, but what are you doing here?” The orange tracksuit female asked.

Just then, Amber popped her head up. “Hi.”

“She a cop too?” The male player asked. 

“Hell no, I’m not. Neither is he. He’s a special agent. We’re looking for another way out of this hellhole. Also, looking for my friend. His name’s Jasper. I’m Amber, by the way.”

“Wait, you know Jasper? We know him. Is he alive? A lot of people died, so we thought he might have died too. I’m Dominic. Call me Dom. Orange is Jasmine, and green is Ema.”

“Hey,” Ema said.

“Glad to see some normal people for once,” Jasmine said. 

“You guys look like you’ve been through some ****. No offense,” Taylor said.

“None taken, bro. Please tell us you guys got here on a plane or something?” Dom asked.

“We did, but it blew up,” Amber said. 

“Just our luck,” Jasmine said. “Maybe the keys to one of these trucks are around?”

“Okay, I think we passed an office on the way down. Should be something in there,” Ema said. 

“Okay, you guys stay here and keep your heads down.” Taylor looked at Amber. “Mind doing a few interviews?”

“Alright, don’t do anything stupid,” Amber said, looking away.

“No promises,” Taylor winked and hurried up the stairs towards the office.

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