Chapter 11

"So, what is Project NightCannon, anyway?" I asked as we sprinted through the labyrinth of corridors that was this guy's base.
"I dunno. But I can tell from the look in your eye that OW!"
"Maybe you shouldn't be looking in my eye when we're running through narrow hallways, huh?" I said with a smirk.
After a few minutes of re-enacting a five year old's attempt at a maze on the back of a kid's menu at Denny's, we reached another dead end. This time, though, we gained magical powers and shot laser beams out of our eyeballs and flew away with our magical wings of magicalness. Yeah, right. What actually happened is that the fat dude recovered from his teeth caving in and cornered us. I looked at Rich and said, "YTLAITRSWCFH." "Uh..." he looked confused. "*sigh* You Take Left And I Take Right So We Can Flank Him. It's an acronymn." I replied coyly. "Oh, you said something?" Richie wondered. "Sorry, I was busy doing this." he said, indicating the unconscious fat guy.
I heard an electric cackle, and the Boss' voice came through my communications system. "Ifyou two are done playing hostage, we've got a mission. Head outside and I'll..." "Gee, boss, we would love to come and out have a freaking slumber party, but we're kind of lost here." Rich said. "Hold on..." We heard fingers quickly drumming on a keyboard, and then, "Alright, I hacked the security mainframe of this building, so I'll give you instructions on how to get out." He told us when to turn, and a few minutes later, we happily burst through the door and into the... ambush. Well, that's what it would look like to the untrained eye. We could see it was just the boss and his bodygaurds... pointing... guns at us. It was an ambush. We turned on our heels and ran towards the builing, but the boss fired a burst of rounds from his Glock-18 automatic pistol. One made a clean hole through my shoulder, and blood splattered the pavement.
Rich made it away unscathed, but turned around when he saw I was hit. I tied to indicate with my arms for him to run, but all I could do was fall to the ground and think about how much it hurt. All I could hear was a ringing, wooshy kind of sound, like having your ears half in and half out of water. The world faded to just shades of gray. Richie ran towards me, his footsteps inaudible to my ears.
I rolled my head and saw flashes come out of the barrels of the men's guns. I rolled my head back and saw Richie recoil as gray liquid spilled out of his chest from lots of gunshot wounds. He dropped onto his knees,and his head hung down. More gray liquid spilled out of his mouth, and when he tried to breathe, even more came out as he coughed it up.
Then I blacked out.