Cameron’s heart began to race as Justin instructed her to not only find a way into command and retrieve a gun, but to also liberate the command post, of course if she didn’t get shot first. That seemed highly likely at the moment, but she nodded as with false confidence and began to dash towards the ground floor of the building as the men guarding it became distracted by Justin and Michael shooting at them from inside the shop. A good distraction, but she was doubtful it would last long enough for her to complete her mission. 

Her body nearly slammed into the side of the building after sprinting as quickly as she could, but her heavy pack was making it impossible to keep a low profile. With a mumbled “fuck it,” she began to quickly dump out the extra clothes and unnecessary items that filled it, leaving only her water bottle, a small amount of food, and the [i]stupid[/i] box. 

Cameron crouched and ran around the perimeter of the skyscraper until she came across a broken window. “Oh, thank god,” she whispered as she tucked her gun back in its new home and shimmied her way up to and through the window, getting sliced by a shard of glass near her rib cage which made a nice hole in both her tank top and her skin. She sharply inhaled and winced, but continued until she plopped on the floor inside the building. “Damn it,” she murmured as she inspected her side – not deep enough to damage anything, yet deep enough to cause a burning pain. She rolled her eyes and grunted as she stood up to observe where she was. 

It was an unoccupied, dusty office, completed with a desk and chair. Cameron could hear the pitter-patter of feet scuffling around outside the door, not sure who they belonged to, and after cautiously approaching it, she turned the knob slowly and creaked it open only enough to see into the heart of the first floor. It was only occupied by two men, both from the group of assailants who were after her and what she possessed, and it seemed as though they were looking through the round desk that sat in the middle of the lobby, throwing things angrily at not locating what they needed. Their backs were to her. Perfect. 

In a split second, Cameron was running lightly through the lobby and jumping onto the back of one of the men, using the knife that was on her thigh to slit his throat. Immediately, a blow to the face knocked her down onto the cold, marble floor, and she scooted back quickly using her boots as the second man began to ready his gun and aim it at her head, when all of a sudden, [b]POW[/b].

The man dropped down on the floor in front of her, his blood splattering the length of her, and her head snapped over to where the ear-shattering sound originated. A young boy, maybe 11 or 12 in age, was holding the shotgun Justin had sent her to get in his trembling hands. He was frightened, that was for sure, and Cameron got up to run to his side. “Thank you,” she began, “You’re gonna be okay." Her eyes were frantically scanning the floor. "Is anyone alive in here?” 
The boy nodded rapidly and pointed a small finger to a door on the other end of the lobby. “There.” 
“Okay, let’s hurry,” she whispered as she signaled for him to crouch and follow her. 

Locked. Cameron took a deep breath and kicked the knob until it swung open violently, revealing what was hidden behind it. Bodies. Most with their hands tied behind their backs. Blood formed in pools under the sea of the men, and she grabbed the young boy’s head and buried it in her stomach as she looked around the room for any sign of life.
“Is anyone alive?” she whispered forcefully. “I’ve been sent by Justin and Michael. I’m here to help.” 

At those words, four heads rose up from the floor slowly and looked to her with wide eyes. Cameron carefully walked over the bodies lying on the floor to free their hands and help them up. Playing dead. Smart. She asked one where the armory was, and they all ran single file to the location they lead her too. There wasn’t much left of the stock, she could tell, but they grabbed what they could, but during their exit, an assailant spotted them and lifted his gun to shoot.  The man behind her shot him before he could even make a noise. Although their enemy had greatly weakened them, she was impressed by the level of skill that she had seen since she had gotten to the city.

“Follow me, I’m sure they heard the gunshots by now.” Cameron led the five back to the window she had come through, and after scanning the area outside, she and the others climbed out slowly and jumped to the ground below. The guards were still shooting at Michael and Justin in the shop, and the group quickly discussed the best course of action. Once they reached an agreement, they charged the group of men, spraying bullets in every direction as they pushed towards the building holding the two.

Cameron did not hit a single person with what she fired – her aim was awful. But the men with her had successfully killed most of their aggressors, causing the other few to retreat and request backup. An intense wave of relief crashed over her as they approached the shop to see the two still alive. She smirked as her hand held the gash on her side, and she tossed Justin the shot gun the boy had retrieved before asking, “What now, scout?”