❝Things C.h.a.n.g.e...Doesn't //Mean// They Get Better❞

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Light only <3

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"Go left at the next street," Jensen said. "Guns at the ready." He shifted in his chair, trying to ignore the pain radiating from his stomach. The pain was worse that day than it had been in a long time. He reached for his pill bottle and looked inside. It was running low. They wouldn't get anymore painkillers in until next week, and he went through them like candy.

"Wait. Hold up!" he said.

The team froze. Jensen leaned forward, his eyes intent on the screen in front of him. "Did anyone else hear that?"

"Hear what?" Shira asked.

"The com must have picked it up. Something's out there."

He tapped his fingers against the desk. "Split into twos," he said. "Find it."

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Yona tilted the front of her gun down and looked over at Shira, "With me," she calls softly, her lips tilted in a cheerful smile. Her copper-like hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail; the frizzy mess had seen better days. All of Yona had seen better times; it had been forever since she took the time to take care of herself and not jump for a chance to get out of the base and do something.

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"Careful," Jensen said, his voice filtering through into their ears.

Shira nodded to Yona. "Let's go," she said softly. They split up from the rest of the team and headed down a side street.

"The building on your left," Jensen said. "The one with the Coca-Cola ad. Third floor, second window from the right."

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"Of course," Yona says before they head down the street. She looks up to where he directed them. She approaches the entrance quietly, waiting for Shira to join her before sliding in and checking the bottom floor with a quick, sweeping look.

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Shira watched her back and entered behind her, gun at the ready. Over five miles away, Jensen watched with bated breath.

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Yona walks over to the stairs leading up to the next floor, and carefully places her foot on the first step. Seeing that it didn't make a noise, she continued from there, her gun pointed up as she scaled the stairs slowly.

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Shira followed her backwards, placing each foot carefully on the next step so she didn't trip. There was no way she was exposing their backs to the bottom of the stairs.

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Yona licked her lips, drying the cracked skin as she carefully checks the hall, and slides to the stairs leading up to the next floor. She pauses a moment before continuing upwards, towards the third floor where Jensen had told them to go.

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Jensen hardly breathed as they walked. His eyes were trained on the screens around him, moving from one to the next in smooth succession. The two of them had multiple cameras on them, so Jensen had a better vantage point. He could see almost everything going on around them.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

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(sorry! <3)

The red head suddenly stopped, and motioned to Shira, pointing to the right with her thumb. She had heard scratching from the way, and something fall onto the floor.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Shira moved off to the right, her footsteps light and silent. Her hands tightened around the gun for a moment before she reminded herself not to tense up. It could throw off her aim.