𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 off in the distance causes Jorge roll his eyes—flicking the ticking watching in his hands to catch the time.

"They're late." He huffs

Brenda sniffles as she shifts her watch to check the time, narrowing her eyes as she brings the limb down.

A loud train horn echoing through the distance causes the two to share a grin before lifting their weapons up and getting ready.

"Here we go!"

Jorge starts the engine as Brenda clicks her gun off safety, watching as the man closes the rusty metal in the window.

The two share a glance before Jorge steps on the gas, sending the vehicle forward as it kicks up the yellow sand behind it.

The off terrain vehicle jumps over a small cliff and skids to the side, turning as it follows along side the train whizzing beside it.

Jorge stomps his foot on the gas—pushing the vehicle even faster as it passes two rusted containers. The man speeds past the numerous train cars as he finally approaches the front of the train—quickly flickering his eyes between the train engine and the rough terrain in front of him.

"Brenda, we're coming up behind." Thomas yells into the radio. "Keep 'em busy!"

Dust flies, clouding the path behind the vehicle as Thomas shares a glance to the older man beside him, stepping on the gas.

"Hang on!" Vince yells, slamming his brown combat boot down onto the pedal, harder.

Brenda pushes her body up to stand, poking through the sunroof as she raises her gun and points it toward the window of the train engine.

Narrowing her eyes through the scope, the girl pulls the trigger—effectively making the captains of the train flinch back and yelp as the bullet shatters the window.

Jumping the vehicle over the set of train tracks, Thomas' grip on the steel door above him tightens.

Heart hammering against his rib cage as he pulls his lips into a smile—knowing he would be seeing his favorite set of emerald orbs and Minho soon.

The vehicle slides and bounces along the rough edges of the railway as Vince grips the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep the wheels planted on the outside of the tracks so they don't go spinning off.

"This is crazy, Thomas!" Vince yells as he presses the petal down to gain more speed, glancing at the boy beside him who has a look of pure determination all over his face.

"Whoa!" Jorge shouts, both him and Brenda duck as bullets bounce across the vehicle.

Jorge whips the wheel to the side as he tries to put some distance in between the train and themselves, "Hang on!" The man yells as he pulls his pistol out of his pocket, narrowing his eyes as he aims between the small gap in the window.

"Come on—come on.." Thomas bounces his leg up and down as he then pulls the backpack's straps around his shoulders off. Pulling on the handle bars above him, the boy lifts himself to stand on the side of the moving vehicle.

Wind pushes past Thomas' now, longer hair as he climbs on-top, flinching at the loud horn of the train as he steadies himself of the rusty hood. Thomas grabs onto the grappling hook, readying it as he yells to Vince "Get me closer!"

Vince steps on the gas, effectively getting the vehicle feet away from the speeding train as Thomas leans forward, keeping his hand on the rope behind him so he doesn't fall.

Metal clings together as the boy hooks onto the moving train, steadying himself before pushing his legs to jump onto the cart.

A grunt escapes his lips as Thomas grabs onto the railing, stepping carefully as he ascends the metal latter, connected onto the container.

"Come on, Vince!" The boy yells, steadying himself as the older man starts to climb ontop of the vehicle.

A sudden pop sounds, sending the man onto his back. Thomas' eyes go wide as he notices the popped tire, sparking along the railroad, riding on nothing but the rusted metal rims.

"Vince!" Thomas calls out, in panic.

Vince pushes himself up, balancing on the hood of the vehicle—which is steadily moving away from the spool breaking and letting loose as Thomas shouts "Jump!"

The man hesitates for a slight second before pushing his feet off of the rusted metal, latching his hand onto Thomas' as he barely makes it onto the cart.

Suddenly, the wire breaks—sending the vehicle to flip up from the back and tumble to the ground behind  with a loud screech. Thomas and the older man flinch as their wide eyes stare back at the vehicle in the now, distance.

"Shit." Vince cusses as Thomas turns to the man, wanting to hurry. "Let's go!" The boy yells as he starts climbing the steps once again.

"Hey!" Vince stops the boy, pointing behind them. "Berg!"

Thomas whips around quickly, widening his deep golden orbs at the aircraft carrier bolting towards them.

"Hey, Brenda." Thomas yells into the radio "You've got company."

A loud thud strikes the ground beside Brenda and Jorge—sending dust and sparks flying into the air as Jorge swerves to dodge the in-coming missile.

"Go, go, go, go!" The girl screams

"Watch out!" Jorge yells as he continues swerving the vehicle in different directions, barley avoiding the deadly blasts.

"Holy shit!" The man yells again as he whips the vehicle away.

"Thomas, you're on your own." Brenda's voice comes over the boy's radio. "Don't die."

"Good luck" Thomas yells back into the device in his hands.

"We gotta move! Come on." The boy users Vince.

The pair pull themselves up onto the train cars, balancing themselves as they kick their feet into a sprint. Wincing as the air blows harshly against their bodies as their feet pound against the metal below them.

Shouts and the sight of figures moving across the tops of the train cars in front of the two makes them skid to a stop. Thomas' heart pounds wildly as his eyes widen at the soldiers heading their way.

Vince quickly slips down in between the cars, carefully planting his feet onto the floor as Thomas nervously fiddles with his pistol inside his pocket.

"Give me the bag!" Vince shouts from below.

Throwing the bag down to Vince, Thomas quickly pulls the metal weapon out of his pocket, aiming for the incoming guards growing closer but shakes his head before slipping down beside Vince.

Hopping onto the next car, Thomas aims his gun again at the guards—letting shots leave the barrel as the soldier's figures appear over the edge of the car before him. Effectively striking a few of the soldiers down as some bounce against the metal in front of him, Thomas quickly whips his head back to the man. "Vince?"

"We're set! Cover your ass!" The man yells back as Thomas quickly snaps his head back in front of him.

Putting the weapon in the waistband of his pants, Thomas quickly retreats along side of Vince as the man yells "Take cover!"

Guards pile onto the cart beside them, all shooting and barley missing the two as the climb onto the opposite sides of the car.

Just as Thomas and Vince managed to get further away, a sudden explosion sends the guards flying in every different direction—causing the train cars to lock their wheels as the metal holding them together detaches.

Thomas sighs in relief as he spins back around to face the train growing more distant, smoke filling the air between them as the car slows to a stop.

Pushing off of the metal, Thomas and Vince both land on the ground, boots hitting the dust below them as the car screeches.Wide whiskey orbs look off into the distance, praying they had successfully rescued their friends.

Thomas glides his hand up to his mouth as he turns to his left, letting out a loud whistle to signal to the others.

"Move!" Vince yells as he waves to Newt, who rises to stand from behind a rock— blinking in disbelief.

"All right. Come on, let's go!" The blond shouts behind him, waving his arm "Come on!"

Banging his fist against the thick metal, Thomas quickly makes his way down the containers—shouting for Minho and Blake. His whole body shakes as his heart continues pounding against his chest.

"Minho!—Blake!" The boy yells as he slams his hand into the side of the car. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦..

Muffled shouting erupts from the inside of the cart as Thomas ears perk up at a familiar boy's scream. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰!

"This one! This one!" Thomas ushers as Newt comes to his side, slinging his backpack down from his shoulder.

Stumbling back nervously, Thomas watches as Newt turns the knob inside his backpack with a hiss. Pulling the mask over his face, Newt shares a glance with Thomas before turning back to face the container.

"Oh, shit!" Vince cusses from beside Thomas, making the boy whip his head to the direction of the incoming danger.

"It's gonna be close." The boy whispers as he keeps his gaze on the soldiers running towards them.

Quickly tightening the straps around the rail car, Thomas and Vince hurry as fast as they can. Craning his neck over the edge of the car as he ties the rope Thomas yells "Newt, how you doing?"

"Don't rush me." The blond replies dryly as he continues torching the metal in front of him.

"Shit!" Thomas flinches back as a bullet bounces off the metal right beside him. Sparks and light thuds sound as the array of bullets bounce around them.

Pulling the gun back out of his pocket, Thomas fires a few shots at the in-coming guards, praying for the team to hurry it up.

"Newt, get up here!" The boy shouts, steadying himself as Vince slides off the side of the car.

"Almost there." The blond hums

Shots leave Vince's gun as he plants his feet onto the sand below him, back up till he's feet away from the blond. Covering the boy as he works.

"Newt, go!" Vince yells as the boy smiles proudly at his work.

Pulling the metal between his fingertips, Newt hauls himself up the side of the latter, flinching away as bullets spark the sides of the metal car.

"Where the hell are they?" The blond grumbles as he pushes himself to lay beside Thomas, hiding themselves from the bullets whizzing past.

"I don't know!" Thomas grumbles back in agitation, heart pounding against his chest as he fires more rounds.

The whirling of a berg's propellers catches the two boy's attention, glancing above them as they now kneel on top of the container.

Screeching sounds from the berg as it lowers a hook down to the boys, making Thomas and Newt share a grin. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩!

"Come on!"

"Lower!" The two boys shout up to their friends as they wave their hands. Thomas quickly jumps up, grabbing the hook to lower it down with a grunt as bullets continue whizzing past.

Finally connecting the shipping container with the hook, Thomas shouts up to his friends hovering in the berg. "Go, go!"

The boys steady themselves as Newt leans over the edge, shouting. "Vince! Get up here!"

The wind picks up, whirling around the group as the berg slowly lifts the creeking metal into the air.

"Now, Vince!" Thomas yells, making the older man sprint toward the latter, hooking his hands onto the railing as he pulls himself up.

Screeching from the metal echos through the air as Thomas rises to stand, shooting a few of the guards as they near closer.

Vince pulls himself on-top of the container as it lifts higher into the air. Guards stop and stare at the scene in front of them from below as cheers errupt from the boys.

"Yeah!" Thomas laughs, relief flooding his veins as he celebrates with the group, flying off into the sky.