♣ Jett ♣
The Digits left the room with barely any other sounds, their footsteps echoing through the narrow corridor just outside the dorm. As soon as my dorm was emptied of its contents, only me and Ayre remained, Ayre holding her hands clasped behind her back and rocking slightly back and forth on the balls of her feet. Feeling as though I should probably say something to her, I cleared my throat. (which was unusually dry.) "You ready to go kick some corporate ass?" I clenched my first in the air, and cast her a side-long glance, waiting to see if her response would be similar to mine.
The Digit girl flipped her hair enthusiastically over her shoulder and sent me a dazzling grin. "Definitely!" Ayre did not hesitate to grasp my hand in hers, pulling me towards the doorway of my dorm.
Did we really have to leave just yet? Things could have gotten interesting. I had to jog a bit to keep up with Ayre's long stride, though soon after, she let go of my hand. Rolling the sleeves of my dress shirt up to my elbows, I matched her pace. "We should probably start at the Central; most of the guards are usually hanging out there."
Ayre sniffed daintily then placed her hands on her hips, deep in thought.
In the silence, I couldn't help but quickly look her up and down. Definitely sexy. Shaking my head, I forced the thought out of my mind, earning a quizzical look from the pink-haired Digit. Narrowing my brow, I pretended to be shaking my hair out of my eyes.
With a raised eyebrow, Ayre tapped her foot. "If we start in the Central, it would attract too much unneeded attention; We should probably get started in a less populated place."
Nodding, I began to walk again, nearing closer and closer to the start of our mission. It wouldn't be too hard for us; we were the strongest Digits, of course. "Good idea," I agreed. Looking back for a moment, I caught Ayre grinning.
"This should be interesting!" Pushing me out of the dorm doors, Ayre hastily rushed out into the open. She looked around for a second, then confidently began rushing towards the first building on our right; the Conference Hall. It would be a good place to start, since the highest-ranked generals congregated there.
My shoulder was gripped firmly by a large hand, and I spun around on one heel, facing the person. It was Cobb, the Second in Command general.
"Where do you think you two are going?" He sneered, baring his yellowed teeth slightly. His breath reeked of cigarettes and something old smelling.
Coughing, I made a show of waving the scent away from my nose, then grabbed the man's hand off of my shoulder, twisting it around. Cobb's face contorted in pain, and he growled loudly, trying to force his arm out of my grip.
I simply smirked, and twisted the arm even further, then sent an elbow to Cobb's jaw, momentarily stunning him.
"You little-" Cobb cut the sentence short, stumbling backwards from the sudden hit. He held up his left hand in protest, while cradling his shattered jaw with his right.
Figuring that the man was shocked enough, I advanced further, kicking him square in the stomach. There was a sickening crunch as Cobb fell onto the ground right on top of his twisted arm. His head fell limp against the pavement, a small stream of blood trickling from in between his chapped lips.
With a satisfied grin, I kicked him in the ribs with the toe of my shoe, then turned back towards Ayre, who stood with her mouth agape only a couple yards away from me. I could feel the sweat beading on my collarbone, trickling down my chest. After catching my breath, I deftly removed my shirt and deposited it on the ground. "We should probably get going, huh?"
Ayre snickered. "You seem awfully confident, Mr. Number One," she teased, before continuing towards the guards in the distance.
Her short skirt swished behind her, and I was almost able to see up it, before averting my eyes. "Just showing you how it's done," I replied airily. Just as I finished my smart statement, I looked back up. Ayre was no longer right in front of me. Looking around wildly, I finally caught a glimpse of her over in the corner of the building, taking on two of the guards. I jogged over right as she knocked their heads together, causing them to slump to the ground. Ayre pretended to flick imaginary dust off of her shoulders.
"You were saying?"
"Oh, nothing, seems like you got the hang of it." Shoving my hands into my pockets, I cast my eyes around us. "To the Central, now? The other guys should be almost done with their operations."
Ayre made sure that there weren't any other people around, then tilted her head to the side, a smile playing on her lips. "I suppose!" She straightened her rumpled skirt then skipped past me. "Better keep up, Jett!"
My heart slowed a bit when she mentioned my name, but it didn't stop me from following her dutifully. The next couple of people that we met along the way to the Central didn't get too far; Ayre and I made a good team. Countless other generals and arm men were knocked out cold, and almost no one else remained by the time we got to our final destination. Oddly enough, there wasn't a single person in sight.
"That's odd," Ayre mused, half to herself. "Don't you think there should be more people around here?" She tapped her lip with a finger.
A cold voice behind me stopped Ayre in her thinking. "There should be, but I'm all you get."
Once again, I whirled around to meet the speaker. Staring him in his emotionless eyes, I identified him as the manager of artillery.
Ayre had it covered though; While the manager was distracted, she took her place behind him, then jumped onto his back, simultaneously wrapping her hands around his neck. Gasping from exertion, the girl struggled to stay on the man's back as he tried to knock her off in vain.
"Don't just stand there, you idiot! do something!" Furrowing her eyebrows, she forced the manager's head back, earning a loud crack.
The manager grabbed Ayre's hands, trying to pry her fingers off of him.
Snapping out of my daze, I sent a kick to his crotch, making him double over in obvious pain.
Ayre slipped off of his back and met me by my side, her hands tightened into fists. There was a split second where we met each other's gaze, but she broke the moment off quickly, by battering the manager on his jaw, cheekbone, and eyes.
I kicked him in the back of his knee, then used my hand to force the man onto the pavement.
Ayre ceased her incessant punching and slammed her foot down on the manager's back, causing him to stop protesting.
She turned to me, her pink hair cascading around her shoulders, slightly damp with her sweat. "I saw the other Digit's heading back to the dorms, it's time to get ready for the breakout." Before beginning on her way, she laid a gentle hand on my bare shoulder. "Good work, by the way."
I tried my best to avoid her captivating gaze, and stared down at my feet. "You too..." The worst part was over.
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Sorry if that sucked, but I hope it didn't! It was fun to write XD
