Spy Mage System

Chapter 122

122 Gunfight (Part 2)

The bullet went past my head but didn’t hit me or anything, as it bounced off the wall behind me, and then I jumped on his back and held his throat tight in my hands as I held him up against the wall. I dug my fingers into his flesh and squeezed so tight that it must have hurt a bit for him, but not enough that he would die.

But all through that, somehow, he threw me over his back.

My back hit the ground like a sack of potatoes while blood dripped from my head and my side. He crawled away from me, pulling out a gun from his waistband and shooting it at me like a madman.

But he missed, and I got up from the ground, kicking his legs out from under him and punching him again and again until finally I heard a loud cry that he must have died because he had stopped moving and fell onto the ground with blood gushing out from his mouth.

I stayed by the corner of the building, panting heavily as I looked at him laying on the ground before I looked up. Soon enough, I saw Malachi and the rest come, and I could tell that their eyes were filled with fear. They all came running towards me, but then stopped when they saw Greyson lying on the ground next to me with blood gushing out of his mouth as his eyes were wide open and lifeless.

Malachi kneeled down beside me with fear in his eyes while I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. But then, Greyson blinked. Then he tried to get up, but September kicked his head, putting him back down on the ground. Then she placed her foot on his chest and pointed the barrel of her gun towards him while she said, “You’re dead.”

He laughed, but stopped when she pressed her finger on the trigger.

“Well you won’t be dead yet,” she admitted with a chuckle as she put her gun away and stood up with her hands in her pockets. “He’s not dead either,” she told me with a smile on her face as she held her hand out to me and helped me up from the ground.

“Well let’s put him in the van before someone shows randomly,” Tisiah said with her hands in his pockets too as we both picked up Greyson’s body and carried it to t The van while September took cover behind a nearby car as she kept an eye on Greyson’s body while he still remained unconscious.

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“Okay, Greg, put him in the trunk,” Tisiah ordered as Greg picked up Greyson’s limp body and walked towards the back of the van where we had put a trunk in there already.

Greg opened it up, then he put Greyson’s body inside of it and closed it up again as Tisiah sighed, saying, “He’s really dead.”

“He looks like he is,” Tisiah muttered, sighs pouring out from her mouth.

We all stood there, looking at the corpse of Greyson and then at each other. We all sighed heavily with relief at this turn of events but also felt uneasy about what could come next, so we all stayed silent, still looking at each other with fear. “Let’s get back to C.A.M,” September said.

“Yeah that’s probably the best idea to be honest,” Tisiah said, sighing and looking out the window as September began to drive. The vehicle roared once it began to move through the streets, just like the thoughts that were racing through my mind. Most of them were fears, but some was hope too, though it was far and few between.

As September drove through the streets of town, we could hear the sounds of fighting that were still going on from somewhere far away. But we had already left that area far behind us.

Soon enough we arrived back to C.A.M, as a series of agents were outside of the building, as if they were awaiting our arrival. September halted the van, as we got out of the vehicle, getting out Greyson. “Put him on medicine!” September said to the agents with a serious expression on her face as the agents looked at us with a frown on their faces. They opened up the back door of the van and slid Greyson’s corpse inside, before shutting it up again.

“Alright, come on, put him in!” shouts began to bellow. Soon enough, Greyson was being put on a bed, rushing inside of the building quickly as I could hear sirens blaring through the air around us as soon as we entered into C.A.M.

Nikki came up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly and pulling me close to her as she kissed my cheek and smiled. “We’re good, we’re fine,” she said as she looked at me sincerely. “Are you doing fine?” I could only stammer and nod as she let go of me, as I looked back at Greyson’s body. I wondered what he would have done if he knew that he was really dead, and that his family and friends weren’t going to see him again.

But he was a bad guy, and we needed him to save the world a lot more. Plus it was self defense...right? Right? I mean...right?

I wasn’t sure to be honest, in fact I began to feel bad. Maybe he wasn’t doing anything wrong, maybe he was trying to help people like I was.

But then again, I couldn’t say that for sure because of what he had done to so many people...the lives he had ruined. The possible things that probably could’ve done with his power. But he was just a human being like me...he was just like me.

After a few minutes to what seemed like hours, he was in bed. It was only right if I greeted him, as I went to him and sat on the bed next to him. I didn’t know what to say or do, so I just sat there and waited. The room was white, with stripes on the wall and a single lamp that was hanging from the ceiling, giving off light and warmth.

Suddenly, I heard the door open, seeing Nikki walking in as if she was a thief or something, but what can I say? I just sat there and stared at him, as I waited for him to tell me what to say or do.

“Hey Greyson,” Nikki called out, walking over to him. “Are you alright?”

His eyes were barely opening, as if death was trying to pull him out of bed. But he opened them slowly until he looked up at us with a confused look on his face. He was silent for a long moment before he spoke in a raspy tone, saying, “What?”

“Are you okay?” Nikki asked again, her voice now more silent and stern like Greyson had just been caught for a crime he hadn’t committed, like Greyson had committed crimes that he hadn’t been caught for.

Greyson seemed to have a shocked expression on his face as he sat up in the bed and looked at her before he nodded slowly, saying, “You guys...we’re the ones.”

“Yes, sadly we were,” I muttered, as a wash of embarrassment washed over me, and I didn’t even feel guilty for doing what we had done. Greyson stared at me for a second before he laughed softly and said, “You’re right...I mean...we didn’t want it this way...but it’s for the greater good.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused about what he was trying to say or imitate.

Greyson began to laugh again, but this time it was more of a hysterical laughter and then he said, “You guys are heroes now, right?”

I shook my head slightly in confusion, not knowing what to say. “Well, we need you to tell us where we can find Petrov,” I said. “Now being that we were not the greatest person, we expected you to attack us. Maybe we moved too fast. After all you are with the MSTO.”

“We were,” he chuckled as he sat back down on his bed and rested his arms on his legs as he said, “I was...but that was only until we knew you guys were coming for us.” He laughed again as he said, “That’s when you showed up.”

I felt confused and almost dumb not understanding what he was syaing or trying to imitate, so I turned around and looked at Nikki, as she seemed to be understanding him as she said, “You mean...you wanted us to show up?” Greyson laughed again before saying, “You see...the TSA blocked us, made us look like betrayers to them. So they pushed me out, and replaced me with Felix Quesada, I’m sure you met him. He led the CSS to become pawns for the TSA, when we wanted to be a part of the designers, the creators of the whole plan.”

“Whole plan?” I asked. “What’s the whole plan?”