M: 12 percent
*I felt my eyes fill with tears. I was going to end Sabrina and everyone she ever loved.*
*I looked at my brother who was getting his wounds cleaned. He had a big and deep cut on his lowed stomach and the medic was trying to sterilize it. I watched as he used a long needle to numb the area and then started to give him stitches. By the time they were done we had arrived back at the base. They carried Logan in on a stretcher, immediantly taking him to urgent care. I walked up to Diane and Wyatt who were directing everyone around*
Y/N: Where is Sabrina?
W: In the holding chambers on the lower 2 floor.
Y/N: Give me your gun, knife and the key to her cell.
*Wyatt pulled out his knife from his boot, his gun and the keys from his pocket. He handed it to me and I put the gun in the back of my pants and put the key and knife in my pocket.*
Y/N: What’s her cell number?
D: Number 22 but I think you should wait unt-
Y/N: Sabrina is dying today. I could give zero fucks on what your opinion is on it. Understand?
D: Yes Mrs.Wolf
Y/N: For fucks sake it’s Paul
*Before she could respond I turned around and got into the elevator. I went down to the underground 2nd floor and walked to cell 22. I pulled out my knife and the keys. I walked in and Sabrina help up to the ceiling by a rope. Her feet were barely touching the ground so she was basically carrying her own body weight in her arms.*
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~