Jill Being As Loud As Ever

Calian POV

"Then we'll clear street level first then move up the floors," Jill shot the chains locking the mesh door by the alleyway, opening and leading in. I turned a corner and look at what I saw, a party of 3 zombies with a whole lot of beer on the floor. "Back off slowly from the corner," when Jill says so, you do so, and so I did it, slowly walking in reverse until my back hits the steel mesh and the zombies going slower than ever in the alley.

BOOM! "Jesus Christ, a warning would suffice," Jill shot at a red barrel beside the zombies, the explosion throwing them off their feet and flying out in flames. "What's the fun in that," she raised up her hand in amusement and walked into the alley, avoiding the hot red corpses of zombies and their mangled bits and pieces.

That reminds me of my final day in Kingsman, a whole show of heads exploding in colors and the main character off getting it out with some Swedish Princess. "Another grenade for the taking and a box of shotgun shells," and she put all those into her pouch, is that an spatial item, how the heck did all the items fit in it.

"I think we better go grab the hose first and then make our way upstairs. If my sense of direction is right, then going up could also mean going by," I personally don't what that could entail but whatever, it's just a hose. "I entered the subway office and pulled the hose out of the building, "Don't you think this fire hose is a little small? Aren't they usually about 100 feet in length?"

"No matter, in any case, we now have the hose," Jill shrugged the question off and went over a police car, checking the trunk for anything useful, doesn't seem like there is. "Let's go up," we went up the steel stairs and opened the wooden door, a short corridor with only one door in the end of it.

Jill pumped her shotgun and opened the door, shot it at something. "What's in there?" Jill entered and shot once more. "A storeroom and a dead zombie," I went in and its indeed a storeroom, a relatively small one with multiple racks and a lot of big boxes piled up. "You missed a dead man Jill," sad man, a clear open wound on his neck from possibly a zombie.

"And a journal about the man's obsession with lube and a safe," I flipped through the notes and nothing else is as important as the opened page. "Do you think the code will be the same as the ones on the telephone number," Jill fiddled with the safe, turning the numbers left, right and left. A sound of internal clacking was heard, "Voila!"

Jill opened it and if it was not the same situation I'm in right now, I would've taken everything in that safe. Stacks of cash overflow and dropped out, along with some jewelry and documents. "Look at what I found, a red dot sight on a gun, the same model too!" Jill quickly detached the sight and reattached it on her gun, aiming at the man's head and then at me.

"Would you put the gun away before you hurt somebody," I put my hand on her gun and lowered it, checking if there was anything left in the safe. "Only one way left to go from here," Jill turned the door knob a few times before finally kicking it open, shhh. "What? It's locked," I raised up a key I got from the safe, "You can do subtler than that."

"It got the job done," Jill dismissed and went out through the door, I sighed and followed her into a balcony interconnected with other buildings, there's even a stairway leading down to the front street of Jim's Crabs, I love crabs. "Here we are on a roof full of convolutedly placed vents, airways and scaffoldings," I have to agree the placement of the vents really made the place look like a maze you could see over.

"And over there is our burning alley," Jill shot a bullet into a body lying on the ground, twitching. Another zombie rose form behind the vents, looking over and at Jill without emotions. Who am I kidding, zombies aren't suppose to have feelings. One, two, three shots to the head and toppled over. "It's a fortune these zombies aren't smart."

I couldn't help but shudder, smart zombies? The whole world would die out if that happens, can you imagine a zombie capable of firing guns, neither do I. Jill went up to the edge of the roof and kicked a metal ladder down. "Ladies first," I opened my arms and swayed it from Jill and towards the ladder.

"If you say so gentleman," Jill slid down with ease, do her hands not burn by the friction of her skin against the metal. "Here you go," I tossed the hose off my shoulder and Jill caught it perfectly and waited as I manually descended down. "Calian, is it just me or is it hot," Jill wiped the sweat of her forehead and flapped her hands a few times.

"Not to my realization," I don't feel hot, not with my suit on. "How are you not sweating or feeling any heat from the environment?" Jill frustratingly asked me, her big wide eyes were almost pleading and... cute. "Kingsman suits are designed to be suitable at any temperatures, it has built in cooling and warming systems," I smugly said, showing off my suit, stretching left and right to further showcase it.

"Tell me, how to join your agency," she looked at me pitifully with bright eyes, reflecting the stars above the skies, need an excuse quick. "It's only eligible for Brits," I speedily said and forcibly released her hands off my suit, straightening it back just as rapidly. "You're not even British! Even if you act like one!" She accused me of not being British!

Technically I'm not one, but I gotta play the part. "I lived in Britain long enough to be considered British," take your hands off my suit! I slapped her hands away. "Fine jeez," she rubbed her shoved hands in mock disgrace. "Shouldn't we go and put out some fire," Jill grudgingly dragged the hose over to the alley.

One step closer to the substation.