'Am I dead?'

*Cluck*

My eyes remained closed, as I awaited a swift death approached by a slashing 11 inch projectile blasting my head off.

The Feeling of death anyways, not new to me.

Is Cold, and ruthless.

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But, does that bullet takes so much seconds to reach a distance more less than my height?

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*Click*

*Click*

I tried opening my eyes.

And before me, was a man with his face which was full of annoyance, having his fingers trying to push through his gun's trigger which seemed to be jammed, and his eyes trying to find what problem it has got into.

And, I- seeming like a dumb, took a moment to think.

Getting some time, slowly moving out from his clutching range-

"Looks Like you're finding this."

He looked towards me, And I raised my hands having the connectors which he was finding.

I gave him a smirk on my face, trying to get him more outraged.

And guess what, his annoyed face turned red with rage- And he, in a rage pounced upon me; cursing his senses out on me in rage.

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*DOOM!*

The Big man fell off like flying towards the wall behind him, splattering his flesh and blood almost all over the room.

While my hand still had that connector, intimidating his rage out of him.

But,

This time- my other hand had something to stop him.

A Stainer* with its powerful calibre and stopping power.

For where it came from- I guess you can imagine I had a table beside me.

And, while taunting that big man with his gun's connector, I picked it up from where it was kept under the table.

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I approached my towards my boss, who has drowsy with one of his legs obliterated by that shot- while being sitted on a pool of his own blood.

I carried him on my back, and got him laid on a platform I used to sleep on when not on work.

Taking out the meds from the drawers under it, I immediately gave him a D.T.R. shot* into his open wound, and started cleaning his wound with whatever effort I could.

I found it better to seal off his blood vessels with a 'Freezener-clotter'*, which immediately stopped his bleeding and pain.

Seeing him unconscious, I gave him some 'Modafinil' after which he came a bit in his senses- moving his lips and murmering.

I knew, this will hold him up enough until I get some help from the medbay.

So, I started to get some professional aid to treat him; But he stopped me by my jacket.

Trying hard to say something, he gestured me to come close.

I heard his whisper-

"F..Fourth section, Ninth row...Bottom one...Ge..Get..me the box kept there..Hurry.. "

In a sudden reaction-

Having no other thoughts on my mind, I ran towards the Forth section next to the room where we kept the high value artefacts waiting to be sold.

Getting towards the Ninth row, I found a mid-sized box kept on the bottom shelve among other boxes and artefacts-

Taking a strong breath, I hurried back lifting it like having a adrenaline rush going through my veins.

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"..."-Boss tried to speak something; but as his breathlessness caught his voice, he gestured me something with his hands.

I understood.

He wanted me to take that box.

"You are giving me this?"

I asked pointing towards the box, trying to confirm my understanding.

He nodded in assertion.

Confirmed and assured, as soon as I got my hands on that box; sounds of shouting and cries started coming from the upper floor, alarmingly telling me of something was wrong again.

I looked towards the big man who attacked us.

He was dead, and was turning green.

And, that meant- it was someone having a mixed blood*.

No wonder how he was so strong and powerful.

I sighed, and took his stinger; scavenging his blood-soiled pockets for it's bullets- I made myself ready to face what seemed like a chaotic problem happening over where I was.

On the next moment, sound of many steps started coming from the staircase, hearing them, I can predict more than one people were coming down to where we were.

I was in trouble?

or,

It was just a sound of people coming to check what happened in the basement because of the gunshot?

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I wondered.

I even thought to run away.

I could have ran away looting my boss from head to toe.

But, no.

A sense of strange 'filiality' clicked inside my mind, bringing a whole stash of memories I made working here.

Afterall- The wounded man lying before me has saved me uncountable times in just two years.

Something no stranger would do.

And No less than a friend wouldn't.

"Dang it!"

I murmured, and put the box next to my near-senseless Boss.

I decided, I would stay and face what was coming up.

I can't leave just like this.

I reloaded the gun; putting back the connector in the stinger, I de-jammed it's firepower back to normal.

Taking a deep breath-

I clasped both the guns in my hands tightly, and closed in next to the stairs- standing at a blind angle from where I can see who is coming down, but I can't be seen by the person coming down.

As the sound deepened, I held my breath as a pair of feet clad in black shoes came into my sight- which quickly descended down the stairs to form a familiar figure.

It was Niloy.

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I took a sigh of relief.

"Niloy? What's going on here?"

I asked Niloy, still having my hands on the guns.

"Some goons broke-in, I stopped some of them, but the Big one rumbled his way down.", He continued, taking a pause- "And now...a whole group of Goons are seiging us inside, making trouble."

"Eh? Goons? A whole group?"

I wondered a bit, and asked in annoyance-

"How dare they seige us inside our own place? You got any clues about who they are?"

"Naah, Not even one. But, they are Alienatically* strong- I somehow knocked out three of them anyhow and struggled to shut the doors." He said, taking a deep breath.