"Blue house, hector street."
It was a foggy day in New York, and the rain came and went throughout it. The past couple of days had gone by so fast and considering everything that had happened in the past months, getting news of Cameron being alive was a miracle.
When Quill saw the message from The unknown number, she frantically ran to Antonio. "Sir!...I know where she is!"
Struggling to throw their boots on, The devils wings got ready. Just before leaving they gathered into a group outside the Hotel.
"Listen up!" Quill spoke, standing next to Antonio. "I received this message 5 hours ago. It simply says 'Blue house, Hector Street.' Then shortly after I got a text with and exclamation point and that's it. I think Whoever Cameron is with found out about the texts meaning she is in immediate danger. Move out!" Quill finished.
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Cameron's side.
Rewind about three months back.
The group had just left to find and kill the remaining members of the rival gang. Cameron sat inside the med bay, confused. She had just woken up and no one was near by. All of a sudden she heard multiple shots fired. She stumbled of the bed and before she could hide under it, the glass door slammed open, shattering in pieces.
She screamed as they dragged her out from under the bed and through the pile of glass. They moved her into a black van that sat outside the warehouse. Along with 15 other members of her gang in the van with her, they drove away and into the darkness of that night.
Due to the glass, The fresh cuts on her back and hands caused her to black out. When she woke up she was laying on a stained, sheet less mattress, all wrapped up in bloodstained bandages.
She sat up and looked around to see nothing but black walls and a sheet of one way glass. Except she was on the viewing side. She stood up slowly, holding her stomach.
Cameron gasped in horror. There they were, all 30, hanging from the roof on nooses. She started crying. They didn't even spare the children.
She stood there, Anger building up inside of her. Cameron turned to see the door opening and men spewing in. "What do you want from me!?" She screamed.
"For Antonio to feel what we felt." They came closer. "You lay a finger-" Cameron was cut off. One touched her thigh with a chuckle. "Or what?" "Or I'll show you what!" She grabbed his gun from his holster, shooting him in the chest before he could stop her.
The men began to lung at her, attempting to stop her, but she dodged them and ran out of the door, locking it behind herself.
"Poisoned gas? If I do say so myself." She laughed, pressing the button of the control panel. The gas began to fill in the room she was just in. She smiled, watching the men through the cameras, cough, sputter and fall to the ground.
Cameron ran through the exit, gun in hand and ready to shoot anyone who tried to stop her. "I'm not dying today!"
