Gunshots were heard outside.
Running as fast as she can, Aquilas headed out onto the hallway, to the waiting room, and through the long hallway and back to the elevator.
Her phone beeped. That person sent her a text message.
17th Floor. Good luck.
As soon as she pressed the call button, the elevator rose up steadily.
The doors slid open, and the hotel man who was inside earlier was nowhere to be seen.
Aquilas pressed the button to the 17th floor. She took out her rifle and waited as the elevator descended. Ding.
Aquilas stepped slowly outside.
It was a floor to the suites. Everything was classy and elegant, and it was supposed to be beautiful, but the area was filled with chaos and was messed up.
The place smelled of smoke and gunpowder. They must be here somewhere, Aquilas thought.
She walked straight onto the hallway, her eyes carefully wandering around the area.
As she walked further, she noticed a girl, probably older than her, lying on the floor and unconscious.
It was the same girl she had tranquilized at the airport earlier, which seemed like a thousand years ago to her now.
Aquilas checked the girl's pulse. "She's still alive," Aquilas silently muttered to herself, relieved at the thought.
Huh? Why...why was I relieved that she's still alive....? The confusing thought flooded her head.
Then there again was the stupid headache that always seemed to bother her whenever she had somehow found a little connection to her memories.
She shook the thought away. Aquilas looked over at the girl. Her face was bloodstained and bruised just like Misaki's and her breathing was a little shallow.
Somehow Aquilas had a feeling of affection for this girl, but she was unsure why. Her hand swept through the girl's hair, which was now messy and dirty because of all the action that had happened.
Aquilas moved the girl into a sitting position, the girl's head leaning on her shoulders.
The girl's eyes then opened a little, blinking continuously and rapidly, as if she was trying her hardest to focus her eyes on the face of the person who held her.
"S-Saki..la?" The girl murmured silently as she blinked, and little by little regaining consciousness.
"S-Sakila...? Is..that...you...?" The girl shifted, regaining her consciousness, gazing intently at Aquilas's face.
Sakila? The thought struck Aquilas's mind as she sat there, the girl still leaning on her shoulder.
An intense headache came once again.