Choosing differently

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Gi Hun had broken the glass through the door and unlocked it, holding a gun to the guard's head. The group began to follow him out through the pink hallway, which was eerily empty. The speakers started blaring, instructing everyone to return to their quarters. Staying close to Hyun Ju, she watched as Gi Hun, without hesitation, shot the speaker, silencing the announcement. Suddenly, guards positioned above them began firing. "Get down!" Gi Hun yelled, and they all ducked as at least five guards opened fire.

She observed Hyun Ju moving forward with remarkable agility. Hyun Ju was a force to be reckoned with, taking down guards with ease. She was impressed by her skill and bravery. Glancing over at Dae Ho, she noticed him covering his ears, looking nervous and out of place. So much for an ex-marine.

She looked over at a guard coming down the stairs and shot them, watching as they fell. Gi Hun stood up, scanning the area. "Is... Everyone okay?" he asked, his voice steady yet concerned. He looked around, ensuring the group was safe. Everyone raised their guns, eyes darting around as they murmured affirmations.

"Good, we will keep going," Gi Hun said, pointing his gun at the captured guard. He forced the guard to stand, using him as a shield and guide. She followed closely behind, her senses on high alert. As they ascended the pink stairs, she shot out the surveillance cameras, ensuring they weren't being watched.

The stairs seemed endless, but she knew them well. This place was a maze, but after years of working here, she had memorized every twist and turn. She watched Gi Hun closely, his determination unwavering as he held the gun to the guard's head, making sure he led them correctly.

"Are you sure you're taking us to the right place, kid?" Gi Hun asked, his voice low and menacing. The guard, trembling, pointed towards a heavy metal door. "Management is behind that door, and if you keep going past it, that's where the control room is," he stammered, his voice quivering with fear.

Gi Hun's eyes narrowed as he watched the guard's hand move towards his pocket. "What are you doing?" he demanded, tightening his grip on the guard's shoulder. The guard winced, his face pale. "You need to have a mask to get through security," he explained, his voice shaky. Slowly, he pulled a mask out of his pocket and handed it to Gi Hun, his hand trembling. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and she could see the fear and desperation in his gaze.

Gi Hun took the mask, his eyes never leaving the guard's face. "Unloyal guards," she thought to herself, her mind racing with the implications. She glanced at Young Il, who nodded in understanding. They couldn't trust anyone here.

Suddenly, the guard's eyes widened in fear, and before anyone could react, he fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his chest. Shots rang out from the other side of the room, echoing through the corridor. "Get down!" Gi Hun shouted, pulling the group against the wall. The sound of gunfire filled the air, bullets ricocheting off the metal walls.

She pressed her back firmly against the cold, rough surface of the wall, her breath steadying as she prepared for her next move. Slowly, she began to peek her head around the corner, her eyes narrowing as she took aim at the guards stationed on the other side. With a swift, practiced motion, she squeezed the trigger, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing through the hallway. Each shot found its mark, and she watched with a mix of satisfaction and urgency as the guards fell one by one.

In the midst of the chaos, her attention was momentarily drawn to Gi Hun, who was engaged in a hushed conversation with Young Ill. Despite the cacophony of gunfire, she strained to catch snippets of their exchange, but the words were drowned out by the relentless noise. Her focus quickly returned to the task at hand as she continued to fire, her movements precise and unyielding.