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No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | -Shoot the Hostage-
When security had alerted him that there was a shooter in Kaiba Corp, he had headed straight for his brother’s office to make sure Mokuba was safe. If he had been, then their floor, which was passcoded, would have been secure and he could have let the police handle it.
But he had not.
Mokuba’s trembling secretary had informed the CEO that Mokuba had gone down to Virtual Design and Development.
The same floor the shooter was on.
Seto had rushed down, forced to take the stairs because the elevators locked down in a security crisis, fear crashing into him as the sounds of gunshots had echoed up the stairwell.
He emerged out onto the Virtual Development floor to find the shooter was none other than the former Head of the department, a man he had made redundant three weeks ago. The new Head, a relatively new developer he had picked up during his last trip abroad, was on the floor, blood seeping between her fingers as she tried to cover the wound in her side.
But that was not what held Kaiba’s attention.
The deranged man had his weapon pointed at Mokuba.
And he had spotted Seto.
“Ah Kaiba-Sacho, it’s good to see you.” The man smirked, still pointing the gun at a slightly trembling Mokuba. “I’m just cleaning house.”
“Let my brother go.” Kaiba glowered at the man.
“Why should I?” The shooter demanded, “You’re going to get me arrested anyway, I want to clean out my work before I go. Having your brother hostage will let me do that.”
“Let him go and I’ll let you leave.”
“Here’s the thing. You won’t. You don’t let anyone go who harms your precious company. You don’t even let your brother off lightly.” The man’s hand was shaking as he snarled out his piece, the new department head getting to her feet shakily behind him, “You ruin them, just like you ruined me.”
“You were drinking on the job. Did you honestly think I’d let you get away with that?”
“You got me blacklisted! I can’t get another job in the industry! They’ve all told me not to bother applying!” The man snarled out, the click of the trigger being pulled back warning Seto that he had very little time. “You’ve ruined my life. Now I’m going to ruin yours.”
The new Department Head body checked the shooter as the gun went off, but Mokuba crumpled to the floor with a shocked, pained cry.
Seto darted forward as three other department members jumped on the man, kicking the gun away from him, not that the CEO cared as he rushed to his brother’s side.
“Se...Seto…” Mokuba gasped out, before coughing hard, blood staining his shirt and trickling from his mouth.
“Save your strength.” Seto pulled him close, panic flooding through him as he heard someone calling for an ambulance.
“Kaiba-sacho!” The new girl, Ironhide, slid to his side, first aid kit in hand, face paling as she saw the damage. “Let me help.”
The girl was bleeding badly herself, but he could not bring himself to care as she started trying to treat his brother. Instead he drove himself into following through with his own first aid training and helping Ironhide treat his brother.
And though he would not admit it later, as his brother slipped unconscious, he silently prayed to every God he could think of that Mokuba would survive.
Because he did not think he could, if his brother did not.
