mindcracklove | Required by Duty

So, I was looking through the old posts tagged with Guude, and saw this amazing fic by Theropod
http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/618643.html#cutid1
And I loved it, so I wanted to make a fic that was similar, but it will not be the same entirely. Just saying this to say explicitly it will not be the same as Thero's. So, enjoy a teaser for it. The thing (which may end up being a multi-part story) will be out in a few days.

Leave comments about your expectations and hopes and general other stuff in well... the comments. (Yeah... Terrible, but the one in the music will be even worse)

“Damn it guy, you have to run faster if we’re going to get out of this shit alive!” Guude yelled to his partner as they ran through the compound from the multitude of guards who were now at their backs when he had trying to infiltrate the base of their target.

“Well we would be running like this if you hadn’t fallen onto that tripwire!” BDoubleO retorted.

“Your bag was in the way. Why did you put it down in the middle of the room? You weren’t anywhere near it!” Guude yelled angrily, beginning to wish he hadn’t been assigned to work with his normal partner on this particular mission. BDoubleO always seemed to throw caution to the wayside to get everything done faster. And it had really bit both of them in the ass this time, Guude thought.

“We’re almost out Guude!” DoubleO called out breathless from the running, snapping Guude out of his thoughts. Sure enough, the exit was down the length of the hallway they had just turned into. The only problem was the number of guards blocking their safe exit.

“There’s gotta be like thirty of those damn guards in front of the door! How are we gonna get past ‘em?” Guude stated, equally as breathless as DoubleO from the mad sprint through the compound.

“We have… Let’s see… One flashbang grenade, two flashlights, an angled mirror, a drill and a Glock with four bullets. So our odds are really bad,” BDubs concluded, beginning to sprint and catch up with Guude after slowing to check their supply bag for the mission. It was supposed to be an easy in and out of the compound, taking a dangerous piece of equipment from a vault and fleeing with it. And how wrong that had been once the alarm got triggered.

“Toss me the grenade, John!” Guude yelled out to his partner, who struggled to get it out for a moment, then pulled the pin, tossing it to Guude’s awaiting grasp. In turn, Guude saw the pulled pin and eyes wide, chucked the grenade as far and fast as possible to the rapidly approaching group of guards. They couldn’t stop running or risk being overtaken from behind now, so they pushed onward faster than ever, holding up their arms to cover their eyes and ears. And the grenade detonated. It threw the guards into enough disarray to make a clear path for the two men to get through without anything more than a few long strides. With no further opposition between them and the door, the duo pushed themselves even harder out the open doorway and out onto the large runway on their target’s base. As soon as they got into the open, they ran for a nearby jet, which was already preparing for takeoff. They hopped in the open side door and latched it quickly behind them, Guude shouting to the captain, “GO!” Within forty-five seconds, the plane and their two passengers were airborne, speeding quickly away from the foreign airstrip.

The pair sunk to the floor of the jet, to tired to move themselves to the nearby seats. They just sat there and caught their breath as they got closer and closer to their final destination: the agency. After the first fifteen minutes of recovery, BDoubleO spoke up to his friend and partner.

“I may hate working quietly, but next time, don’t convince me by doing that!” And Guude broke into his infamous laughter, setting DoubleO off as well. The tension and tiredness forgotten, the two laughed and talked about all of their previous failures and good times until they finally landed back at their base, where they went to tell their superiors of the mission.