Upset that he was leaving without the processors, but thinking only about escaping with his life, Travis ran as fast as he could toward what he knew to be an exit.
Once outside, Travis made his way around the building looking for more security. He broke radio silence and called for Jackie. “Mr. Blue to Mr. White. Extraction necessary; proceed to the rendezvous poin-Ahhh,” he screamed in pain.
“Travis!” Jackie yelled forgetting about their code names, but Travis didn’t respond. He had been shot in the leg and couldn’t make it back the way he came. Travis returned fire and as best he could, limped back inside the building.
As quickly as possible, Travis made his way to the front entrance of the building. He figured that with security looking for him outside, this would be the safest way to go. Travis felt himself getting weak. That’s when he felt the sharp pain and put his hand on the side of his stomach. He’d taken a bullet there as well and was losing blood.
Now at the front entrance, Travis stood in the shadows and peered out the door. He saw a security vehicle drive by and head toward the corner. Once the vehicle was out of sight, Travis opened the door and was startled by the alarm. He moved as quickly as he could down the street. Once he was far enough away from the building, Travis called Jackie. “Jackie!” Travis called out into his mike. “Can you hear me?”
“I hear you, Travis. Are you all right? I thought I heard shooting,” Jackie said, relieved to finally hear his voice.
“I’m hit, Jackie,” Travis managed to say. “One in the leg and the other in the gut.”
“How bad is it?” Jackie asked excitedly.
“It’s bad.”
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know exactly. I made it out of the warehouse, but I don’t know where I am,” Travis told her. He limped to the corner and looked up at the street sign. “I’m on the corner of 144th and Wales by a transmission joint, hiding behind a blue Thunderbird.”