Bombs Away

Chapter 14 - The British Are Coming

Andy's POV

I wish that I could say that things have calmed down. That things are better, that I have moved forward with this whole thing and haven't allowed it to hold me down. But, it's the opposite. I'm so worried about her, what they could be doing to Amber and Harry, that I haven't been able to go to work. I haven't taken Kailee out on a date, which is what I was planning to do after the concert. The only reason why I leave the house is to walk Lucy around the park, check on Amber's apartment, and to go to the typical meeting spot where the team meets up.

That meeting spot is in front of the stadium. There are still tents and police lining it, with roads being shut down for blocks. Everyone is working their asses off to get them out of there. They are still cleaning up bodies.

That team is the 1D boys, the 5SOS boys, Kailee, Special Agent Berkeley, and I. Berkeley's first name is Rex, which I thought was pretty cool. Apparently we aren't supposed to call Agent's by their first name, but we do anyways. I think we all felt weird calling him by his title. It made this whole situation seem more and more like a very scary cop show that was our reality.

Right now, I am walking around the perimeter of the stadium, with some FBI agents. They are hoping that since I was on the inside during the concert, I might have some knowledge about where Harper could be holding Amber and Harry. The 1D boys would be more of a use for this, but at the moment they are pouring over maps of the stadium with Rex.

"How thick are these walls?" I ask the woman walking next to me.

"About 40 meters of solid cement," She answers.

I stop in front of the large walls and glance up to the top. "And have you contacted the architect for this?"

The women looks almost offended. "Of course, sir. It was one of the first things we did."

I feel kind've bad for questioning their investigation, so I smile at her. "Perfect." She smiles back at me, and the small guilt fades away. I know that these people are trying their best, I shouldn't be acting like they haven't done as much as they could.

My phone buzzes, and pulling it out of my pocket, a text from Micheal Clifford lights up the screen.

'Come back to the tent... Better hurry!!' It reads. I relay the message to the people following me, and they escort me quickly to the tent where our team meets. I fold back the front flap with a frown on my face, and my heart beating faster by the second.

"What's going on?" I ask, entering the large white tent. Everybody is crowded around the main table, that has a replica of the inside of the stadium on it, along with maps piled high.

"We've just contacted somebody on the inside, they've been working against Harper and his guys for a while," Rex explains, gesturing me over. I slide into an open space next to him, and glance up at him. He's quite a tall man, with dark brown hair and a muscled stature. Authority practically radiates off of him.

"What's his or her name?" I ask.

"Drew Turner. He works for MI6, even though he's American. Here's his profile. Do you recognize him?"

I take the folder from his hands, and open it up. Inside is a few papers, the first one having a small picture of a young, dark haired man in the top corner. Turns out he is 25 years old, but I don't recognize him at all.

"No, I don't recognize him, sorry." I pass the folder to my left, giving it to Zayn, who looks through it. As it is passed down the whole circle, nobody recognizes him.

Rex sighs. "Well, it was worth a shot. Doesn't matter much, he's told us pretty much the whole layout of Harper's plan."

Kailee frowns. "How did he contact us?"