𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝐇.𝐒)

S I X

November: 3 Years Ago 

I had never experienced something like that before. Sure I had been on missions before. But seeing full-on fighting was something else. I had managed to get Nina out with no issue. I  practically carried her as we reached the main floor. The poor girl was weak and battered. By the time I had rushed out of the mansion she had fallen unconscious.  She needed medical attention. As I stepped onto the grass, I saw agents pointing the guns at me. I  was dumbfounded. 

I think I need a new day job.

Another agent had rushed up to me with a gurney. "Malik put the girl on the gurney and step away."

I did what I was told and placed Nina gently onto the gurney and stepped away. "Hart is still in there I need to..."  I wasn't even able to finish my sentence before I felt one of the agents turn me around and felt something cold wrapping around my wrists. They had put me in handcuffs.

Well shit

As I was lead towards one of the vehicles I still tried to make sense of it all. Where the hell was Niall and how did MI6 track us down? When we were back at HQ it seemed like they hadn't had the faintest idea where Milo and his crew were. That's when it dawned on me. Someone must have tipped them off. I lost my train of thought as I was blown off my feet by a loud BOOM. An agent helped me back onto my feet as I looked back at the mansion. My eyes widen as I saw the mansion caught in flames.

Bloody hell

Oh god, what about Cece and Harry?

That's when the agents opened the door and pushed me inside the vehicle.

Nobody said a word as I was driven to an unknown location. So many thoughts ran through my head. What about my friends? Was Harry okay? What about Nina? Hell, what the fuck happened to the doctor and the nerve agent.

That and the fact that I was getting arrested. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle prison. God, how would I explain this to my parents?

"Care to explain where you're taking me?" I laughed nervously as one of the agents looked at me through the rearview mirror. I knew I wasn't going to get anything from them.

We drove for what felt like two hours before the vehicle finally came to a stop. I noticed we were back in London. I heard the door beside me open, and the agents pulled me out. We were in a car park and walked into an elevator. I gulped when I saw where the elevator ended up. I knew this wasn't good. It looked like a prison. A very dark and disgusting prison.

Uh-Oh.

They lead me down a hallway. There were jail cells all around me. Men were there, looking at me. Glaring at me. This was a place I didn't want to be. The agents shoved me into a small room. A metal table was in the middle. Chairs on either side. "Can someone explain?" I was rudely interrupted as one of the agents shoved me down onto the chair before they walked out of the room. I was now alone.