Mission Impossible

Chapter 12~Knocked out

CLARA'S POV

  Neither of us spoke after that. It was a sad silence, as we both knew our feelings had been misplaced and useless. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to hold back tears. I wasn't completely heart broken over this, it was just a casual fling, yet to be able to have feelings for someone after my last relationship meant Harry had to be special, no matter how short of a time I had known him. I loved my last boyfriend. So much. And I didn't think I would ever have feelings for another. Yet this other person was sitting right next to me, saying aloud that we could never happen. 

  Just when I thought I was about to let a tear slip through my eyes, I remembered who I was before Harry came along. Before he came along. Suddenly, the tear stopped, not daring to roll down my face and ruin my make-up. I was on a mission, not going on a date with a boy I had feelings for. I was a spy. I had no feelings.

  "We're here," Harry announced, and I snapped out of my trance to see a club with blue lights flashing, and a sign that read Turmoil. Stupid name, but cool at the same time. I could see how civilians would be attracted to it. 

  Harry parked the car in a garage a few building down, and we walked back towards the club, the music loud enough to hear from all the way outside. The line wasn't long and was moving quickly, but I didn't have patience for anything at the moment. I walked up to the bouncers who nodded and let us in, without me having to do anything at all. I realized however that they were letting anyone non-threatening looking in. I was slightly offended that I didn't look threatening, but knew this was easier then fighting my way through. I had to do that once when the bouncer was gay and it wasn't fun...for him.

  The club had a certain energy in it that made you want to dance, and since drinking wasn't an option for us, I quickly walked to the middle of the dance floor where there seemed to be a opening, and turned to see Harry right behind me. We started causually dancing as we looked around, spotting the unmarked doors. I leaned my head up, kissing Harry's neck and whispering to him in between.

  "All the unmarked doors are being guarded by at least one man each, so something is in there," I told Harry, who just nodded his head.

  "Let's go for the one with two gaurds first. It's more closed off and it probably holds something important," Harry observed.

  "Drunk couple again?" I asked, and Harry nodded with a smirk that I did not return.  He was my partner, not my friend. I started to stumble my way out of the dance floor, making my way down the short hallway that the two guards were at the end of. "Charlie! Let's ask them," I slurred, pointing towards the two guards.

  "Great idea, Evie!" Harry slurred, and we both drunkenly walked down the hallway, the guards looking at us questioningly.

  "Excuse me, sir, where's a bathroom I can go pee in?" I asked once we reached them , leaning up against a wall for support. One of them just pointed down the hallway we just came down. "I don't know if I can hold it," I groaned, and Harry walked towards me, patting me on the shoulder.

  "It's okay, Evie, just go here," he told me, and I nodded my head and started to squat when both the guards moved towards me to stop me. I sprang back up, punching one in the face like Harry was doing with the other one. Harry's punch knocked his guy out right away but I had to send a quick kick up to the other guards face before he went down like his friend. 

  When I looked up, Harry had already opened the door and was about to punch the other two men when I pulled out my guy and tranqued them both without a seconds pause. Harry looked at me questionly before joining me by the screens the two men were seated around. They were security cameras, and they would change every so often to display a different room. We waited until we saw a room filled with crates, lot of them, and the men standing around them with guns made it clear it was not alcohol.