Mission Impossible

Chapter 15~ Another Secret Revealed

HARRY'S POV

  "I'm in," Clara spoke, determination evident in her voice. I was worried for her, knowing she wasn't stable at the moment, finding out the woman that had raised her the past three years not only ordered her to kill her fiancé for her own benefit, but also murdered her parents. This was a decision made purely off of emotion, not thinking, and that was dangerous.

  "Good. Agent Styles?" Zayn turned to me. I broke my gaze away from Clara to look at him. I understood why they brought the folder out to persuade Clara, but I didn't know how it had anything to do with me. I wasn't necassarily angered by this, I didn't know her parents. What did make me mad was that this was killing Clara inside, even if she wouldn't how it.

  "Okay," I suddenly answered, knowing I couldn't leave Clara when she was this unstable. And then it hit me; Zayn was using my feelings for Clara against me. He knew the report in the folder would persuade Clara, and he knew Clara would persuade me. "I'm in," I spoke with more confidence. A slow smile spread across Zayn's lips.

"Excellent. Now all we need to do is see how you two work under real pressure," Zayn informed us, standing up and exiting the room. I felt like we were supposed to follow, so I stood up, followed by Clara, and let Zayn lead us down through the hallways. The guards weren't gripping onto Clara and I, but they were following closely behind, still not trusting us. 

  I looked over at Clara and saw a cold, emotionless girl. I reached out and held her hand, but the stoney look on Clara's face didn't soften. I was about to pull away when I felt Clara slightly squeeze my hand, although she never looked my way. I pulled away when we reached a door, entering to find computers, and guns. Lots of guns.

  "I hate to jump right into work but we spent a lot of time tracking you down, Clara. You were not an easy girl to find," Zayn tilted his head as he observed Clara. I looked over at her, and was surprised to find she still looked great. Even after two days of not eating, mental and physcial strain, and fighting, she still looked amazing, and I knew this had to be one of the strongest girls I had ever meet. 

  "So by now I'm assuming you've heard of a group called Ivy, yes?" Zayn asked as a plate of food was slid beneath us. It contained a chicken ceasar salad with more chicken on the side, a roll and a large glass of water. I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until the small meal was placed in front of me. I nodded to Zayn's question before picking up the fork and digging into my meal.

  "As you probably know, they are a dangerous, determined group who want to, as cliche as it sounds, take over the world. And the C.I.A. is doing nothing to stop it. So we are. We call ourselves The Rebels," Zayn gave us a little lesson, and chills ran up my body at the name. "We're a group of people who want to stop Ivy, but do it without government...limitations." I took a break from eating to watch Zayn walk back and forth, observing us, although he paid more attention to Clara.

  "Ivy has worked its way into the C.I.A., which is getting them closer to their final goal. Our job is to stop them," Zayn said like it was simple. I was almost done with my food, and when I glanced over at Clara, I saw she was too. Zayn started gathering some items around the room while we finished up, and once we did our empty plates were taken away and replaced with guns by Zayn. Our guns.

  "You're giving us our guns back?" I questioned Zayn, knowing I wouldn't have just because someone I barely knew said they would join my little group.

  "We're going on a mission, and I think you'll need it," Zayn said, handing us some more items. I was granted a change of clothes, allowing for more movement, and Clara was handed the same. "Go change in those bathrooms," Zayn said, and I started to follow Clara until Zayn directed me else where. "Different bathrooms. We wouldn't want you...planning anything," Zayn stuttered out and I almost smirked. He was jealous, which made me happy, because that means he thought I was someone he needed to worry about.