Mission Impossible

Chapter 16~ Damaged

HARRY'S POV

  Assassin. Clara was an assassin. It made sense when I thought about it, and from what I just witnessed, this shouldn't come as a shock. General Carter did tell me she was more dangerous then I know...did he know who she was? Did Rain even know? Of course she knew that's why no one raised an eyebrow when Clara was asked to kill her finace. It was her job, she probably would have been chosen either way. 

  I thought of how Clara could have killed me at Greywood, but didn't. She definitely could have, and it became clear to me she wouldn't think twice before taking someone's life, but why didn't she take mine?

  "I just called in a team to clean this up. Our ride's here, let's go," Zayn said jogging out of the building and towards the same van that had brought us here.

 "What about the package?" Clara asked, and Zayn held up a clip full of bullets.

  "Right here," he said, helping Clara into the back before getting in himself, and leaving me to get inside and close the doors. While I was in a state of shock, I still managed to listen to the conversation around me, I just couldn't contribute.

  "What are they?" Clara wondered.

  "Explosive bullets, it looks like. Blow up the minute it makes contact with something. All you have to do is aim," Zayn said, and I couldn't help but wonder how dangerous that would be if they combined the smart bullets and explosive bullets together.

  "Why give them to some small time gang?" Clara questioned further.

"Start choas, get the people scared." Zayn answered so nonchantly and I realized that they were good for each other. Death didn't seem to affect them much, along with other people's pain and suffering.

  "They're probably looking for us you know," I found myself saying, catching Zayn and Clara's attention.

  "What?" Zayn asked.

"Rain, Carter. They're looking for us. We can't just pop back up, that will raise too many questions," I clarified. Clara slowly nodded her head, like she hadn't thought of it but was agreeing with me.

  "That's why you won't just pop back up. You guys will be dropped off a safe distance away from The School, and make you way back there, where you will tell them you were captured during your last mission, tortured, and then escaped," Zayn informed us.

  "But we don't look like we've been tortured," Clara pointed out, but I would beg to differ since she had a nasty gash in her stomach from being stabbed. Zayn grimaced.

  "Not yet," he said, and Clara nodded, and I sighed, knowing what was going to happen. 

  We soon got back to the old auto shop, and we drove into a different garage then the one we left. It was small and I didn't know how we were supposed to get down until the floor beneath us started to go down, and down and down. When it stopped, the driver drove off and we were back in the large underground garage we had started in. I climbed out of the van and watched as the platform that had just brought us down, went back up, ready for the next time someone needed to come down.

  "C'mon. We need to prep you," Zayn said, and I followed him inside so we could be tortured.

  "You okay?" Clara caught up with me and asked. I looked down at her. Her dead finace came back to life, she found out her parents were murdered by the one person she though she could trust, and she was asking if I was okay? She truly had to be the strongest woman alive.

  "Are you okay?" I asked her and she shrugged.

  "No. But I will be. Throughout all of this drama, you've been the only constant. So thank you," she squeezed my hand before we reached a cell room, where I knew our "prepping" would begin.