Assassin [H.S.]

Thirty Nine

A/N: part TWO of the double update!! I added another song which seem fitting for this chapter's scene.

xo.

18:23pm (5:23pm)
Date: May 7th, 2018
Location: SIDD HQ

Harry Styles

It's a rare occurrence that I ever get this mad, especially on the front lines.

Because the only darkening thought clouded in my mind is the person that I'm going have to fucking murder for missing their shot.

The mission assignment wasn't something I expected out of the ordinary; well maybe for me but on a rare occasion that an enemy pops out of nowhere.

I was completely blind-sided, forgetting how vulnerable I was to even put my guard up for just a split second.

I can't even think of anything evil than just shooting them through their forehead to call it even, because they're the ones who missed their aim on me.

I'm not even surprised that it was CASTA who was spying on us trying to get the guy themselves. They failed in their mission, so did I.

Benz managed to escape only for a split second before the rendezvous driver came in, leaving me in the dust as something went off, explosives planted by the enemy.

Those bombs were big enough to crack another whole on the earth's surface, but luckily I took cover in space spot that wasn't triggered by any movements.

As I keep remembering the last couple of hours, I haven't opened my eyes yet. Right now, I'm sitting in the medical ward as someone stitches me up on my shoulder. A small fuck leaves my mouth again, the needle pushing through my skin to heal the cut.

Both my hands are clenched into fists and my head is leaning down; my face is trying to fight the pain even through the numbing cream. The bullet didn't go through me, only just to leave another scar for the rest of my life.

I shake my head at the thought, knowing that this would happen to me, my damn protective suit under me was readjusted correctly. The blood on my shirt has dried up by now, sitting right beside me.

Gritting my teeth harder this time, I muffle my scream while the needle pushes through. CASTA always wants to play games, don't they?

A door slams shut as it echoes off the right side of the wall and I see Carter rushing in from behind next to the medical guy stitching me up.

"Dude, what the fuck happened back there?"

His face is written all over the place, eyebrows scrunched together. He looks like this shit never happened to me, which it did.

"I got fucking compromised that's what happened." I say, annoyed that I have to deal with re-telling the story in the last couple of hours. I pinch the bridge of my nose with my left arm in frustration.

"I should've gone with you, Har. I would've taken them out myself." He says, beating himself down as if he was there.

"No, don't try to ease this alright. This was my mission, okay. I'm the one at fault. I got fucking exposed right to CASTA, ah!" I squeeze my eyes shut as another stitch is being pulled to close the wound.

Carter looks down at me and sighs. "Look man, I've seen things like this happen before. They don't end up pretty, you know." He sits himself down on the bed in front of me.

"I know, Car, it's just..this actually the first time I've been badly beaten at my own game." I shake my head. "The hitman seemed to have a close aim if they were going to send someone to take me out as well."