{ON HOLD} Where My Loyalties Lie (Vanoss Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Three months later...

"Hey David," I joked, "do ya think that we'll find any girl magazines?"

"And do what with them? Give 'em to Mae?" he replied with a grin.

"Nah not those type of girl's magazines."

Realization dawned on his face. "That would be pretty funny, Evan."

I suddenly had a great idea for a prank. "Yo," I said grinning, "what if we said that we found them in Lui's room?" We both laughed, but we both knew we wouldn't do it. Mae would probably scratch our eyes out after we told her it was a prank. She's still all like 'Lui and I aren't dating anymore!' I think that girl has anger management issues.

Nogla and I were walking the AmmuNation in Morningwood, near our HQ in the old apartment building in Rockford Hills, looking for anything useful. I pushed a box aside that was blocking a compartment behind the counter. "Bingo." I said as I pulled out a carbine rifle, some already loaded mags, bullets, and a small box of rations.

"Look what I got." Nogla called from the other side of the room. He held up four gallon jugs of water, and nodded to another two that were on the floor.

David and I put all of our stuff together in a huge pile by the front door. I brought over a cart to the pile, the ones you might find huge TVs stacked on. We loaded up our find and pushed open the double doors. We walked around the side of the building and went through a shortcut, cutting through the back alleyway of the AmmuNation.

I fingered the picture of the girl I was supposed to find that sat in my pocket. I hadn't told anyone about the cop or my task to find his daughter. I'm gonna be completely honest, I hadn't really tried looking for her, and I kinda felt guilty about it. I mean, that cop kinda saved my life, and I hadn't done anything to repay him.

Because I was distracted, I tripped over  jagged brick that lay in the alleyway. I fell down with a grunt. Damn brick. I propped myself on my hands and looked up... to find five girls pointing their guns at me and David. Their faces were obscured by bandanas and their eyes were shaded by, well, shades. I looked to the left of me; there was a dumpster next to me. I reached down to my hip.

Immediately, I was shoved against the dumpster. My head and my shoulder hit it, and I fell to the asphalt with a grunt. " Don't even think about it." warned the girl with the blond hair. "On your knees. Now." I complied and kneeled down in front of them. Another survivor - this one with brown hair - said, "Frisk them." The blonde frisked David, while another girl, a brunette, frisked me.

"Nogla!" I said, using our code names.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," the brown haired girl said, obviously the leader of the group, "before I bash the side of your head in."

Ignoring her, I continued, "On a normal day, I wouldn't mind this, would you?"

"I said shut up!"

David also ignored her. "Nah man, nah. Probably get laid-" The blonde swung the stock of her rifle into David's stomach. David double over.

The leader came up from behind him and leaned down close to his ear. "I told you," she said, "shut up."

David looked up with a murderous look in his eyes. "Fock you." He got a kick to the side in response.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Don't hit him. Hit me!"

 Miss Bitchy (that's what I started calling the leader) stood and slung her rifle from over her shoulder. "Gladly." She swung the stock into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and then launched it into my back. I fell to the ground, wheezing. She stood over me, with a triumphant look on her face. "Go through their stuff," she ordered, "see if there's anything worthwhile." By this point, they had already taken our weapons off of us and handcuffed us with zip-ties, so Miss Bitchy told only the blonde to stay with us.

I looked up, still winded and saw David with his head slumped; the girls were sifting through our stuff. I slumped my own head down head down, but glanced back up when they found the rifle and the mags. "This'll really help us." the leader whooped. 

I was starting to lose hope when I saw a red dot travel across the ground towards the leader. I grinned and looked up at David. He was grinning too; he'd seen it. Thanks Lui. The dot reached it's mark: the back of Miss Bitchy's head. I shook my head. "The hell you shaking your head for?" the blonde asked. The red laser instead aimed for the handle of the water jug that the leader was carrying. Without a sound, the handle exploded.

Miss Bitchy dropped the jug. "What the fuck was that!?"

"Next shot is the head." Lui's voice came from under the dumpster. We heard the screech of tires from both sides of the alleyways; the group tore their eyes from us and to the group, our group, that was pouring out of the armored tuner and the black Insurgent.

A guy in a blue hoodie and a hockey mask emerged from the crowd. The group holding us hostage drew their weapons. "I suggest you put that away, bitch," Jonathan threatened, "before Lui puts a whole in the back of your head of your friend over here." Jonathan pointed to the brown haired leader. Lui's laser is dancing around the back of her head. All of the girls looked at her; she put her gun on the floor, as did the other ones. The red dot disappeared, and the group behind us, which consisted of Wildcat (Tyler), Moo (Brock), and Lui, who had come down from his sniper perch, came forward. They cut off the zip-ties and cuffed the girl group.

"Nice shooting." I praised Lui. He nodded. 

I knelt down and retrieved my radio from under the dumpster. I had slid it under their when the blonde had pushed me. I looked up and saw Delirious pushing the five girls to their knees. Walking up to them, I put my hand on Jonathan's arm. "I'll take it from here." He nodded and stepped back. I kneeled down in front of their leader. I chuckled while she gave me a look of pure hatred. "You seriously thought that you could take my stuff?"

"Fuck you." she growled.

I grinned. "Feisty," I commented, "I like it." I reached up and tore her glasses off; behind these shades lay vibrant brown eyes. Brown eyes... I thought, for no apparent reason. I felt like I was forgetting something important.  Her eyes widened. "What?" I laughed, "Scared?" I undid the knot that held up her bandana, and the bandana fluttered to the ground. I was about to speak but my mind froze; staring at me, with a look of confusion and hate, was Haley Levin.

After all this time, after all this non-searching, I had found this girl. And I wasn't prepared for it. My mouth felt dry, and it felt hard to swallow. I stood up with a shaky breath. "Put them in the back of the Insurgent," I ordered with a shaky voice, "I want them tied up, gagged, and blindfolded." I walked over to the huge cart of our supplies and picked out my rifle. I started to load up the supplies we found into the back of the tuner. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey man," Jonathan said, obviously concerned, "are you okay?"

I nodded. I was a bit calmer that a moment ago, and I had gotten my breathing back to normal. "Yeah," I assured Jonathan, "yeah, I'm fin Jon-"

"Hey, I'm not him at the moment," Jonathan interrupted, "I'm Delirious right now. We have guests." He pointed to the five girls that Mini and Wildcat were pushing into the Insurgent. He looked back at me. "You sure you're okay? You never mess things up."

He was right of course. Being the leader of the crew, I always took special care to ensure the safety of them. Making a mistake about our code names was not a mistake that I usually made.

But I couldn't tell him about the cop, or the fact that we had just found his daughter. I was dying to tell someone though; it was like being a robot and this girl wants to make out with you. Wait, bad analogy.

I sighed. "Yeah I'm fine, Delirious." Even though his face was obscured by his hockey mask I could still feel his eyes burning into me.

He nodded. "Okay," he finally said, clearly unsatisfied, "good." He turned and walked back to supervise. Good thing that Delirious's my second in command I thought. 

I shook my head and let out a whoosh of air. I finished packing, and I signaled for everyone to get in - or on - a car. I looked out the window and saw that everyone was in. "Alright," I said, "let's get the fuck outta here." And with that, we sped away.