Half a minute after a gun shot was heard, the Ireland's consul was laying on the ground. Agent Z covered up to fend the consul from the second shot made by the sniper. The surrounding was earsplitting and in turmoil, the people were running around finding a hiding spot while the other bodyguards are still trying to save some other members of the consulate.
"Secure the perimeter!" Agent Liam, his partner in this mission, ordered to their colleagues. They are both assigned in this assignment- guarding London and to secure the Ireland's Consul due to the threats the consul had been receiving this past few days from a secret organization of terrorists the "Eureka Syringe" that are operating in the country. The said organization was long been the target of the UK's government and Black Bureau to seize. The Ireland's government is succoring and in joint force with UK in giving intelligence. Until this case is yet resolved then both countries, the people, the members of the consulate and ambassadors are still in danger.
"Are you okay, Sir?" he asked the trembling Irish consul while giving him much space.
"Fine, I'm fine," Niall said in a nervous tone still dazed from what just happened. He kind of expected this to happen but THAT was truly dreadful. Hell, he's still young to die for God's sake. His ego was telling him that he's better off becoming a singer in a band rather than being a wise stupid Consul of Ireland. He never wished this at all. He cut off his thoughts and turned his gaze to the raven haired agent that saved his ass.
"You're... bleeding."
Agent Z looked at his left arm where the first bullet was shot to him by that stupid sniper that he's sure dead already since he made sure to shoot the guy in the head. Before he could even answer, there were soldiers pulling the consul inside a bulletproof with reinforced under-carriage limousine to secure him to safety. The limousine was soon gone before Zayn even realized and there were medics surrounding him.
He's starting to feel the pain but HE WAS ALRIGHT. The bleeding had stopped as the Agent Doc with few assistants aided him while they were riding back to their headquarters. When they arrived in the headquarters, he was still giddy from medication but sober enough to attend the debriefing. The debriefing took an hour. When it ended, Agent Simon, the head of the operation, personally talked to him.
"Because of your injury we'll have to extract you from the operation, Z," he said to him
"of course you already know that."
Zayn sighed staring at the wall in front of him. He didn't want to be dissolved in this case. His reason was personal.
"I still want to be part of the control group, sir," he demanded to the officer he have long known. "I still want to know what's happening."
"Not until I'm sure you're way off from the burnout. You've been on this trail for more than three years straight. Right now, I want you to go home and rest, Zayn. Listen to me and don't be a stubborn brat. At least until your wound is healed. Go home to your momma Trish, she will be very happy to take care of you. I, myself will personally relay whatever Intel will come that has something to do with Doniya."
"No! I don't want to go home to Bradford and I can't face my dad without any good news about Doniya. And if you really don't want me to stay here then I'll go to Doncaster. I bought a house there before. And by the way, that detected activity in Cheshire-"
"We're still monitoring it," the head officer cut him off.
"If my sister's a part of that-"
"Yes, yes..." he cut him off again nodding. Simon looked at him with sympathy and holds his hand.
"You'll know. As soon as we hear from Hawk and Ghost, you'll know."
Three years ago, Paul Walker aka Agent Ghost, who was an ex-Marine/MIA, pirate and criminal before converted into a Black Bureau agent, disappeared in the middle of an important mission carrying a microchip that was most vital to the communication industry.
A year ago, they found him in a seaside resort with a new family and carrying a different identity, with all the signs that he was not remembering anything about his past.
There were lots of developments since then. Paul had again regained his memory and disappeared with his new wife and kid. It was just recently that he contacted Black Bureau again and got in for debriefing.
The whole capacity of his memory has returned and he remembers everything that had happened. With his wife and kid in protective custody, he returned to Black Bureau in exchange of a new life with his new family and a new name after.
The last group who tried to get the microchip was the same group where his sister had worked with. In the middle of the mission, Agent Ghost helped in giving information about the group that may lead to apprehend and find his sister Doniya.
Ever since he discovered the tie-up of the group to what happened to Agent Ghost, Zayn tied up to the feeling that he would be able to find his beloved sister again. He hoped.
But it's been two years and there's still no news about his sister. It's like ever since she indulge herself in this mission she disappeared without notice. He have been avoiding the thought that maybe something bad happened to his sister, but these past few days, he had the hard time believing it. He's losing hope of seeing his sister again.
Lately, they've been losing contacts with organized rings in Cheshire. They don't know who's behind the killing. Now those missing persons were slowly being found inside body bags all over England.
When it happened, he seemed like he's floating in limbo. It was just a matter of time, he felt, before Black Bureau will find his sister in one of those body bags. He knew that what's Agent Simon was thinking- he was just too emotionally involved and he is.
"If she's dead I still want to recover her, so I can b-bury her," he said audibly to Simon.
"Zayn- " he stood from where he was sitting
"I'm going, thank you."
"We've made arrangements for you to travel by-"
" I don't want to travel with anyone, Agent Simon."
Simon also stood up
"But-"
"I'll be fine." He opted. He forced himself to smile.
"This is not the first time I drove alone with injury." He said walking to the door so he can leave already.
He went out to the exit panel of the headquarters while seeing that the sun is now descending east.
After the ride in a private chopper to Doncaster in the middle of the night, he received the first message from Agent Chameleon about his sister.
Doniya is dead.
His sister is dead. He failed.
