The Spy - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty

Hey guys!

I'm really sorry for not updating for so long, but I really had a writer's block and I was like trying to write at least something, but it just wasn't good. Now finally, a friend of mine helped me with making up ideas and working things out with the storyline, so now I've plenty things to write about! THANK YOU SOPHIE! This chapter is for you, love :) Oh, and read her story, it's called Direction War Wanted and it's awesome and you should read it :)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER BECAUSE IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT FOR THE WHOLE STORY AND STUFF so please read it :) But first, I like to present you...

CHAPTER TWENTY!

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Chapter Twenty

During the car ride, it finally begins to hit me. Mister Clackle is dead. He was a good person, you know. Always helping, always nice, and he was a very good trainer. I just don't understand why Bruno would want to kill him, it's just weird. Besides, I wonder how the hell Bruno even managed to shoot and stab him. Mister Clackle was one of the best trainers Cherub ever had, so why would Bruno have won? It just can't be. If Clackle had fought back, if he had resisted, it would be Bruno's body lying there. There's only one option: they must've known each other. That's the thing that scares me. They knew each other. Bruno could've gotten information from Clackle about everything. About me, for instance, what my weak spots are and stuff. I shiver at that thought. Him knowing how to beat me. It would be a disaster. At it's worst, I have to step back and let another agent take over this mission. I shake my head. I certainly won't let that happen.

I drive in front of the house and step out of the car. I walk into the house, heading straight towards the garden where the lads have to be. It's extremely warm today, so they're probably swimming or something. "Hey lads!"

They all look up and chorus a "Hey!". They all are in the pool, swimming of course. See? I'm right. I know. I just know them well. "Come and join!" Harry says. I nod and walk inside, quickly putting my bikini on and dive into the water.

"You're back soon, babe. Good you're still alive." Louis says, wrapping his arms around me from behind me.

I smile absently, staring into the water. All those pictures are coming back right now. "Yeah. Good think I'm not the one who was killed." I mumble.

"Killed?"

I turn around to face him, "Yeah. One of our trainers was killed last night. My fingerprints were all over the crime scene. The campus. That's why Zara wanted to know where I was."

Louis frowns, "But how can your fingerprints be all over the crime scene if you haven't even been there?"

"He must've gotten my fingerprints somehow."

He frowns, "He?"

"Who's 'he'?" Niall asks.

I turn around, "Bruno Harrell." I reply, "You know, the man who captured us."

"So he killed that trainer?" Liam asks.

I nod, "Yeah."

"How do you know that?" Niall asks curiously.

"There was one other fingerprint on the weapon, his thumb on top of mine. We think he wants to say that he's got me under the thumb."

"Wow," Zayn says, "that's an original way of saying something."

"Quite. We don't know where he is right now, but I think we'll see him again soon."

Louis gives me a worried look, "Not in the same way as last time, I hope?"