Agent B's point of view
"Ashton isn't answering his phone." Michael said worriedly, pacing around the living room. "Luke won't return any texts. Calum... Calum's the one texting me."
"Yeah?" I asked, not really caring. "Great."
"Great? Great? My best friends are probably gonna get kidnapped or some shit and you're sitting on your ass doing nothing!"
"And I suppose you're not doing the same?" I asked, looking at him as he stopped.
"I'm-I'm walking-"
"Whatever." I said and then stood up. "Get some shoes on or some shit. We have boys to hunt down because someone's being a mom right now." I said and grabbed my car keys out of a drawer.
"I'm sorry I care so much about them! I wouldn't expect you to understand how I'm feeling Agent-"
"Don't fucking finish that sentence or I'll kill you myself." I told him. "It's not a threat. It's a promise." I told him lowly.
He closed his mouth and I chuckled as I shook my head. "You're uneducated. Don't go walking around like you know everyone because one day it's gonna bite you in your fucking ass." I snapped. "Let's go."
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I walked around a motel, looking at the attendant. "Is Calum Hood staying here?" I asked and he looked at me.
"Ma'am I am not allowed to give you that information." He told me and I sighed irritatedly.
"Yeah, yeah right. Okay so listen, this is a matter of federal business. Now I'm asking again nicely, is there a person who signed in by the name of Calum Hood?" I asked and showed him my badge.
He stared at it for few minutes and nodded. "Yeah. Floor three, room 21a." He told me and I nodded.
Michael followed me up to the room and I knocked on the door. I didn't speak up when he asked who it was, I just kept knocking, and knocking, and knocking until he answered the door.
"What?" He snapped when he saw me. He didn't have a shirt on, his jeans were low on his hips, and maybe he had no boxers but that's none of my concern.
"Happy hour is over. Get your shit and let's go." I told him as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Is Luke there-"
"No. He isn't. Now get your shit and let's go." I said to him. "This asshole had been bugging about you guys for so long and if you don't grab your shit-"
I was cut off by a gun shot and I looked at the wall beside us. "Get inside. Get inside." I yelled and pushed Michael inside.
I slammed the door shut and locked it. "Behind the bed." I said quickly and they looked at me.
"We'll get-"
"Behind the fucking bed." I whisper hissed at them and they did as I said. I walked around the room and then slammed the closet door shut once the door was shot open.
I hid behind the bathroom door and waited for him to run towards the closet. Sure enough, the closet was the first thing he checked.
"Run! To the car!" I yelled and pushed the man into the closet to buy time.
I locked and loaded my gun as Michael and Calum ran out of the room. "Those stupid fuckers forgot the keys." I said and then my back was being slammed against the wall.
I felt the drywall dent due to my weight and I punched the man in the jaw, sending him stumbling back. I kicked him in his stomach and his gun went off, shooting into the drywall.
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