Mission 1direction

Life is never easy. It gets harder when your dad runs the FBI, your mom's in the CIA, and your uncle is head of the Witness Protection Program. Forget normal, you just hope you don't wind up on someone's hit list. My brother and I never got bedtime stories; at least, not like yours. "Alexis, remember, never go out alone. Sypher, dear, remember, aim for pressure points during a fight. And never tell anyone who your parents are." Needless to say, my twin and I did not have many friends. But we have each other, and our bodyguards. For a long time, that was enough. Our semi peaceful lives, however, were soon in chaos.....

It all began the day my twin got concert tickets for One Direction. Sypher knew I was in love with them, so he bought us tickets and backstage passes. When he told me, I hugged him. "Oh, Sy, you are the coolest twin ever!" He grinned. "I know. Come on, the concert starts in an hour!" Thrilled, I rushed to find the perfect outfit... after all, I was meeting celebrities!!!!!! The second I was changed, we rushed out the door . As our dad drove, Sypher started humming the song Grenade, and I couldn't help joining in , singing loudly. Our dad laughed as we sang together. " I thought you were going to see a band, not join one." He dropped us off, and for a minute we just stood like statues, gaping at the huge stadium. Thankfully, the ticket taker guy came over. " Tickets, please. " I managed a somewhat intelligent reply and handed him our tickets. Sypher gave a charming smirk and said, "We have backstage all access passes. " The ticket guy shrugged. " Cute. Tell security. " We walked into the stadium and found our seats, right in front of the stage. There was a guy with a black shirt that had SECURITY written on it in thick white letters. Sypher called him over and showed him our backstage passes. He nodded and grinned. "Come on up after the show, the boys will have a couple hours. " Sypher gave me a wink. "Sounds good, mate." You may be wondering how a kid from DC got a British accent... we spend summers with our mom in London. Me, I got stuck with a Brooklyn accent from going to school there. What school? Julliard. I happen to be what Dad calls a "savant idiot". I am wicked good at singing and I have the rare ability to remember everything I hear. My brother , on the other hand, is a mimic, he sees it once and bam, he can do it flawlessly. I go to Brooklyn a lot because I fell for the people , the sounds, the streets. " Ya, can't wait. " I added. We settled into our seats and enjoyed the fun of picking out the strange girls in the crowd. Twenty minutes later, the concert began and soon I lost myself in the music. It sure seemed perfect...... until the sound of gunshots ruined the chorus to "Tell Me a Lie". Instantly I stared at the stage, which, like the crowd, was in panic mode. I couldn't be sure, but someone seemed hurt, I saw only four boys standing, but there were too many guards to see who was standing. I looked to my right, and screamed. Sypher was gone. GONE. The second it sank in, I felt a sudden , intense pain rip through my shoulder. Since I was in a T-shirt, I knew there was nothing wrong physically, but it sure felt like I was hurt....or...No, that was insane. There's no way I would feel it if Sy was...but maybe...we are twins... Oh, what am I DOING? "Focus, Lexie, focus." I mutter, quickly searching for the shooters. One of my bodyguards, Kevin, taps me on the shoulder...the one that hurts. "Ow! What , Kev? " He bits his lip nervously ;for an ex-thug, he's a softie. "Uhm, Miss Alexis , We found your brother. He got shot, but Maurizio has him. He's bringing him now. We was wondering if we should stay wit you or help evacuate. " I give a sigh. "Help evacuate. Just give me Sy. We can manage. Just evac everyone and go home. " I tell him. Kevin nods and takes off. I see Maurizio coming my way with a barely conscious Sypher. - If you want to know why mom named him that, she is in love with puzzles. I was lucky;mom almost named me anagram. Her dog is named Palindrome.- I take my twin carefully, trying not to yelp when I see the bloody mess his right shoulder is. I silently count how many shooters there are. Not good, at least sixty shooting now, and more each second. I try hard not to do a body count, but from the sudden quiet, it is not low. "Oh, laws, how am I going to get us out of this, Sy?" I ask in a whisper. Fortunately,Zayn answers me. " Hey, love, where are your folks? " He asks, motioning for me to get onstage. "My twin and I are alone. Mom and dad are busy." Zayn smiles, though it looks forced. "Then I guess you're with us, pretty bird. " He says , and I follow him over to the others. - So, not the best way to meet my favorite band. But I am so not complaining, Zayn thinks I'm pretty!- Sypher still isn't waking up, but he's moaning in pain and breathing funny. Harry grins, Liam just nods, and Louis stares vacantly at us for a second, then returns his gaze to Niall, who's lying very still on the stage. Without a thought, I gently lie Sypher down and slip my backpack off, rummaging through it for the med kit Dad insists we take everywhere-not kidding, we have them stashed in every place we go, school, Uncle Jason's house, the twenty vehicles we have, and in our backpacks. Dad is always adding new survival gear, anything from maps and books on how to speak twenty languages to cellphones that have trackers in them.- Finally finding it, I realize I have a dilemma: even with Sypher's med kit, I won't have enough bandages. Then I remember I'm wearing two shirts. I instantly yank off my "Sarcasm is my right as a NYC kid" shirt and start ripping it up. I glance at Niall, he looks pale, so he gets treated first. I can see that the bullet, thankfully, missed his heart, but it seems to have broken a rib or two. Slowly, I turn him over and see an exit wound. Phew, no digging for bullets. I go into doctor mode, taking off Niall's hoodie and shirt and quickly stitching up the wounds, then I carefully but tightly bandage it, taking care not to move the busted ribs. I look up to see the rest of One D gaping at me. "What?" I ask. Zayn finds his voice first. "How did you learn to do that?" - Crap, how to reply?"Oh , you know, mom taught me, she's a spy!"- I am saved by my twin who finally woke up. "Lexie wants to be a field nurse for the army." Sy casually says. He tries to sit up but there's a sickening crack from his wounded shoulder. Sy winces, biting his lip so he won't cry out in pain. He notices the band then. "Oh, hi. Name's Sypher Synchler, pronounced Like Sinclair." He says weakly. - Synchler. Why that last name? Dad says use names like Jones or Smith. Common names. He used our real name!- At that, Niall sits up. "Kind of a rude way to say they don't like my voice. Next time just post mean words on Twitter. " He mutters. Zayn laughs, helping his friend to his feet. Sypher then decides to say the one thing our folks have told us never to even whisper. "Sorry about the shooting. Our fault. Our dad runs the FBI. " - Okay, I know, Sypher is hurt and out of it from blood loss. He might think he's hallucinating, I can't get mad. It's not his fault.- Harry laughs. "Seriously?Cool. So,spy kids, what do we do?" - WHAT?! They expect me to get them, us, out of here?-