Bodyguard (5 Seconds of Summer)

Mission

Ring Ring Ring!
The intercom went off in my room, waking me up.
"Office now!" The most annoying voice boomed.
I groaned and threw back the blankets. Not caring I was still in my pajamas, I trudged to his office. Most agents would knock or acknowledge who they are. but I'm not most agents. I barge right in.

"What the fuck do you want?" I groaned rubbing my eyes.

"New mission." He says.  His eyes scanned every inch of my body. I cleared my throat.

" Eyes up here! Whats the mission?"

"A band--" He started.

"WHAT! BAND?" I screamed cutting him off. He tossed a file onto the desk. I picked it up harshly, flipping through it.

"Like i was saying before you interrupted me!" He exclaimed raising his voice at the end. I glared at him. "5 Seconds of Summer. 4 Aussie boys. They have been shot at. One has been shot. They have been followed, sent death threats, been robbed. Michael, Ashton,Luke and Calum." He said sitting back in his chair. I huffed.

"NO! i am not doing this!" I said throwing the file on the desk. He abruptly stood up.

"YOU WILL DO THIS! ITS NOT A REQUEST IT AN ORDER! NOW TAKE THE FILE AND GET OUT! YOU PLANE LEAVES IN 6 HOURS!" He yelled. I groaned throwing my head back and grabbing the file.

"Send over my weapons!" I said through my teeth, before stomping out. There was a crowd of people outside the door. They stared at me.

"WHAT!" I yelled. The ran scared. I walked to my room. Flipping through the file while walking.

Michael Clifford: Age 19. Family: Karen Clifford, Daryl Clifford and no siblings. Eyes: Green Hair: Depends, like to dye it a lot.

Calum Hood: Age 18 Family: Joy Koa Hood, David hood and sister Mali Koa Hood. Eyes: brown Hair: Black.

Luke Hemmings: Age 18 Family: Liz Hemmings, Andrew Hemmings and Ben and Jack Hemmings. Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde

Ashton Irwin: Age 20 Family: Anne-Marie and Harry and Lauren Irwin. Eyes: Hazel/brown/green Hair: Dirty Brown

Four boys? Shouldn't they be able to take care of them selves? And being guarded by a girl. Thats a tough blow to the pride. I slammed the door open and tossed the folder on the desk before pulling out a suitcase. Black jeans, undergarments, shirts, sweats, leather jackets, socks, and 2 pairs of combat boots. One pair has a pocket to hold a knife. I set the case by the door before going into my closet and changing into my only pair of leggings, which have a bunch of holes, a black tank top and a leather jacket. I sat down at the desk and flipped open the file to learn a bit more about it. One had been shot in the leg while on stage. The tour bus has been broken into and robbed. Michael has received death threats. Most saying watch your back you stuck up celeb. Even his girlfriend has received threats for being involved with them. I groaned. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the time. I had two hours to get to the airport and ready to go. Closing the file, I stood up. I put the file in a backpack with makeup and my laptop, before slinging it onto my back. Sighing I walked to the door and grabbed my suit case.

________________Australia____________________

22 hours later. I am about to kill someone. The plane finally landed and I got off. After grabbing my bags I looked for the person picking me up. A man holding a sign waved. I looked closer. The sign had my name on it. I walked over, already having my ID out. He looked at it making sure he had the right person.

"Lets go! Do you need to stop anywhere before meeting the boys?" He asked grabbing my suitcase.

"Headquarters. Stupid airplanes don't allow agents to have weapons on planes." I said sighing. He nodded. We arrived at the car. The man put the suitcase in the back while I hopped in the front, putting my backpack at my feet. The driver door opened and the man sat down. I should really learn his name. Eh, I'm sure he'll tell me later, if it is important to know. I head rest my head against the window.