Mission Impossible

Chapter 39~ Here We Go Again

HARRY'S POV

I pulled the car up to where all the evidence had led me, only to find the trail had gone cold. I got out of the car and immediately smelt the burnt and crisp air. Fire fighters surrounded what just looked like a black hole, and police stood further back. I walked up to one of them, tapping them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Officer, what happened here?" I asked. The officer looked at me, determined I was a civilian and looked back to the scene in front of us.

"Gas leak," he said. I didn't want to push him, so just nodded and got back in the car.

I kept going the way I had been and then pulled off to the side of the road about a mile down. I took a deep breath and tried to think, but I didn't know what else I could do as long as I was being benched by the C.I.A.. A thought popped into my head, and it was stupid and I knew it wouldn't work, but I had to try.

I dialed the number on my phone and put it to my ear, waiting for the tone to stop, meaning I had been put through.

"Agent Styles?" Rain's voice spoke, surprised. I didn't waste any time getting to the point, and just blurted it out.

"Clara's alive."

CLARA'S POV

  Zayn had taken us on a plane, across the country for a special mission. Three days of travel all together, three days of countless pit stops to people I wasn't allowed to meet, all this way, and here we were standing in front of a police station.

  "A police station? What the hell am I going to find there?" I asked Zayn after he told me where I would be going undercover.

  "The men and women in blue are trained but don't get paid that much. It's perfect hunting ground for Ivy," he explained. I paused and looked out the window as we drove.

  "I still don't know why you don't team up with the C.I.A. to take down Ivy. You guys are like the middle ground that can be mistaken for either side. You're going to get caught in the cross fire," I said but Zayn didn't react much.

  "I'd rather not work with the agency that ordered my assassination," Zayn said as he turned into a street.

  "But you're fine working with the agent that actually assassinated you?" I questioned. Zayn smiled and looked at me as he turned into a parking lot in front of a police station.

  "You've obviously never been in love with Clara Walker," he remarked. "Letting you go...it's near impossible," he said before he reached over me and opened the door. "Go, you don't want to be late for your first day of work", he said. I stared at him for a moment before opening the door the rest of the way and leaving, entering the LAPD.

I walked up to the front desk and got the attention of the officer manning it.

  "Hi, I'm-," I started to say before I realized Zayn had told me nothing about my cover, about who I was supposed to be. Asshole.

  "Officer Hanover?" someone beside me asked, and I slowly turned my head, not sure if that was supposed to be me or not. "You're new, correct? First day?" He asked. I took a leap of faith and nodded, following the man down the hall and into what appeared to be the locker rooms.

  "Here's your locker. Your uniform is in along with your badge. When you're dressed come see me in my office next to the front desk for your gun," he said. I looked around the empty locker room, and when I deducted no one was in here, I turned to the locker next to me and tried opening it. I tried this with a few, trying to avoid breaking into a trained officers locker before I heard the creak of a door. I swiftly slide back to my locker and opened it, pulling out the black uniform. I pulled it out to the side of me, observing the uniform. I heard soft steps before seeing a pair of ugly black boots appear beneath my uniform. I lowered it and saw a woman, who's smile was kind and full of warmth. Her blonde hair was tied back in a low ponytail and her grey eyes shone brightly.