Wanted by The Wanted | ✔️

|| ELEVEN ||

:| A V Y N L U N A V E R |:

I race towards the site of violence, stunned by the anger behind Oscar's every punch, "OSCAR! Oscar, stop it!" I exclaim, clawing through the crowd that is beginning to form.

Every punch lands squarely on the man's jaw, a sickly crack evident with each one. His eye is already looking purple, whereas Oscar's face is looking a clear as-

The man suddenly flips them over, scrambles to his feet, and slams his foot down into Oscar's cheek. I feel shock crawl up the back of my body and lurk behind my eyes.

"Oscar," I breathe out under my breath, chest constricting.

Soren jumps into action beside me, shoving me aside and punching the unknown man in the neck. As he gasps and holds his hands at his throat, unable to breathe, Soren grabs my hand to tug me away. I sweep my gaze over to Oscar, who is already running away with a slight limp.

We run after him.

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"He was a fucking spy! He had my gun!" Oscar grits out angrily, throwing a damaged, black gun towards the hotel room bed.

It hits the headboard and clatters to the floor, "What does that mean?" I ask quietly, fearing the answer.

Soren walks in with a blank expression replacing his usually-playful one, "F.U.S.E knows our location, will be here in a matter of hours, and we are officially screwed."

"What are we gonna do?!" Oscar tugs at his soft hair harshly, making me wince as he marches over to Soren.

"I-I don't know!" Soren answers, panicky.

"Well you're the damn plan-maker so think of something! At this rate, we're fucking dead!" Oscar snaps, tense.

I intervene, "Now's not the time to be mad at each other. We have to work together to think of a solution, fast. Has anyone told Trent and Red?"

Soren nods. Immediately, the door swings open and the other two members of A.C.R.E step in, dishevelled, "What the fuck is happening and why are we screwed?" Red demands, scary tone back in order.

Trent steps in further and slams the door as I fill them in, "A F.U.S.E spy got in a fight with Oscar. He had his gun. Now F.U.S.E knows our location and they'll be here pretty damn soon if we don't get a plan together."

A silence passes. Soren sits down on my bed, head in his hands, "We have to leave the country. Call the jet."

I sink to the floor, leaning against the wall. This is all becoming real now. Before, I was just kidnapped by a wanted gang who actually turned out to be nice and affectionate. Now? I'm beginning to see the real life of a gang. Danger. And I'm so fucking scared.

I feel a strong gaze in the side of my head. Turning, I manage a weak smile at Oscar. This is real now. Lives-on-the-line real. He sighs and faces away from me again, internal battle clear.

"I'll call the plane," Trent offers.

Red nods, "I'll pack the important stuff."

"I'll go update Olli and see if he has any news," Soren runs a hand through his hair, exhaling before they all depart hurriedly.

Oscar leans back in his bed.

"We're fucked, aren't we?" I ask quietly.

He doesn't say anything for a while, "We are. You might not be. If we can get you away from here then maybe you'll be safe."