Angel with a Shotgun || h.s. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 12: That Was My Favorite Jacket

Chapter 12: That Was My Favorite Jacket

Everything was set according to plan. James thought that we need to mislead whoever are coming. He divided the group in two teams. Me, Charles and four other men were instructed to set the perimeter while the others will unload the cargo.

After setting the perimeter and instructing them, me and Charles stayed near the docks together with James and the rest. I was sitting on my bike, preparing for what's to come. It's already around ten in the evening. It was getting chilly. When will the ship arrive? I'm getting bored.

My phone buzzed. A new message from Harry.

-Heeeey beautiful! :) x

-What do you want?

-Are you always mad at me? Because last time I checked, you were happy cuddling with me ;)

What the fuck! Is he really using that against me?

-Ha! FYI! That was a one time thing. That won't happen again.

-We'll see ;)

-My middle finger says hi.

-Well tell your middle finger, my arms are wide open for her ;) x

I can practically picture him smirking right now. That little twat!

-Screw you!

I chucked my phone inside my pocket.

He's so annoying. Ugh!

"You okay?" Charles asked. "You seem flushed." He gave me a cocky smirk so I flipped him off.

I can now hear the sound of the ship. Thank God they're here. I grabbed my H & K USP Match and placed it on my sides. I also grabbed two magazines just in case I ran out.

"Let's get ready." James said and we went closer to the docks. The anchors of the ship were dropped. After a few minutes, a wooden cargo was wheeled out. James and three of his men went to fetched it. I started to feel uneasy. It was rather.. quiet.

"Charles, isn't it weird?" I looked at him and I know he knows what I meant.

"Radio them and checked if anything is wrong." Charles nodded and he got his radio out.

"Bravo 1 come in!" No answer. Charles continued calling them but still no answer. The wind blew and I instantly got chills.

"No answer." I looked at Charles who has a confused look on his face.

"Something is not right. I need to go and check!" Charles grabbed my elbow.

"Be careful!" I nodded and he placed a kiss on top of my head. He handed me another magazine just in case. I took a firm hold of it and walked.

***

The lights of the pier were enough to let me see a guy lying on the floor. I tightened my grip around my gun. I moved closer. There was a small pool of blood on the ground. He was shot in his chest. I crouched down and placed my fingers on his neck, checking his heartbeat. Sadly, there was none.

I grabbed his radio. "Charles come in!"

"Andie! What happened?"

"I've found one dead. I don't know about the rest." Then

BANG!

A bullet hit the container van behind me. Shit!

I looked up and saw a guy standing on top the container, aiming at me. He fired again and I rolled over instantly. I raised my gun and fired twice. He fell to the ground, head first.

"ANDIE! ARE YOU STILL THERE?!" Charles yelled. I quickly got up and snatched the radio.

"Yeah I'm fine!" I ran. Then a man punched me on my stomach. I fell to the ground. He aimed at me and I threw the radio to his face. I immediately kicked his feet and he stumbled down. I reached for my gun and shot him on his head. I got up and someone shoot me again.

Fuck! They never stop!

I ran as fast as I could. They were still firing at me. I grabbed both guns on my side. I turned my back and slide down to the floor and fired. The guy from my left was hit and so was the one on top of the container. I scrambled to my feet and ran again. Then I felt a pain on my right arm. There was blood.

Shit! Shit!

They ruined my favorite jacket! Fucking bastards! I made a turn to the right. Hope I wasn't lost! There were lots of containers and I'm having a hard time finding my way out. I can hear faint sounds of gunshots. I must be near the docks!

Then I saw Charles behind a cargo, shooting. I slowly creeped at the back.

Okay at count to three. One, three!

I emerged behind the container and fired. Charles backed me up. Five men were now lying cold to the floor. I put my guns down and Charles ran towards me.

"YOU'RE HIT! ARE YOU OKAY?!" He yelled. He was scared and angry at the same time.

"I'm fine! It's just a scratch!" I watched James load the cargo to a van. Charles was examining my wound. He's overreacting to a little wound. He got out his hanky and tied it around my arm. I winced when he tightened it.

"We'll fix you later. Let's just get out of here now." He patted my head and I nodded. He suggested that he'd drive because of my wound. Seriously, it's just a scratch. Why doesn't he listen?! I decided not to argue and climbed.

***

When we arrive, father was there waiting for us. He immediately dragged me to his office to clean my wound. I swear my family is overreacting. After mending my wounds, dad said that we should spend the night here. I agreed. I'm too tired to go home.

I opened my room and switched on the lights. It's been a very long time since I last slept in here. I opened my wooden closet. I found an old shirt and shorts. I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

I laid down on my bed. I checked my phone. Five messages from Harry. I didn't bother to read them. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

End of Chapter.

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