Aaron's P.O.V:
I awoke with a groan. There was a painful throbbing in the back of my head.
I snapped my eyes open as the events came flooding back to me.
Mike escaped his room. I was knocked out.
In front of me were all four of the guys. Tony looked panicked.
"Guys. What did you do?", I asked, eyeing the phone in Vic's hand.
"We're gonna turn you in. With a little help though", Mike glared at me.
"Help from who? What did you do?!", I barked.
I struggled in the handcuffs and noticed my feet were tied with some kind of torn cloth. Most likely from the sheets.
"Shut up. You're going to jail where you'll rot", Mike said, shooting me another glare.
"Tony. Tell me who they called", I pleaded.
If they called the cops, that's alright. The agency will clear everything. But I have a feeling that's not who they called.
"Why should we tell you? You kidnapped us", Vic said with a frown.
"Fine. You want to know why?", I asked.
"Yeah. And who you really are", Vic said.
I closed my eyes in concentration and sighed.
"If I tell you, will you tell me who you called?", I asked.
"I guess", Vic said. Mike rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. All eyes were on me.
"Okay. My name is Aaron Mills and I work for a special Agency. I was assigned your case. The original intention wasn't to kidnap you guys but push came to shove and I had no choice", I said.
"Bullshit", Mike said.
"My badge is in the inside pocket of my jacket. See for yourself", I replied.
"It's a trap", Mike said.
"No it's not. I swear. Now tell me who the fuck you called", I demanded.
"I want to see your badge first", Vic said, wearily.
"Take it then. I won't hurt you", I said, honestly.
Vic hesitated while Tony moved closer.
"What are you doing Tone?!", Mike asked.
"I want to see her badge. I think she's telling the truth", he murmured.
"She's full of shit", Mike growled.
Tony ignored him and stopped in front of me.
He eyed my jacket carefully.
"I wont hurt you. Just take my badge. You'll see", I said.
His eyes caught mine and I gave him a small nod.
He took in a deep breath and slowly reached for my jacket.
Mike stood up and watched the scene unfold.
Tony unzipped the inside pocket and pulled out my badge.
He took a step back and examined it.
"Let me see", Mike said.
"What does IPA stand for?", Tony asked.
"International Protection Agency", I revealed.
"You're Clearance Level 1? What does that mean?", he asked.
"Clearance Level 1 is the highest rank of the agency. Now please tell me who you called", I replied.
"Vic called Charles", Tony mumbled.
My eyes went wide.
"You WHAT?!", my voice boomed throughout the room.
"I don't know...this could be fake", Mike said, biting his lip.
"It's not fake. You need to untie me right now. We need to move to the next safehouse. Please trust me", I said, eagerly.
"Why? What's up with Charles?", Vic asked.
"Him and his son are dangerous, okay? They're out to get you guys for God knows what", I explained hurriedly.
"I told you that guy was creepy!", Jaime said.
"Shut up Jaime", Mike said.
"No, you shut up. I was right", Jaime crossed his arms.
"Jaime?", Mike asked.
"Yes?", Jaime replied.
"Do you want to feel how hard I can punch?", Mike threatened.
"Actually, I already d-", I cut him off with a loud 'shh!'.
All heads turned to me and we listened quietly.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Untie me. Now", I ordered, keeping my voice down.
"Mike! Give me the keys!", Tony whisper-yelled.
Mike hesitated but when he heard another knock, he quickly tossed Tony the keys.
As soon as my hands were free, I loosened my feet and stood up quickly.
"All of you. Stay in here. I'll be right back. No talking", I said, going into defend mode.
"Where are you going?", Vic whispered.
"To get something. I'll be right back", I said and left the room quickly, locking the door behind me.
I went into my room and grabbed the duffel bag from underneath my bed and quietly rushed to Vic's room.
The guy's eyes snapped to me as I walked in and shut the door behind me.
"What's that?", Mike asked, eyeing the duffel bag.
"Weapons. Now be quiet", I ordered, setting the bag on the bed and unzipping it.
I took out suspenders and put it on under my leather jacket. I pulled out two handguns and loaded them with bullets.
"What the fuck?!", Mike whisper-yelled.
"Shut up! It's for your safety", I shot back.
I put the loaded guns in the special place in the suspenders. They were custom made to be able to hold guns.
I tucked another gun in the back of my black jeans and put a pocket knife in my pocket.
I grabbed another hand gun and loaded it then walked over to Mike.
"Do you know how to use this?", I asked him.
His eyes widened.
"Why?", he asked.
"Because if anything goes wrong, you'll need this. Just turn off the safety here and pull this back to load it properly. After that all you have to do is aim and pull the trigger", I explained as the knocking on the door became louder.
"Okay", he said, taking the gun from me hesitantly.
"No matter what. Don't open this door. Even if I say so. The only way this door is opening is if I open it from the outside", I ordered.
"What are you going to do?", Vic asked.
"What I do best", I said, then moved towards the door.
"Wait! Aaron!", Mike called.
I turned my head and he pressed his lips together in a straight line.
"Thank you", he said quietly.
"It's what I'm here for", I gave a nod and walked out if the room, securely locking the door behind me.
I creeped down the stairs and stopped in front of the front door.
The banging was ridiculously loud now.
Now or never.
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