paired {h.s}

part six

"When Red-hawk finds us, we'll be dead fucking meat." Harry shook his head in dismay. In reply to this, I began to chuckle lightly at Harry's fear.

"Relax, you pussy! We'll save the day and become heroes. I thought you said you liked the idea of being a secret hero?"

"I also like the idea of keeping my job and my life!"

"You're very uptight, Agent Styles. If we're gonna work together, you have to learn to lighten up." I teased, just as the car came to a slow stop.

The destination was... a graffiti wall? Interesting indeed.

We both got out of the car, thanking our practically silent uber driver. The graffiti wall was quite long, with many different drawings and doodles on it.

"This is amazing..." Harry mumbled. He wasn't lying. It was truly mesmerising.

The wall was extremely colourful, to say the least. Different drawings just oozed with colour and creativity.

"Mhm.." I came closer to the wall with Harry following close behind. "But what the fuck does all this have to do with Janelle Cheri?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Well, let's start looking for something then." We searched high and low for at least 15 minutes, resulting unsuccessful in our task. There was completely nothing that we could find on the wall which had anything to do with Janelle Cheri.

The wall was just way too big to search fully, it'd take at least an hour. And we didn't have an hour.

"This is hopeless." My hand glided across the bumpy wall until something finally caught my eye to which I paused and step back to take a better look.

There stood a large graffiti drawn cartoon apple, with the same Janelle Cheri logo imprinted next to it.

"Hey Harry? I found something." I beckoned him over.

"An apple..." Harry thought aloud. This drawing made no sense to us whatsoever so staring at it was pretty useless.

"Take a picture." I instructed.

"On it." Harry brought out his phone and did exactly that.

"Great, let's get out of here. It's starting to get a little-" Suddenly, a gunshot was fired out of literally nowhere towards us. Luckily, it didn't hit us but I knew what was coming next.

"Shit." I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled out my gun from the back pocket of my jeans before sprinting away, shooting in the direction we came from. I turned around for a split second to see a guy in a red balaclava mask shooting at us.

"Right, right, right!" I shouted to Harry, continuously firing at the man behind us. The two of us turned right at the end of the graffiti alley simultaneously and still persisted to run.

"Get out my phone from my back pocket and summon another uber!" I shouted, watching as Harry snatched my phone from my trouser pocket whilst still running for his life.

"To where?"

"The place registered HOME on there!" I was running out of bullets and starting to panick slightly. Shit was about to either get really messy or really bomb ass cool.

"Done, pick up from right around that corner in 3 minutes." Harry pointed to another sideroad leading out from the alley we were currently running through. It was a little far up from us but we could make it.

"D'ya know how to shoot, Styles?"

"I-i guess?"

"Let's find out. Cover me." I released my hand from his and watched as he leaped in front of me, firing away at the balaclava man.

"Fuck, two bullets left." I cursed, trying to think of a plan. Damn, in these moments, I so wished I had teleportation powers. "I've got a plan but it might get me killed."

"What?!"

"Wait for me in the car!"

"Danika, are you sure about this?"

"You've gotta trust me on this one, Styles!" I huffed, before falling on the floor pretending to be shot.

Harry did as I asked and ran round the corner to the pick-up stop, leaving the balaclava man to jog after him.

"One." Just as he was passing me, I fired my first bullet at his leg, as it was the closest thing to me at the time. He stumbled over in pain but didn't stop.

"Two." I fired another at his head, surprisingly not missing and watching him fall to the ground. I got myself up and brushed myself off before doing a little celebratory dance whilst walking slowly up to the man.

I'm honestly such a kick ass spy.

I kicked him in the side, just to check he was dead. He made no sound so I took his gun and examined it. Nice. Adding that to my collection of guns.

I placed his gun in my back pocket and began to run up and round the corner to our desired uber pick-up stop, to see Harry waiting nervously in a grey Ford Focus.

"Thought I'd be dead?" I laughed, jumping into the car next to him and watching as he took a huge sigh of relief and chuckled too.

The car began to drive off and Harry and I resulted in fits of almost relieved laughter, high fiving each other and cheering.

"How'd you get out alive?"

"Shot him in the head." I whispered, the two of us laughing.

"Good job, partner." Harry held out my hand for him to shake it. Partner? I guess we were sort of partners now.

"Good job." I took it after a brief silence. Suddenly, I noticed Harry had a wound on his leg, surrounded in blood.

"Oh shit, Harry?" I pointed to the blood trickling down his leg.

"Ah, didn't see that..." He tried to laugh it off. It looked pretty painful, if you ask me.

"Does it hurt?" I said, touching it slightly. Gross.

"Ouch!" He basically screamed, which made me giggle.

"Sorry!" I put my hand over my mouth to stop me from giggling and began to look out the window at the busy streets of London.

The adventure was only just getting started.