~ 1 month later ~
Sierra's POV
This month has been really weird. Nothing has happened yet but I keep getting these weird texts and every time I report them to the CIA the can't find the location or the person that it keeps coming from. I'm not afraid of them but I'm debating if I should listen to them. I got one about an hour ago:
Meet me at 9pm behind Maxwell's Bar and Club.
I'm going! I picked up my phone and called Peter, another one of my friends.
"Hello?"
"Peter, I'm texting you an address I want you to come over and help me with something." I hung up and gave him the address of our house and it took him less than 20 minutes. He lives in this neighbour hood so it didn't take him long to get here. The door bell rang and I ran for the door.
"Get in!" I pulled him by his arm I told him about the texts and brought all the guys into the room.
"Ok, people! This is Peter he'll be replacing me tonight. Listen to him carefully."
"Where are you going?" Nash asked me.
"Um..."
"She has stuff to do." He finished my sentence.
"Yeah, ok, what are you really going to do?" Carter asked.
"Shut up, mind your own business and listen to his instructions." I ran upstairs to get changed. I put my laptop on my backpack and and extra gun incase. I had one on my hip and one in my shoe. My phone was in my hand and my cap was backwards as I ran down the stairs Matt came in my way and stopped me.
"I'm coming with you." He said with a serious expression.
"No your not!" He leaned in and kissed me.
"Does that make a difference?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Fine you can come but you have to dress in black and wear a hat. P.S: I din't say yes because you kissed me. Don't think that made a difference." He ran up to his room and five minutes later he came back out with black jeans a black long sweater and a black cap. I ran up into my room and grabbed two guns and an extra pack of bullets. He put on a pair of black Jordans and I put a gun in his shoe too. He put the other gun in his back pocket and covered it with his sweater.
"I look so dope!" I said showing the guys.
"What does your shirt say?" Johnson asked.
"Born to be a unicorn, a badass unicorn!" I shouted putting a lot of emphasis on the badass.
"If we're not back in two days call James and tell him to send the jet! Bring them back to Cali and make sure they stay safe. The tour is over at that point." I ran out the door and Matt followed me. We jumped into my car and drove off. The destination wasn't far so we had arrived in no time. Matt got out of the car first and came around to open my door.
"Thanks Matt!" I walked out and looked at the text the mysterious person sent me.
"Ok, here's the plan. Is you gun by your hip?"
"Nope!" he put his gun on his hip and I finished explaining the plan. We both walked to the other side of the building and started waiting. Out of nowhere some guy all dressed in black came out.
"You picked out some bad colours." I gave my back pack to Matt and got up.
"Why you picked them out too." I said.
"Yeah I don't want to be seen you do." Matt started screaming. This guy had more back up than I expected. They placed a bag on Matt and as I started running for him they placed a wet cloth on my mouth and nose. I accidentally took a breath and fell asleep.
<cliff hanger, again!>
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-Sitthew {Sierra and Matthew}
-Sison {Sierra and Jason}
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Fanfiction(magnon fanfic) Exactly, my job is killing people who try to kill me. People might say that is cold hearted but it's my job and my job is to be a CIA agent and protect you. Warning: Foul language (not a lot but still)