Agent 1 (Book 3)

10. It seriously wasn't me this time

Sorry for the wait, I've been trying to deal with some really irritating stuff.

Thirteen's POV

"That's enough!" I shout at Lydia as she twists Chase's arm painfully behind his back. It wouldn't be problem if she wasn't still applying pressure, causing his wrist and possibly whole arm to break in the next few seconds unless she lets up.

Knowing Lydia...she won't, not until she's broken at least one bone.

I shove Lydia away from Chase, causing her to release him. Chase glares at her while rubbing at his wrist.

"You alright?" I ask him, standing between him and Lydia. Mostly because I believe he's stupid enough to try and charge her...and she'd win.

"Fine." He replies curtly and I focus my attention back on Lydia.

"You're supposed to be training them. Not injuring them to the point they'd be useless in a fight." I turn towards the boys. "No offense."

"I was training him." Lydia says in her snarky tone. "He needs to learn how to win even if he's got a broken bone."

"That's not going to help us now." I growl at her. "We need everyone to be at their best, both physically and mentally. Broken bones are only going to cause us problems."

She shrugs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Well then they should at least be shown how to fight with a broken wrist. Garrett's not going to give them love taps."

"Brilliant idea. How about I break your wrist and then they can fight you." I suggest with a sweet smile. "Then they'll see how you do it."

She just raises her eyebrows at me and shrugs. "I have a much better idea."

She moves quickly and the next thing I know she's grabbed hold of my wrist and twists it painfully behind me. My leg swings back and I catch her in the shins but it does nothing to get her to release me.

There's a sickening crack followed closely by a shooting pain in my wrist. She shoves me away from her and I stumble slightly as I keep my arm pressed into my torso, clenching my teeth against the pain and trying to keep myself from allowing Lily to skin her alive.

I turn around to  glare at Lydia who looks rather smug with herself.

"Oh please it's not that bad of a break-" Whatever she planned on saying next is cut off by a gunshot and her cry of pain as she grabs hold of her shoulder, blood beginning to seep through her fingers.

I whirl around to glare at Lily. Even though Lydia no doubt deserved it, we need her to help us train and it's a little hard for her to do that with a bullet hole in her shoulder.

Lily holds up her hands in surrender before pointing at Olivia. "She took my gun, remember?"

My gaze immediately settles on Devin. He holds his hands up just like Lily did and his eyes widen. "Ok I was thinking about it...a lot, but it seriously wasn't me this time."

I look at him in a confusion and notice moment out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look at Sam just as he slides his gun back into its holster. I shoot him a glare and he gives me a blank look. He's not going apologize.

"You should be thanking me for not putting the bullet in her head." He says simply as he leans back against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest.

I give him a deadpanned look before walking over. "Take a break!" I shout to everyone else as I lean against the wall next to him. Neither one of us say anything and my mind drifts to the phone call with Garrett.