Hunters ≫ H.S (Sequel to Runners) DISCONTINUED

Chapter [12]

[Harry Styles]
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I had a plan in motion.

It was a simple one that might have involved a lot of dangerous work in between. However my men knew what to do and they went to work right away.

The next morning Niall was already started on his inquiries; getting into contact with Uncle Benny as best as he could. From experience Benny was a hard man to track down but Niall has proven otherwise in the past. Benny chooses who he wants in contact and with him completely out of the country now it was nearly impossible.

But impossible hasn't stopped me before.

As for the rest of my men, Louis was head of the mapping operation. He and a few other hand picked men worked on the artillery and the routes we needed to take on against Abel in his very own fortress. We're entering a building full of police officers, we need to look and act the part. Like I've said simple but dangerous.

Malia and Toni were the last ones standing and they were key to this entire operation. Malia was famous for her hacking skills against the security systems and this time it was nothing new. With Abel's cryptic invite to his masquerade ball, Malia was able to get an address right away. We tracked down the New York buildings surrounding Abel's estate and got answers the fastest this morning. It was too easy and it was a trap but I'll do anything to get my girl back.

I'm seated in a chair with a plastic  smock wrapped over my front side. Malia was standing in front of me with a thick yellow folder out stretched towards my face. I just barely lean my head forward to look at the pages yet Lou tugs my head back for her angles against my curls.

"Harry sit still or I'll snip your bloody ear off." Lou scoffs as her scissors chop away at the long dark waves behind my head.

I blink my eyes up at Malia with exhaustion, "What did you find?" I ask and Malia immediately opens up the folder for me to see.

"I found a shopping area near the estate. This is at a dress shop just a few hours ago." She pulls out another black and white photograph of surveillance images dated in broad daylight. "Recognize someone?" Her tone came out sarcastic and somewhat bitter.

I take the photograph into my hands and stare carefully at the black and white background. Even Lou leans in a bit over my shoulder, "Addison." I puff out a breath of relief.

I found her.

It was Addison alright, I would recognize her style anywhere. She was in motion, looking back over her shoulder with thick, dark sunnies covering her face and a ball cap on top of her head. Her clothes were loose fitted and she just looked like herself again, the girl I first met. However this image was haunting, after searching weeks for her and then just barely missing her by a few minutes suddenly these images surfaced rather quickly and unexpectedly. She was hiding in plain sight, right where Abel wants her.

I stare at the picture carefully some more, soaking in every little detail this particular photograph holds. Addison's front was facing away from the surveillance camera but her gaze was right at me. She was covering herself with a sling just barely wrapped around her left shoulder. She was injured.

Then Malia brings out another image, seconds apart from the last one. Addison had her back completely turned now and suddenly another woman enters the proximity. "Recognize her?" Malia points down on top of the woman dressed in a white dress suit. Her hair was tied back into a slick bun, nothing seemed out of place on her.