Three words

Chapter nine

Niall's POV

I slowly walked through the alleyway and into an open hallway.

The stone which served as walls was grimy and slick with water that had most likely seeped through the cracks from the rusty metal roof.

I opened a door and stepped in the dark room, closing it behind me and flicking up the light switch.

"Hey Niall." Louis greeted, nodding towards me as he sifted through the papers that were spread out across the worn down meeting table.

"Hey. Any news?" I asked him, walking over and shimmying off my wet leather jacket. He nodded and that perked my interest. I sat next to him in a old wooden chair which annoyingly squeaked and earned me an irritated glare from Louis.

"So Ronnie was doing some research and had sent out a search team last week, right? Well the search team went to eight different places, searching the most logical places that Scrench would be hiding. Their last visit was London, and they searched an abandoned boat warehouse." He said, stacking and moving papers as he talked.

"They were ambushed, and only one member survived. That member, Davis, had sneaked away. Scrench doesn't even know that he was in the group. At least we can assume it's Scrench. Davis came back with these papers last night." Louis continued, tossing a file that was filled with papers in front of me. I gingerly opened it and noticed maps and patterns all printed on paper flooded out the side. I picked up one that had several different signals and calculations on it.

"He stole them from a back office while the team was ambushed. These are great clues, adding the fact that we now know where they are. They are bound to be suspicious that someone had gotten out alive once they realize these papers are gone, but these papers could also give us clues to where they might retreat to." He stated proudly. I looked at him after observing the papers and nodded before smiling.

"They're bound to move locations, as you said. But we should catch them before they can." I smirked. "Assemble a team, you, Harry, me, Zayn, Liam, and Davis will come with. Davis knows his way through there, we are the best fighters. It may not seem logical but it makes sense." I told him, standing up and walking towards the exit.

"Tonight, we head to London."

Chrissy's POV *Next Day*

The man stood and started walking over, his glasses perched on his nose. He looked like he was from the men in black, so he must be some kind of agent.

"Cameron..." I whispered, glancing over at the man coming towards us. He looked over at me questioningly and noticed the man before cursing under his breath and standing. Nash stood too and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from my amusement park burger. I didn't object, the man did seem kind of scary, and that burger was kind of greasy.

Nash and Cameron pulled me out of the exit and to their car that was parked right infront of the drop off. Cameron took out his key and unlocked the car hurredly before we all got in, Nash in the front seat.

Nash locked all doors and started driving at a questionable speed. I clicked in my seatbelt and looked expectantly at Cameron who was next to me in the back seat.

"Not the time." He said, taking out his phone and typing at a lightning fast pace. I just took out my phone and noticed the screen twitching, then blacking out and having a face flash across it. I looked at Cameron and realized his phone had the same thing.

"Don't question, just shoot any guy in black suit!" Nash yelled, tossing two pistols on the back seat. I stared wide eyed at them until Cameron shoved one into my hand and wrapped my fingers around it.

"They aren't people, Chris. You can do this." He said softly, nodding. I nodded back and both of our windows opened and I stuck my arm out of my window, gun in hand. I noticed a black range rover behind us and I cocked my arm and squeezed the trigger. The sound of glass shattering rang through the air and a jagged hole burst into their windshield glass as the man that was occupying the passenger seat fell on the dashboard, blood pouring from his forehead. I didn't feel any guilt at all, and maybe that was a good thing.

But no, being guilty was a good thing. Being un-guilty only meant..I was a killer. And I didn't mind.

I heard more gunshots and snapped back into the horrible reality that I was holding a gun that was made to kill. I pulled the trigger again and blindly shot as a man fell sideways onto the middle compartment, dead.

Cameron's car took a sharp turn and the black car followed behind, almost drifting into a street lamp. I shot blindly again and realized I'd run out of bullets. There must not have been many in the gun. I pulled my arm from the window and looked to Cameron for assistance. As if knowing this might happen, he pulled a pack of bullets from the glov compartment and handed some to me. Luckly I'd gone hunting before, so loading a gun wasn't new to me.

Nash turned around to yell at us but in that fateful moment he'd turned his head, the car hit a curb and flew up the sidewalk, running strait into a street lamp. My body jerked forward and hit the plastic head of the passenger seat, most likely causing a gash in my forehead.

No time to worry about that now, I thought, I need to get Nash and Cameron.

I noticed Nash had his airbag pressed up against his chest and he was passed out. Cameron was struggling to get his seatbelt off, blood running down his cheek. I unclipped my seatbelt and jumped out, shooting a couple guys that were advancing on us by foot.

I ran around to Cameron's side and opened his door, pulling him out and noticing he'd been struck on his temple, which could have well been lethal. He grabbed his gun and stuffed the last of the bullets in his pocket before practically ripping the handle off of Nash's door. Luckly the door was unlocked since the car was just recently smashed, I think due to the safety locks. I grabbed Nash's arm and pulled him out, trying to carry his weight as Cameron shot a couple more men.

I finally felt the pain from the wound on my forehead like a giant weight had been put on my neck, along with my head. I winced and kept pulling Nash away from the scene as Cameron followed and protected.

Nash finally awoke, but he was weak so he helped little with me having to pull him. I helped him into a warehouse, with Cameron close behind, and hid behind some boxes. I took my gun out and looked at Nash who was recovering, as if he'd had this happen to him before.

Nash and Cameron got up, grabbing their guns and trusting me with mine.

"We'll be right back, don't show your face. They're out for you." Cameron said. That hit me hard. They're out for me. Why? I didn't mean anything to anyone. At least anything I'd know of.

I pulled my sleeve over my wrist and held it up to my head, trying to slow the blood flow that looked as if there was a red waterfall over my face. Pain seered through my head and I gasped, blowing air through my teeth and trying again. This'll just have to do for now.

"Chrissy?" I whipped my head around to face Zayn, holding a gun and staring at me. He was crouched next the the boxes, well hidden for someone his size. He looked at me questioningly and then his eyes flickered to Nash and Cameron running across the warehouse hall and back over towards us.

He looked back at me, with almost realization and sorrow in his eyes.

"It was you...That's why Louis didn't want Niall to..." He trailed off, staring at the wound on my head. I gripped my gun and dismissed the wave of dizziness that swept over my body, but it got the better of me. The last thing I saw was Zayn, with his beautiful hazel eyes filled with worry and regret, before I blacked out.

A/N: Woop woop, ZAYN IS IN BAYBAY :'D

And yayyy I added some war action Cx This story is going places I never thought it would go. Thanks to you guys, amazing :D 200 READS ALREADY WHAT THE FLUFF :D gah xD

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