The Heist

Chapter Four

Calum sat there in the same room he's been stuck in for the past 3 days. By now his wounds were stitched up, his head was no longer pounding, and blood no longer stained his clothes. He sat there still handcuffed to the bed, his mind wandering to that fatal night. He wondered how they didn't see it sooner. How they didn't see the whole thing was a setup.

He remembered the first gunshot; the bullet lodging itself in his bicep, and the searing pain that followed. He remembers shouting. Lots of it. A group of guys emerging from the fog that surrounded them. He remembers pulling the gun from his jeans, just in time to shoot the first person to raise the gun at him. He remembers the fighting, and the random knife thrown at Luke. 

He remembers kneeling next to his friend, pressing his large hands against his wound, yelling at him to keep his eyes open. He looked up from Luke, searching for the location of the sirens. Only to take a hard uppercut to the jaw. He felt the coolness of the brass from the attacker, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He barely stood with his legs wobbling just as the attackers had cleared, and the police pulled up.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as they pointed their guns at him, his brothers yelling as the ringing in his ears grew louder. He remembers feeling like he was about to throw up as he raised his gun, thinking he could fight his way out of this only to be brutally tackled to the ground. He knows it wasnt his smartest move.

Calum remembered the coolness of the rain stinging his skin, the roughness of the asphalt below his cheek as his head slammed into the ground.

He faintly remembers seeing Michael and Ashton being handcuffed. Both men shoved into opposite police cars. His mind goes blank as he tries to remember what came next.

The next thing he remembers is seeing blurry outlines of paramedics, and the white wall of the ambulance. He must've blacked out then, because next time he remembers is waking up to see a nurse.

Sophie. She said her name was. She doesn't look like a Sophie. His thoughts were interrupted just as a knock sounded on his door, having it open in the process. It was her. Speak of the devil, he thought to himself. She walked in, clipboard in hand.

"Hello Mr.Hood. I'm here for a small checkup. We're gonna take a look at your stitches, and then diagnose when you'll be allowed to check out," she explained, giving a small smile when she looked up from her clipboard.

He didn't return the smile, instead he peered over at her slightly confused. 

"Check out?" 

"Once you and your partner are in stable conditions you'll both be transferred to a high tech facility," she says, looking at the monitor next to his bed.

"You mean prison," he stated, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"Well, when you put it that way," she remarked sarcastically. He huffed a small laugh shaking his head. She shot him her own smirk, adding in a small wink.

She asked him a few questions to diagnose his concussion, writing the answers down on her clipboard. She then proceeded to check on his stitches. She checked his blood pressure and a few other things before pocketing her pen, turning to look at him fully.

"How's your jaw?" She asked.

He shrugged his shoulders in response mumbling an incoherent response. She quickly sanitized her hands before bringing them to his jaw softly. 

"I need you to relax your jaw, your bruise isn't looking any better. I'm pretty sure that no one check to see if anything was broken," She explained, examining his jaw. "Any numbness or tingling in your teeth, chin or bottom lip?"

He shook his head no, getting lost in the softness of her touch as she poked those areas.

"They say the hands of a nurse are magic. How about working your magic on something else?" He winked.

"OW!" He snapped his head up, and out of her hands when she put pressure on his bruise, shooting her an angry look. She raised her left eyebrow, and leaned back propping her hands on her hip sassily.

"It's not broken but it will be if you ever talk to me like that again. Got it?" 

Calum smirked. She had fire, and he liked fire.

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Somewhere in the hospital in a dim corner stood Rachel and Dr. Manket whispering to each other. 

"Here's the blueprints to the facility." He handed her a red manila folder. "Airways, tech panels, cell levels, everything. Look them over carefully." 

These were the prints to the prison 5SOS is being held at. It's their job to break them out. Dr. Manket began to speak when a set of footsteps made their way towards them. Rachel quickly closed the folder tucking it under her arm. She started to discuss the state Luke was in as the footsteps came around the corner. She turned to look who it was, and was met by curly brown hair and bright green eyes. 

There stood Danny with the smoothie she had bought for him in hand. She sighed and smiled at him slightly. 

"It's just you." She breathed out. He looked down at her. 

"What do you mean it's just me?" He teased. He took notice of the thick folder tucked under her arm. He looked between the two and came to realization. 

"Are you guys planning a heist without me?" He questioned quietly. Rachel rolled her eyes, handing over the folder.

Yes, Danny is apart of their secret organization. He was the one to recruit Rachel and Jade. 

"It's not quite a heist, honey. It's more of a transfer." He finished looking over the plan, and rose a brow at her explanation.

"You're gonna break them out... aren't you?" He sounded proud.

"Yes, yes. Now keep quiet." Dr. Manket hushed the two and turned to Rachel, knowing that Danny already had a grasp on how serious this was, he needed to make Rachel see that. She had a tendency to joke about things, and not think things though. Luckily she somehow managed to get out of every sticky situation she'd been in.

"It's easy really, all you need to do-" 

"I know. I know. Seduce a few guards, take out the others, have Jade work some techie magic. I grab the boys. I'm in and I'm out," she bragged nonchalantly.

Danny rolled his eyes and put a hand on the girls shoulder, gaining her attention.

"Rach... this is serious. It's the most secured facility this side of the state. If you don't take every precaution then you'll get caught. You need a plan." She rolled her eyes, secretly touched that he cared. She let a playful smirk grace her lips as she stood in front of him. She patted his cheek, then walked backward with her arms outstretched.

"Your lack of faith hurts me, babe." She then shot them both a wink, and turned around swaying her hips as she walked away. "I have a plan," she yelled back at the two men over her shoulder.

She didn't have a plan. She didn't need one. Jade and her are the top two female agents for crying out loud. How hard would it be to break four men out of prison.