THE OTHERS (The Band Perry, Carrie Underwood and other country stars)

Silent Spies

*J-Law POV*

"Why didn't we have these in the beginning?" I heard Hunter Hayes ask. "I don't think he had them ready. We gotta take the stairs, that I didn't know existed." Neil said. "So.. you've been here for how long and didn't know there were stairs..?" I said slowly. "Just keep walking." Neil said back. I just shrugged.

I rounded the turn and switched into Katy Perry. It was really weird, the suit on the inside felt like cloth and when it changed, I could only notice the obvious things, like her black hair. "So, where are these guys?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly. "We'll find out soon enough." Neil said grimly. "Well, thanks for that ray of hope, sunshine." I snapped back. We didn't talk for a while as we rounded blank and white hallways. We stopped at a door. "I believe this leads to the stairs and up to where we want to go. At least that's what the map is telling me." Neil said. "So... you have a high-tech suit and still aren't sure where to go? Very nice." I sassed.

"Just keep walking. Jennifer, you get to go first after that." Neil said to me. I just shrugged. "I was supposed to anyway." I opened the door and was shocked at what I saw. There were a group of country singers standing in the hallway, guarded by men in huge metal suits. I stepped forward, there was a short hallway, and then I heard voices echoing. "On Katy's orders, we are to stay here before leading them to execution." One of them said to another. They had dark black suits mixed with purple and seemed to be armor with motorcycle helmets. What was this, a biker galley? I recognized Blake Shelton, Miranda Lambert, Reid Perry, and a few others. Reid didn't look like he was doing too well. He was wrapped up in certain spots, his eyes closed.

"I will take them from you now." I said. The men in suits turned around. "Yes, Commander. You know where to take them, into one of the blank rooms. Take this. It should be behind where..""I know where it is." I snapped. They handed me a huge, electrified knife and a space-looking gun. All the other guards were holding theirs upright. One in the back kept prodding a girl. The country stars were watching me with looks of fear. One of them was wrapped in electric bindings, the rest in chains. "Yes, m'am. Whenever you're ready. Is our transport needed?" They asked me. "Yes. Follow me. Keep your eyes peeled. No one knows what is in this organization. We need to kill everyone at all costs." "You little..""I'm a little what?" I snapped at who I realized was Miranda Lambert. "Why are you doing this?" She snarled at me. One of the guards kicked her. "There's no need for that. I'll take care of her myself." I laughed. I walked over to her and grabbed her by the shirt. "You wanna be the first to die, do you?" I snarled. "NO! DON'T!" I heard a muscled redneck yell.

I dropped her and she fell, hands handcuffed. I internally grimaced. "Alright. Follow me." I said. I turned the small hallway and heard them following me. I opened the door to the stairwell and they followed me through it, practically dragging everyone. I recognized Kimberly Perry, also. "Leave her with me." I snarled, pointing her out. She looked terrified. I felt so bad, but I thought of it as one of my movies.

I grabbed the handcuffs and she followed me. I pretended to stumble. When the men in suits turned around, "Hey! Face forward! At attention!" I snarled at them. They quickly turned around. "So, Kimberly. How are your brothers?" I laughed. "Well, you shot one of them, so you should know!" She screamed at me. "Very cute. Both of them?" I laughed, pointing with my head. Her eyes widened. "He's fine." I whispered, she could barely hear me. "Keep going and don't look back. That's an order!" I yelled, turning back to "my" troops. "You're really annoying for a pop diva." I heard someone say. It was a girl that I hadn't really seen before. "Well, you're annoying for a prisoner. I can and will have you go first." I snarled at her. She was covered in blood and had what looked like stitches around her throat. "Pick up the girl, and stop treating her as your punching bag, she's mine!" I snarled at one of the troops. They were dragging a brown haired girl, she was bleeding badly.