Carmen
"Do we have it all?" I asked, feeling the pockets inside my jacket for the thousandth time, making sure I had my two handguns and ammo.
"Yes, we do," Ashton said, getting into the driver's seat. "According to the two times I checked it." Ashton also had two handguns in his jacket, paired with ammo.
"I still feel like both of us should have three guns," I said, handing him another gun. "In case we loose our jackets, or something. I don't know what will happen, we never do." He looked at me for a minute, and sighed, knowing I wouldn't budge. He took the gun from my hand and stuck it in the back of the waistband of his jeans.
I took my own spare and it's strap, and strapped it to my leg.
"Now, are we ready?" Ashton said. "Not gonna go on another weapon binge or something, or go all out?"
I laughed. "Very funny. Here are the directions," I handed him the piece of paper. "Take a quick look, and then I'll hold onto them for the trip and tell you where to go."
He looked over the map, nodded, and handed it back to me. "I hope you know that one look at this won't be enough for me to know where we're going, right?"
I nodded. "Just giving you a heads up on them. I'll help you too."
He smiled and me and started the car, and we took off. "Wow," I said.
"What?"
"Just thinking about how so recently we thought we couldn't have been farther from answers. It seems almost... almost too easy."
Ashton nodded. "It does."
It was silent for a few seconds, the only sound being the blinker when I told him to turn left. We drove, and drove, for God knows how long. Ashton kept glancing at me and then back at the road. The only speaking exchanged were directions for a while, before Ashton broke the silence.
"You know... I have a bad feeling about all of this. Why are we trusting Styles after how he's acted?"
"He may be a douche, but he's a reliable source." I sighed. "We don't have much of a choice."
I could see the muscles in Ashton's jaw clench. "I just... we need to be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."
I smiled. "I'll be fine, but... I don't want to see you hurt either. He relaxed a little and smiled at me, but I could still see his hands grasping the wheel so hard that his knuckles were white. "Turn right," I said. He did so, and my heart started to thump faster. "We're almost there," I said. "About 3 miles, a straight shot forward."
Ashton nodded, and the final minutes of the drive we've been anticipating ticked away. We closed in, and we saw the building in the distance. We parked behind a few trees about 150 feet from the place.
Each of us had a gun out, and had them pointing at the building. Ashton approached the door, neither of us never within sight of the windows; there were only a few anyways. Ashton was right in front of the door, and I looked behind us. I nodded to him, and he kicked open the door.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing within sight.
Ashton went in, and I followed, both of us swinging around to make sure no one was here. It was either too dark, or the men had ditched the place, without as much as a trace left behind in their wake.
We continued to walk through the home, and Ashton was approaching the stairs when a hand flew out, hitting him upside the head with a gun. Ashton fell over, out cold.
I cocked my gun and waited for them to appear again. I kept my gun pointed at the doorway where the hand appeared, trying to get my breathing under control. It was hard enough to not cry out to Ashton, or rush to his aid.
I couldn't. We'd both be in even more danger then.
There was no way whoever the person who did this Ashton could get out of the upper floor or stairway without me seeing them. I tried to focus as the minutes that felt like eternities passed.
Suddenly, I cried out as a pair of hands grabbed my arms, jerking them behind me so hard that I dropped my damn gun. I swore at myself and tried to kick the person behind me. But the hair on the back of my neck rose when I felt his mouth inch to my ear.
"Stop," The all-too familiar voice whispered.
I gasped and kicked back, but nothing worked. Zayn, of all people, approached from the stairway across the room, a rag and rope in his hands. He laughed maniacally and tied my mouth, and then tying my wrists and feet. The men threw me to the ground, and I felt my knee throb from the impact.
I tried to speak, to get Ashton to wake up before they did anything to him, but my voice was muffled. I couldn't do anything but hopelessly watch as they approached his limp body.
