The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 17 Who the Hell is Castillo?

Bang.

That was all I heard before I felt myself losing my grip on the car and falling towards the ground.

I felt an excruciating pain surge through my back and I let out a small scream of agony.

Drayton tried to grab my arm before I got the ground, but he couldn't reach me on time, and the next thing i know; I'm laying on the dusty ground and I vaguely heard Drayton yelling at Tyler to stop the car.

"Go!!" I yelled as loud as I could when I saw some Division agents running towards me and shooting at the rest of them.

After a few seconds the car continued speeding down towards the road that led to the city.

I turned on my back and breathed in shallow breaths.

This is not how I die.

I've been through far worse. I can handle this!

"You're not gonna die." I repeated to myself. After a few more seconds that felt like hours to me I saw Kendrid's smirking face above me looking right down at me.

"What don't have anything to say?" He cuckled at me.

I already felt like passing out but that sent anger flowing through my veins.

He knew me well enough to know what would provoke me. And he knew that I always have to have the last word. Unfortunately so did he.

"Blow me." I spat at him.

He chuckled and the last thing I saw before I passed out was two of the agents bending down towards me and grabbing both of my arms and started to drag me towards the small door we earlier exited.

Drayton's POV.

Bang.

I saw as her body started to fall to the ground. I quickly tried to grab her arm, but it was too late and her body hit the hard ground.

"Tyler, stop the car!!" I yelled.

He slowed down a but, but not enough for someone to be able to jump out safely.

I heard gunshots being fired which only added to my anger and adrenaline.

"No we have to go. She would do the same thing." Christian told me, but I wasn't having it.

"I don't care! Stop. The. Damn. Car! Now!!" I yelled again. When he didn't do anything I went for the door, but I felt Brett grabbing both of my arms behind my back.

"Sorry man. I really want to go back for her too, but look..." He said point out of the open car door towards the direction K had fallen at.

There were seven people gathered around her laying form.

There was one in particular I made out of the group.

It was the same guy that another Division agent had called Kendrid and the same guy that K seemed to know somehow.

Before I could react in any way, Lola or whatever her name really is, shut the car door and Christian had floored the gas pedal over Tyler's foot.

I watched through the tinned widow as the agents dragged her inside the facility and as the building got smaller and smaller as we drove away.

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I grew more and more frustrated as the others were arguing over everything that had happened and the possible outcomes of the situations.