Cold Blooded (Sequel to Classic or Rebel)

Chapter 17

(Matt's POV)

I woke up to the sound of alarms blaring inside our house. I quickly got up and grabbed the things I needed to bring along then pressed the button as I rushed out, my room descending and being exchanged with a model bedroom.

"AGENT NUTZLOS!!" I yelled, banging on Jacob's door. No response. I fumbled to find the key to his room then unlocked it and found that the model was there. I figured the same result was for everyone else's room so I slid down the stair rails and hurried to our secret basement. I laid my things down and looked around.

"Agent Hargreaves," I turned around to find Nathan with everyone else except Tom.

"Where's Thomas?!" I said, looking up.

"We kept your little friend here, he will be having the spare room next to yours."

I sighed in relief then remembered the alarms.

"What's the deal with the alarms?!"

"Oh, that," Jacob said, scratching the back of his head, "I have no idea. I tried to disable them with my little hack but it seemed to be a real alarm."

"That blasted thing only goes off if someone's trying to break in or if someone's trying to hack into it," explained Daniel.

"But why the hell does that thing have to be so loud?!" I yelled, "I feel like I've lost ninety-nine percent of my brain cells to that damn sound!"

Before anyone could say anything, there was the sound of bullets flying above us. Nathan checked the hidden cameras upstairs and saw that we were being attacked by a group of individuals. It was hard to see their faces since they never faced the cameras and they wore masks. I glared over at Tom who was laying in fetal position, silent. Pathetic..

"Agent Hargreaves," Nathan said, startling me, "what do you plan on doing?"

"The bloody hell you mean?!" I yelled, "we're obviously outnumbered so fighting isn't gonna be an option."

Suddenly, I heard whistling and a familiar tune.

"Harpoons, harpoons," *whistling* "Harpoons, harpoons."

I quickly turned and found Tom holding a bunch of his old harpoons. I forgot we still had those. Tom spins a harpoon and tries to show off.

"Gentlemen, I believe we can fight 'em off."

All three of us agents stared in confusion until Nathan broke the silence.

"Very well, time is of the essence here so we must go. Everyone grab your guns, bring as much ammunition as possible."

We obeyed as we packed every pocket with every bullet we could fit in then went out of the hideout to the driveway. Daniel brought a sniper rifle that he named "Stella" and positioned it by the window.

"Go for as many as you can," Nathan said, loading both of his pistols. Daniel was one of the best and fastest snipers in our team, and we just happened to be lucky to have him with us.

"Ready.." he whispered.

"Aim.."

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

The men quickly scattered and ran around like little ants as Daniel continued shooting until there was no one left alive. We quickly got up and slowly opened the door, walking in.

"Apparently all we needed was our sharp shooter, Daniel!" Jacob bragged, seeing Tom grip his harpoon in dismay.

Our house was a blood pool, but luckily Nathan called some friends to help clean up the blood, and some other friends to bring the bodies for I.D. We pulled out our blue gloves and took off the masks. Each man had the same four-leafed clover tattoo on their face. What kind of joke is this?

Jacob took photos of the tattoos and sent them to the Chief in the U.S. then continued looking around. There weren't a lot of things to gather from this "crime scene," except for the tattoos and masks.

"Uh, guys..?" Tom said, standing to a buffer guy, "you might wanna look at his pockets."

Nathan reached into the pockets and pulled out six flash drives. Jacob grabbed them and inserted the blue flash drive labeled "01." The video was loading, then some Norwegian words came up.

Dette er en veldig viktig kunngjøring.

Tom started tensing up then yelled, "It's Tord! He took (Y/N)!"

"Can someone shut this dude up?!" Daniel said, pausing the video, "I'm trying to watch a goddamn movie!"

Tom finally silenced, as Daniel continued playing the video.

Though, he was kind of right, (Y/N) was in the video, but in a really bad condition.

Du forstår ikke.

Clips to another video of (Y/N) being beaten and thrown around. Her bruises were clearly abrasive and resulted in being tied up or bound. I glanced over at Tom who was holding back tears then I realized that I'm watching this with a straight face.

Every other flash drive contained the same content until we got to the sixth flash drive.

Hvis du virkelig vil ha henne tilbake,

kom og få henne.

-B.B.L

The video ended as Tom was already broken and in tears. Silence fell upon us as only the sound of sniffling could be heard.

"Well," I said, adjusting my tie. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it because I was speechless. I didn't know what to do or say. Tom raised his head, and looked at me in disgust.

"That's all you had to say about all this?! 'Well'?!" He quickly got up and was about to punch me in the face until Daniel pulled out his stun gun and used it on Tom.

"No one disrespects an agent," he mumbled, "we have the right to file a complaint against you and you can spend the rest of your wasted life in jail. At least it's something useful."

Tom fell to the ground as I stared in shock. Everything was starting to blur as I collapsed to the ground.
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(Play video)

"Matthew, Matthew. Wake up!!"

I opened my eyes and saw him again. The white figure. There was always something about him that made me feel calm. I sat up and held him close.

"I just don't know what to do E- I mean...what is your name anyways?"

He pulled away and smiled, "Oh, well I'm sure you already know who I am."

"Have we met..?" I asked him.

"At one point in time, yes."

"And when would that be..?"

"I've already answered your question."

"What?"

"At one point in time, we have met."

"And when was that- actually forget about it.."

"Matthew.."

He lifted my chin up and kissed my forehead.

"I can read your mind, and I know you know my name."

His smile was so familiar, but it just couldn't be "him..."

It just couldn't be.

"Well?"

I wanted to speak but the words wouldn't come out. But before I could say whatever quickly came to mind, the figure already disappeared, leaving behind a green feather, like the one green feather that stood out of all the white feathers he had on his "wings" that float behind him.

I picked it up and examined it, turning it around. And there it was, a golden E was attached on the back, felt like it was either sewn on it or something like that..

It really can't be...

Edd..?