Operation Hawkeye (A One Direction Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter 4: Defeated

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"Wow, you've got a wicked grip!" Zayn said as I pinned him down on the mat. The third time in the last hour.

"Thanks," I said and helped him stand up. I had beaten all of the boys, except for Liam, in training today and I was proud of myself. I didn't want to fight Liam anyways; he was still hurting pretty badly and I didn't want to take advantage of him like that.

"Let me have a go," a voice behind me said.

I turned around and said, "I refuse. You are injured, and I refuse."

"Are you a bit scared?" Liam said and smirked at me.

"No. It's.. Erm.. Ugh, okay fine."

I kept a firm and steady stance and waited until the bell rang. It did, and I didn't realize this was going to be harder than I thought would be.

Liam was fast; amazingly fast. Every one of my attempts to successfully hit him failed. I tried to remember what my dad or any one of my other trainers told me.

"Do not focus entirely on the person's jabs and swings. Try focusing on the movement of their feet, and when you find the perfect moment, catch them by surprise and they should land directly on their back."

I remembered what my father had told me, and I caught quick glances of Liam's footwork. He shuffled his feet to the right, and he was suddenly quite vulnerable to my attack. He swung his right arm, aiming for my face. I ducked right on time, spun 180 degrees, and kicked him hard on the lower leg. He fell to ground, and before he could get up again, I laid my right foot on his chest.

The boys stood and looked at me in awe. Honestly, I couldn't believe it myself. I defeated the MI4's most valuable fighter. By the look on Liam's face, he was more shocked than everyone in the room put together.

"What just-" Liam started to say.

"I don't even know," I said before he even finished his sentence. I took my foot off his chest and he stood up with his eyebrows scrunched.

"That was really impressive; I'm glad my uncle took you in on our task force," Louis said. I blushed.

"You alright, Liam?" Niall asked him with concern.

"Yes, Niall. I'm fine. I'm going to go get something to eat." Liam replied back with complete annoyance and left the room.

"Wait Liam we're- oh forget it. We'll catch up to him later. Are you hungry?" Harry asked me.

"Um, yes. I haven't eaten anything since this morning," I said, and they led me to the cafeteria.

"You wouldn't by any chance have Arizona here, would you?" I asked awkwardly.

"Well, since we heard of your arrival, your father decided to send us a list of all the foods, drinks, and other things that you fancy. So, there is a great chance they might have it here for you. Just ask Sally," Harry said to me.

"Who's Sally?" I asked.

"That would be me," said an aged woman said to me. She smiled at me with her kind eyes and then asked me, "I'm guessing you want the grilled hamburger, no cheese only lettuce and onions? And your drink would either be Arizona or raspberry lemonade?"