The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 31 Trust Has To Be Earned

Drayton's POV.

As I watched her eyes drift closed and her body slowly falling to the ground, unconscious, I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

All I wanted to do was to run over to her and for her to wake up and come with us, but Nathan had already dragged me in to the elevator and I only stop looking at her when the elevator doors close and all I can see is my reflection on the metallic doors.

No one spoke a word and in a few seconds the doors opened to reveal a busy looking lobby of a big building.

As we walked out of the building, people gave us weird looks due to all of out wrecked conditions, but they made no move to stop us from exiting the building, so I assumed that this place was not completely under the control of The Division.

We called a cab and just then half a dozen agents came rushing out of the building.

We quickly piled in the yellow car. "Drive as fast as this car goes to this address." Christian then proceeded to give the driver a piece of paper which held the address of K's house.

The young driver looked at the address and then back at Christian. "Èn el tudom magukat vinni de én nem beszélek angolul. Magyar? Deutch?" (I don't speak English. Hungarian? German?) He said in a foreign language which I assume was Hungarian, which I obviously don't understand.

"Olyan gyorsan menjen amlyen gyorsan csak tud ehez a címhez kérjük szépen." (Go as fast as you can to this address, please.) Haze said to the driver and pointed to the address messily scribbled on the piece of paper that the driver was holding. "Gyorsan!" (Quickly!) He added as he saw the Division agents almost reaching our cab already.

The driver didn't have to be told twice. He stepped on the gas and sped away just before one of the agents was about to open the door right next to me.

"Féltenem kéne a bisztonságomat?" The driver asked Haze who was sat in the passenger seat.

"Nem. Nem miattung legalábbis. De azoktol akik utánunk jönnek, azoktol igen." He answered.

They kept on a private conversation between each other since no one else in the car knows Hungarian except for the two sitting in the front.

When the car halted to a stop in front of the green painted iron gates of the house I've come to know all too well, we stepped out of the car.

I helped Haze stand up seeing as my injuries were much less severe then his.

His whole face was bruised and definitely had broken ribs as well as possibly a slightly fractured leg.

But I'm no doctor so I can't make any assumptions.

The second we stepped through the wooden door Brooke and Eszter came rushing to our sides.

"Good Lord. What happened?" Eszter asked as she inspected her grandson.

"We got taken by The Division." I answered just as Brett, Tyler and Mackenzie came in the room, as well as the rest of the guys from the cab.

"Hey Dray, why do you look like shit and why does Haze look like vomit and where are-" Brett started but stopped as his eyes laid on Nathan and Christian.

None of them said a word. They just drew their guns and pointed them at the two at the same time.

This caused Nathan to draw his weapon as well, but Christian left his gun tucked inside his jeans.

Smart move.

"What the actual hell are they doing here?" Tyler hissed at them.

"Relax guys. They helped us escape from The Division." Blake said weakly from his position on the couch next to Haze where Eszter was tending his wounds.