The Deadly Nightshade | { BOOK 1 of The Flower series }

[56] Bionic Battle

⏳ 2016, Manchester

Jade slowly removed her hand from North's as she looked at her with a sad look in her amber eyes. "N-North. . ."

North didn't care that Jade was becoming sympathetic towards her because of what she saw in HYDRA. What she was more focused on was the first memory that she saw Jade play for her. The party in Paris. North shifted her eyes on Darik, a small smile forming onto her lips for the very first time in a long time. She looked back at Jade, still holding the smile. "You are the one who taught me English," North spoke, her voice sounding strained, but you could tell that her French accent was still present.

Darik raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She's smiling and speaking for the first time since her first mission." He turned to Jade. "What did you show her?"

Jade shook her head, cracking a smile. "It's what she allowed me to see." Her facial expression became serious when she flickered her eyes back on North. "The fact that you could break away from your alias during a mission is the reason why you're the strongest bionic soldier. You're a lot more powerful than what you have been doing lately. Something is holding you back, and right now, I'm telling you that it's time to break away from the chains."

North stared up at Jade, nodding as she stood up off of the ground. "Okay."

"So, the first order of business is finding a way out of this cell," Darik explained, supporting his upper body by having his elbows perched on his knees as he sat on the cot.

Kayrel pulled out her dagger from its sheath, which was hidden inside her black leather jacket. She tossed it in the air, letting it flip back into her hands. "One step ahead of you, kid."

Bradley looked at her with disbelief. "You're joking, right? If powerful bionics can't break the cell door, how is a dagger going to do the same?"

"Sweetie, you shouldn't underestimate a dagger and its owner," Kayrel smirked as she threw her blade through the slits of the bars of the door and hit a soldier in the chest.

Bradley looked back at her with wide eyes. "Never mind."

"Holy shit," Darik breathed out as he stood up from the cot.

Kayrel walked up to the cell door, reaching for her dagger, and pulled it out of the soldier's chest.

"Is it sharp enough to cut through these bars?" Bradley asked from beside her as his gaze lowered down to her level.

"Why don't you slide your finger across the blade and find out," Kayrel replied sarcastically.

Marcus muffled his laughter as he stared at his younger brother with a little bit of sympathy. Bradley was already getting ambushed by Kayrel's words, and Marcus still didn't know why the strawberry blonde despised the younger DelGordo brother so much.

Bradley huffed. "Is it really the time to be sarcastic?"

"Is it really the time to be questioning me?" Kayrel retorted, really annoyed. "You're acting like this is my first rodeo. I know what I'm doing." She skillfully stuck the blade into the lock.

Bradley scoffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, right."

Darik cleared his throat, sensing the heated tension. "I'm assuming you hate each other?"