Protecting the Mason Boys

Chapter 12

Logan's POV

I should've seen it coming. All the signs were pointing to a shooter coming after them. I should've been more ready. But now was not the time to have a pity party. I talked to other agents and cops, making sure they were in their way, and getting the Masons contacted safely. I did that while watching Derek go through some shock and while getting my gadgets ready. i could see when he understood that Ethan was in danger and ran for the door, so I tackled him to keep him from doing something that could hurt him. He looked at me in shock as I explained quickly.

It hurt that he thought I was joking about everything, but as I explained, he listened and responded better than I expected.

"Ok, so here's the plan, Derek." I started. "Put these one while I'm talking to you. And listen." I handed him some protective gear. "First off, do you know how to shoot?" I handed him a small pistol that shot tranquilizers. "This is in case of emergency, if there is no other solutions to a problem. And I'll want that back." He smiled a little at my attempted joke and nodded. "Ok, so you aim this like a gun, and pull the trigger there to shoot it. Aim for the neck." I explained everything, about how he was to follow me and listen to me and to make no rash moves, especially if we neared his brother or the shooter. I explained that I might have to leave him to go after the shooter in certain scenarios, and things like that.

I pushed he button on my watch to talk on the walkie. "Update on current shooter status?" I asked.

Anthony answered. "Still in science wing somewhere. Me and James are with Ethan. Minor gunshot wound in shoulder. We need help though. Trey went after him. We need assistance for goodness' sake!" He exclaimed and I bit back a smile for his lack of patience.

"Coming your way with Derek."

Derek gave me another shocked look. "He's shot! Ethan's hurt?" He was scared and I felt bad. I wrapped him in a hug before he did anything stupid. I didn't know if I could actually physically keep him back if he went out of control. I put my hands on Derek's face. "Start praying and stop worrying. You're going to be ok, it's a minor wound, he'll be ok. It's not going to help if you freak out. Right now my priority is to get you to safety so I can ultimately find the shooter. You have to cooperate otherwise you could get killed. Or even Ethan or one of us. You have to listen!" While I was talking I grabbed my bag and actual pistol and grabbed his hand to pull him.

We walked quietly and carefully until we got to the science room. I told Anthony I was outside the door and he unlocked it, letting us in. James was keeping pressure on the wound. And I got an idea. "Derek. Listen to me." He pulled his gaze from his injured and barely conscious brother to me. "You know first aid. Ethan will stay calm if you're looking him. It will occupy you to stay calm. Take a breath and help Anthony. Anthony, you keep him safe. Both of them. If you let anything happen to either of them I will personally throttle you." I commanded as quickly I could get the words out. Derek let out a short laugh, still scared and I grabbed his hand. "Pray. Help Ethan."

And I grabbed James and we ran out l locking the door behind us. The shooter was running through the hallway and ran into a room a couple rooms away from us after he saw us. Me and James took our time getting to the room and we walked in slowly with our guns ready. He somehow kicked the gun out of my hand and grabbed the one from James's hands before we could do anything. "Hold it right there." I heard sirens and pushed my watch button so Anthony could hear without the shooter knowing what was I was doing. He held his gun to us. "Go to that corner and sit. If you make any moves I will shoot."

I held my hands up and hoped Anthony was paying attention and could understand. "What are two students like you doing with guns in school?" He asked suspiciously.

"We're agents, protecting the Mason boys." I answered quickly. I didn't know why I told him that. And I especially don't know why I told him our names. "And our names are James and Logan Skyler."

I said it rapidly and James nudged me, "why'd you tell him that?" He hissed in a part whisper.

I looked at him, confused with myself, "I don't know! It came out without me even thinking of it. I don't know what's going on." I exclaimed in a whisper.

"Skyler, huh?" As in Troy and Renee Skyler?" The shooter asked as he smirked at us with an evil smile.

"They're our parents" James said in almost a whisper.

The shooter laughed. "They were... unfortunately for you, I killed them a few years back. That was one of the hardest jobs I've had."

James and I both dropped out jaws and tightened our fists, wanting to fight. We both wanted to hurt this guy, it just became personal.

This guy was not going to win the fight. It had gone too far. I hoped Anthony was sending help, because the guy might need looked at by the EMTs after we got done with him.

I nudged James. "A cheeseburger sounds really good right now." I said just loud enough for the shooter to hear. It was our secret code for a self defense thing our parents taught us. It could be a two person defense or a one person, in this case, both of us were together and this guy had no chance.

"Oh, we have a comedian during tragedy." The shooter said sarcastically. "Lovely. Just more of a reason to kill you sooner." He walked toward us to look out the window behind us. James jumped up and grabbed the guys arms. We did our routine, mainly for the fun of it, because we were already in control. I grabbed the gun to move it away and James put him in a technically illegal wrestling move, a full Nelson. The guy couldn't move, especially after I pinned his legs down. I grabbed some rope from my bag and tied him very securely around the legs. Then I tied his arms behind his back at just the right position to make it hurt a little. It hurt worse if he tried to move. I pushed the button on my watch. The shooter is contained and tied up right now. I'd appreciate some help in room 227, on the east wing." I said into the watch which was supposed to work on the cops' radios too. In less than a minute, a couple officers were in the room to help. James stood up, letting them take care of the shooter.

He and I walked to the science room where Anthony, Derek, and Ethan were. I peeked in to see EMTs working on Ethan. He had lost a lot of blood, but from what I had heard, he'd probably be ok. I walked in slowly and Anthony looked at us and wrapped me in a short hug. "You guys ok?" He asked, lookin us both over. "You've got a cut on your face, Logan." He pointed out.

I thought it was from when the guy knocked the gun from my hand. Something had hit my face. "I'll take care of it. Where's Trey?"

Anthony laughed. "The shooter looked him in a closet in the art room. He was mad that he wasn't out here to help, and the at he fact that he got beat by the shooter." We all laughed thinking about that, but also realizing how seriously bad that could've been.

"Did Miguel keep the kids under control from out there?" James asked.

Anthony shrugged, "I think so. He was still working so hard not to blow his cover, but I think it had to get trashed. It was funny hearing his hysteric complaints on the radio."

Derek walked up, since he couldn't be too close to his brother now, and he motioned me over.

I came over to him. "You're ok, right?" I asked and looked him over.

He nodded solemnly. "You risked your life for me and my family. I'm really thankful. I'm shocked though, I'm still trying to understand everything. I don't know if I ever will."

I shrugged, "It got personal. A guy I liked and his family were in danger and the guy trying to hurt them killed my parents when I was 8, so I kind of had a couple reasons to finish business." I explained.

He nodded with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry about your parents. I'm willing to share mine though." We both laughed. He pulled me into his arms, giving me a hug. I grinned, burying my head into his arms, and after a while, he pulled me away just enough to kiss me on the forehead. "Let's go wash that cut. I know first aid." He laughed and I did too.