Agent 1 (Book 3)

40. Whatever happens next is on you

You all seem to be complaining about my cliffhangers. Really, the last two chapters didn't even really end with cliffhangers. Those were just endings

This chapter however . . . Well, you'll all be complaining again.

Enjoy.

Thirteen's POV

His back's against the wall, his hand holding my dagger is pinned in place my by my free hand, and the gold dagger is pressed into his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Go ahead," He taunts, his eyes blazing into mine. "Do it."

I press the dagger harder into his neck and he lets out a hiss of pain, but the determination in his eyes never fades. The determination that I won't kill him.

My hand is holding the dagger steady, my stance and grip preventing him from moving without slitting his own throat, so I chance a look around.

Jason's still on the ground, but he's moved so that he's sitting up with his back against the wall. Devin's holding his side and a line of blood soaking through the front of his shirt from the gash across his chest. Sam's still in the same place I left him, eyes closed, and Zack stands in front of him.

It's Zack who catches my attention, and not because of his wounds or the way he's holding onto his arm, but because he's the only one looking away.

His jaw is clenched, his breathing is shaky, his entire body tense, and he's avoiding looking over at me and Garrett.

I turn my attention back to Garrett and my mind's made up. I remove the knife from his throat and take a step back.

He smiles smugly and opens his mouth to say something but I don't give him the chance before I'm swinging the handle of the dagger into the side of his head. Not hard enough to kill him, but hard enough to knock him out.

He falls to the floor and doesn't move. I stand over him, breathing heavily and covered in blood. I grimace at the wound in my leg and wipe my bloody hands on my pants.

"Toss me a pair of cuffs," I say and Zack tosses me a pair he had in his pockets. I grab Garrett's wrists and twist them behind his back, cuffing them tightly. I search him and remove the rest of his weapons, tossing them away.

"How bad are you hurt Devin?" I ask.

"Not bad enough that I can't function," He replies. "What do you need me to do?"

"You and Chase are going to take Garrett as soon as I get that door open," I tell him. "Zack, you're helping Jason out of here. The other team and I will be taking Sam just as soon as I get that door open."

"How are you going to get the door open?" Devin asks.

"I don't have time to try and override the computers to lift the lockdown. So you're all moving into the hallway and I'm blowing the damn door down," I reply. I motion for Zack to give me the black duffle bag he's still carrying around.

"That's not the smartest idea," Jason says.

I shake my head. "I know. But we're out of time."

I barely get the words out before there's a deafening sound of something large and metal being thrown into concrete. A series of clangs and loud bangs sound off as the huge metal door crashes to the floor.

Lily walks across the door and into the room. The worry in her face turns to surprise when she takes us all in. "Well, you all have clearly been having more fun than I have," She says.