Blade Carter

HURT

" They are coming. "

As if his voice was a command I heard a distant sound of police sirens outside the department. Who was coming? And how did he know that someone was coming?

I didn't have time to think properly because the next moment I was being pulled out of the training room. Blade in front of me holding my wrist securely between his fingers. Where was he taking me?

Everything is overwhelming and mostly the feeling that ever since I crossed his path and got caught by a pair of jade green eyes I have been questioning everything that goes around me. Around us.

" Pack a bag with the belongings in your locker. Including documents, you won't need any clothing. We'll buy when we get to our destination. " His orders sounded low and somehow gentle. My wrist was released while I gazed at the ground for seconds contemplating his words before forcing my legs to walk towards the locker room.

Confusion hit me hard but still I got a hold of a black bag and started to put my things carefully inside it.

Blade didn't tell me where to find him but neither did he tell me to stay here so curiosity got the best of me and I walked out of the room. My steps were almost inaudible as I made my way through the agents walking on the halls.

I could still make out the sound of the police sirens and suddenly I could see a large group of men breaking into the department. They wore nothing but casual clothes but what gave them out were the guns they were firmly holding.

Everyone seemed as confused as I was and if it wasn't for the sudden booming masculine voice that was heard, this would have turned into a chaos.

" Mr.Gibson. " A man that was probably on his mid-forties walked between his men. They didn't lower their guard nor their weapons and now it was clear who they were.

The man was fully dressed with a black suit and the circular crest patch that read CIA immediately caught my eyes. Was there a reason as to why they were here? perhaps it was regarding the matter of the bomb.

" William Blunt. " It was the first time I've seen Mr.Gibson adopt such a rigid posture. His eyes were almost sending daggers at the smirking man. " To what do I owe you this visit? "

" I'm afraid your professional agents are lacking something crucial. Loyalty. " Those words held such amount of poison to the point that if I was holding a gun, he would have two bullet holes on his forehead.

I remained unnoticed on the crowd and I was thankful because his next words were enough to make me almost fall on my knees. It couldn't be true.

" A video sent from a unknown resource shows to the detail that your special agent Derek Hart was the culprit that planted the bomb. " I wasn't the only one that got hit by those words. It was impossible that Derek could have been the one to place the bomb. He wasn't a traitor.

Mr.Gibson remained composed while facing the man that had courage to spat out that accusation. His pride was bigger then anything else and I was amazed by how easy it was for him to not take those words to heart.

" I recall having seen the exact video, Mr.Blunt. We'll waste no time in proving that my agent is not the culprit. "

His words were the last thing I heard before a door opened. Out of the room came out two men and in front of them stood Derek, both his hands handcuffed.

A warm hand took a hold of my arm and only then did I notice that I was taking steps towards the scene. Slowly I averted my gaze from Derek and turned my head to notice that Caleb was the one gripping my arm.