To Live Forever

Chapter 6

Noah sat in the passenger seat of the sleek, black car. The lower part of his face was covered by a black face mask and he had on blue eye contacts. He pulled his black beanie lower and looked at Hayden.

"Do you remember the plan?" He asked, adjusting his own hoodie and looking at Noah with his black eye contacts.

The plan was maybe the most easiest they had made in eight years, probably because the man whom they had to kill, Peter Javion, had no sense. The 'hideout' where him and his men were working was in an abandoned construction site, way out of the outskirts of New York, where there were very few houses surrounding it. The place was easier to break into than a sandcastle.

Noah nodded once and looked at his mobile, and Hayden looked at his. All of them had the same kind of mobiles for communication during missions.

Noah sighed, looking up at the clear, gray sky.

Max was inside the construction site, since Logan had called saying that there was a ninety nine point nine percent chance that there was a room full of kidnapped girls inside that construction site.

Max was supposed to look for the room, and after finding it, Noah and Hayden would enter through the opened back gate. Noah looked at his mobile as it vibrated.

Quaver: Girls found. Target secured.

He smirked, and Hayden lowered his hood more as he looked at the message on his own mobile.

Noah took out a shining, six inch knife and flipped it.

"Let's go."

The weather was dry yet cold, and Noah felt his nose turn red as it always did whenever he came in contact with cool air.

Slowly they entered the construction site, ducking as a man wearing a long, black coat passed them.

Hayden gripped his gun tighter and motioned towards a closed room, which was labeled as Employees Only.

Noah nodded and they went towards the door, crouching slightly.

Noah looked down and rolled his eyes as he saw Max's legendary blue pearl pin, which he used to open closed locks.

Careless, Noah thought as he picked it up and opened the door slowly, thanking God as it made no creaks.

The room was big and dark. Noah could hear some people talking about fifteen feet away from him, and he looked around.

Scan your surroundings.

Look for possible emergency exits.

Keep your weapon ready at all times.

The familiar female voice chanted in his head, and Noah walked closer to the source of the voice as it grew a little louder.

Hayden stopped him, going in front and after peeking through the half, unfinished wall, he motioned for him to go ahead.

Noah checked his mask and beanie, and after taking another knife out, he tiptoed near the opening.

He saw that there were four men, two brunettes, two blonds. All wearing black. He spotted guns at the back of all their pants, and he squinted to see the brand.

The same one which almost every other gang used.

Noah noticed that one man was talking in a hurried way, as if scared, and his eyes, which were flitting here and there, gave his fear away.

The man who looked to be incharge was short and with small, black eyes. Noah immediately recognised him as Peter Javion.

"Keep them in the room as long as I say! I don't care if they're making too much noise! Knock them out if you want to! Tape their mouths, do something! I don't want another freaky old man coming here and asking if everything is okay!"