GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter three ➵ Mission accomplished!

Zayn was in the Striptease Club, waiting for James, who was late. Red lights were lighting the room. In the back was the platform with the dancers, and the consumers were sat on the couch, throwing cash, smoking, and drinking.

Zayn --just like everyone--- enjoyed sex, but he wasn't like any of these men. Most of them were perverts that couldn't stop themselves when the girl said no. Some were rapists, some were not, but none of the guys in this Strip Tease Club were good guys. The Pakistani looked at the time on his watch, almost midnight.

'Hey! Can I have a vodka?' He called the waitress.

'I'm sorry, I'm d...' a feminine voice replied, turning her back to see who was asking for her.

'Oh my god...' She sighed exhaustedly. 'I'm done working!'

'What the hell are you doing here?' Zee claimed.

'Whatcha think I'm doing?' The blondie reported.

'Give me a fucking drink!' He screamed.

'What if I don't, you're gonna shoot me?' She laughed

'Maybe! Come on. I'm just asking a fucking drink that's not that hard!'

'I told you, I'm done working. Ask someone else.' The mysterious girl growled.

'I don't see anyone else...' he whispered sensually.

The unknown blondie rolled her ocean eyes, tired of the guy. He got closer to her and repeated:

'Please...'

'Look, there's my colleague here.' She stopped him. 'Anna, give that man a vodka.'

The black-eyed waitress took the vodka while the other was leaving Zayn with thousand of questions in his mind: Why was she ignoring him? And why was he asking himself those questions when he didn't even know her name.

'Yo! Zayn, are you even listening to me?' James brutally asked.

''Course I am.'

'So you're gonna shoot him in the head.'

'What?' Zee replied, surprised.

'You were not listening to me.'

'I'm sorry, bro... it's just. well, go ahead, man.' Zayn declared.

'There will be this agent from the other side. He has a bomb on his briefcase. A very evolved and high technology. I'm going to guide you through the room, you'll switch his briefcase with yours, and then you'll defuse the bomb.' James said.

'That's all?'

'Nothing complicated!' The Métis man laughed.

'Then let's go!'

'Bet ya wanna drive, don't you?'

'I might let you drive when you stop being late.' The golden-eyed objected, smartly

'Well, if you say so.' James joked, raising his hands.

'Gimme the keys!' He demanded, pointing his empty hand to his partner.

Zayn drove to the Deluxe Club and hand up the keys to the valet that parked the car while the two agents were entering the Club.

'Take this earpiece. I'll guide you.' James reminded

He took the earpiece and care into the nightclub room while his mate walked the stairs to the security room.

'Look for the man wearing the black bonnet hat.' James whispered through the earpiece system.

'Got him!' Zayn declared when he saw the man stand up from his chair.

'Great.'

The Pakistani had to find a way to switch the briefcases. He was still trying to find a great idea while the man was getting closer to the VIP lounge. Finally, Zayn turned his head. And when he saw her, that was obvious.

'I'm taking this.' He announced as he took the drink of a teenager who was probably illegally there. Zayn resumed his way, and the girl realized.

'Hey, what are you doing?' She shouted.

'Let the big ones work, kiddo.' he answered loudly.

Zayn crossed the sexy waitress dancing -his source of inspiration for this coup- he passed in from of her, and both of their eyes met each other, but that eye contact didn't stop them from focusing on what they were doing.

He walked faster and spilled the drink he stole 2 minutes ago on the enemy agent's shirt. Surprised, the enemy let his briefcase down on the floor.

'Oh god! I'm so sorry...' Zayn falsely apologized.

'Seriously? You don't know what you have just done. I'm gon...' He threatened.

'I'm so sorry. I'm gonna help you.'

He put his briefcase down in front of the good one.

'Don't. You've done enough.' The man sighed

'Alright.' He agreed, discreetly exchanging their briefcases.

'Got it.' Zayn told James.

'Good job, bud. I'll join you in the soundproofed room.'

The golden-eyed man went up the stairs and opened the room with his fingerprint. After came into the protected enclosure, James closed the door, and they opened the briefcase. It was breathtaking. This bomb was powerful but so small.

The details were precise. It was only programmed to power 1, and it could have destroyed the entire building.

'Imagine what this weapon could do in power 10, destroy the whole state?' Zayn whispered, impressed.

'That's awesome... I've never seen anything like that...' James added.

'Give me the tools.'

As he asked, James put the toolbox in front of Zayn. He took a tiny screwdriver and unscrewed a thin metal plate. It was the part that protected the bomb's programming system. He had to be thorough. He put down the scale and ordered a cutter and a pair of pliers. The Pakistani felt a drop of sweat on his forehead as time was flying. He dismissed the wires that protected the electronic microchip. With the cutter, he disassembled the chip from the bomb's system, the countdown immediately stopped.

James jumped in Zayn's arms, both of them relieved.

'You gotta teach me this!' James laughed.

'Sure I will!'

'And...That's a 4 million dollars mission done!' The satiny-skinned man announced, high-fiving his partner.

'Let's celebrate this!'

They closed the briefcase and put it in a strongbox, locked by Zayn's eyepiece impression.

The two friends got out of the Club Delux, drove to a nightclub, and got there all night long.