Mr Styles 007

Chapter 1

I DECIDED TO REPOST THIS STORY

BECAUSE, ONLY THE LORD KNOWS

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"Meeting. 12:00pm."

Harry sighed as he reread the massage on his phone. He released a mental sigh. This is going to end up those long talks with his boss about keeping his assignments clean and quick and not involving any public damages or getting any civilians involved. Harry had done it countless times before.

Harry massaged his upper left shoulder. The healing patch still stuck on his upper shoulder.  His body still ached from his last mission in Russia. Not less than a week ago, his team was assigned to retrieve an English fugitive that hacked the M16 system file. They successfully retrieved the hacker. It was easy and quick. However but when they tried to put the man in the truck, the man started to panic and grabbed a gun from one of an agent's hands and started shooting aimlessly in the street.

Harry tried to disarm the man. But he got too close and was shot in the abdomen. Harry wasn't wearing any protection, just a regular suit and jacket. Luckily, the bullet missed any important organs and Harry was back in running when they patched him up.

The agent ghosted his hand over the left side of his abdomen. The cold air pressed against his unhealed wound, the pain was still stinging against his skin but he has already gotten used to it somehow. Hell, he's had more bruises and cuts on his body than he could count.

What is another bloody shot in the abdomen.

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Harry sat expressionless on the plush leather chair. Liam's glaring brown eyes on him watching his every movement. Harry tried not to be intimidated by the man in front of him or show any sign of weakness. He'd been in this room more than enough times to know what was going to happen. The curly haired agent always hated being in this room. It felt like being called to the principal's office.

The muscular build man threw a large file on table that landed directly in front of Harry.  

"Read Harry!"  

Harry eyed his colleague, raising a single eyebrow. That was overly dramatic, even for Liam.

The agent flipped through the thick file, a mountain load of people's profiles and pictures, he couldn't bother reading. "What is this Liam?".

Liam released a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, "This my dear, is the report from your previous mission."

"Harry, you can't keep being restless! Do you know how many people we need to sign in to get their mouth shut? The paperwork, the PR nightmare, the calls we have to make. Do you have any bloody idea how loyal these Russians are to their leader?"

Harry winced, he always hated getting yelled at.