GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 23 ➸ Archives

Alyssa and Zayn had had the best night since they met: no fights, no guns, no problems. They didn't talk about relationship status. None of them knew if they were dating or if they were just friends with benefits, even though at the very least they knew that their story was, as the blonde girl said, "not all about sex." The proof was this night: they played board games, and unfortunately for him, Aly was very good at it, and she had a whole collection of games.
'So you're entire paycheck goes to the board games?'
'It mostly goes in lingerie, too..' she sighed as she grabbed the cards.
'You're provoking me, you know it, right?'
'Am I?' she laughed.
'Stop giving me these looks, or I'll fuck you on the pool table!'
'I know how hard to resist it is when you see that beauty, B. But I said no sex tonight.' she laughed, pointed her face with her finger.

After the board games, they watched a movie in the living room. Zayn laid at the bottom of the couch, and he wrapped his arms around her lower abdomen. The red sunshine light hit the man's golden eyes. He looked at Alyssa. She was sleeping like a baby on his chest. He contemplated her flawless face.
'Alyssa, wake up, B.' He whispered, touching her golden hair.
'Mmh...' she slowly opened her ocean eyes.
'Hi, you.' Zayn said.
'Hi,' Alyssa replied in a still asleep voice.

When Selena finally stopped herself from laughing, she frowned and added:
'I'm glad I didn't sleep here!' she says, enthusiastic.
'We didn't make that much noise, right?' Zayn laughed.
'Oh my god, you're such a kid!' Alyssa objected.
'Oh.' Zayn whispered as he unlocked his professional phone. 'I have to go. See you.'
He quickly kissed his blondie's lips and politely greeted Selena.

Selena's black eyes followed the Pakistani walking out of her best friend's house, and when he was finally gone, she was about to talk, but Alyssa stopped her:
'We didn't!'
'Really?' She asked, disappointed.
'No! I mean, he's not completely forgiven.'
'Yeah, I understand. It wasn't he's fault but Spoon's anyways.' The black-eyed woman sighed.
'Did you talk with him?'
'No way! If he wants to talk to me, he will, but I'm not making the first step!'
'You know he won't go first because he's scared you won't listen to him!' Alyssa added.
'Then he's right! I won't listen to the bullshit he's gon' say!'
'That can help! You two are suffering from that relationship.'
'I used to be hurt. Now I'm just disgusted.' Selena whispered in a cracking voice.

Zayn entered in his blue Lamborghini and called Victoria:
'Hey, love!' She greeted him.
'Hey... Hum, do I have a mission or something to do today?'
'Nope. We can hang out if you want?' The woman proposed.
'Thanks, V, but I think I'm better going home. I haven't been sleeping for the last five days.' Zayn lied.
'Alright! I'll call you tonight?'
'Sure, see you! He hung up the phone.
'Thank God.' He told himself. He drove out of Vegas through the deserts, and hours later, he found the archives of the Other Side in a ghost town. He parked his car a few meters away from the tiny house that looked abandoned, just like all the others...
The light wind hit his face while the red sunlight was blinding him. The Pakistani grabbed the badge he had stolen from Kristan -- the guys looking after Alyssa while the OS kidnapped her--. He used a Swiss army knife to open the damaged wooden door and get it. Zee removed a painting from the wall and passed the badge on the black detector.
Suddenly a vast glass tube illuminated by white lights came out of the floor and opened in front of him. He came in and went down in a cold secret underworld full of boxes and files. Billion dollars of information was standing in front of him. Zayn's curiosity was piqued. He wanted to find his father's file, but he wasn't there for that. He was here to find something that could shut the other side down. He noticed a metallic door locked by a password, and he felt like was he needed was behind that door.
The golden-eyed man grabbed the most potent USB hacker key. This one was able to find the password of NASA. With his Swiss army knife, he lifted the case and put the USB into the code keypad with a cable.

Two minutes afterward, Zayn was in the room behind the metallic door. He looked around and only saw a desk with a computer above. 'Is it that simple.'
He unlocked it thanks to his dear USB hacker key and got it. It was Douglas' computed. Zayn explored the files and hours letter. He found something interesting. The MILCLRD signified 'Milan Colorado.'
He opened it, and a page spread. It was an email.
'Wait, who still uses emails?' the young man laughed in his head, but he couldn't even imagine what he was going to discover.