GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

ғᴏʀᴛʏ-sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ

Chapter 42 gunshot(s)

Zayn was parking in car in front of the strangely empty, abandoned agency. It was still early for the Other Side to be closed but he didn't thought about it much, he simply pushed the door and entered the cold building.
Meanwhile, Selena joyfully called Dan Spoon:
'Oh my god you won't believe!' She yelled.
'What the fuck?!' He asked, surprised by her sudden excitement.
'No, no, I have to let you know in person, I'm coming over!' She hung up the phone before he could say anything else.
The old man smiled, thinking that she eventually forgave him.

After 45 minutes of driving, Selena arrived in front of Danilo's house.
A big luxury mansion she knew very well... She grabbed her old brunch of keys and looked nostalgically at the piece of gilded metal, she opened the door and nothing had changed. Nothing, from the white tiles to the blue curtain to the bouquet of daisies on the coffee table...
'There you are!' Selena seriously said, walking towards Spoon.
'Do you still have the keys?' He smiled.
'Yeah... I guess I thought I'll be back one day. A...'
'You still wanna get back here?' His smile increased.
'Hum... I... No. I'm living with Alyssa now and I feel good at her place...' The almond-eyed woman affirmed.
'Oh...'
'Anyway. I'm not here to talk about... this. I... I have some exciting news!' She announced, sitting on the opened kitchen.
'Are you pregnant?!' He claimed, with a backward movement.
'What? No!'
'Engaged?!' Spoon angrily yelled.
'Are you fucking gon' listen to me?' Selena screamed, punching the bar.
The mexicain boss nodded, waiting for her to announce him her 'exciting news'
'We can caught Moritz, Beerth and Evans at the same time...' she started.
'How are you gonna handle this?' He asked, curious.
'We'll need a super intensive training, HQ materials, 2 jets and I have a contact in Milan who'd take care of our hotel.'
'Enerico Ribera?'
'Exactly!' Leena clapped her fingers.
'What are you playing for the training?' He quickly asked on the same tone.
'Mental, especially for Zayn. Informatics for James then physical and shooting precision for everyone.'
'Perfect!' Spoon smiled, proud of the girl. 'I wouldn't have done it otherwise!'
'I learnt for the best!' She shyly laughed.
'You look like her...' The nostalgic man pointed out.
The satiny-skinned woman smiled, looking at the picture on her left, he was right, she does look like her.

10 minutes after her boyfriend's departure, Alyssa was still waiting behind the bar of the striptease club, when she heard the sound of something falling down the ground.
The noise was from the changing room.
The blonde woman pushed the door and:
'Alyssa?!' Am high-pitched voice smiled.
'Anna? What the fuck? Since when are you here?!'
The mexicain waitress chuckled, knowing she won't fool her this time.
'I feel asleep here...'
'No, we are Tuesday and you don't work on Monday nor Tuesday. I checked the rooms when I opened the Club you weren't there. Unless you were hiding yourself under a bed!' Aly laughed, before realizing Anna was able to do that.
'Wait... you opened the club and then hid yourself under a fucking bed?! You were here since the very first beginning?!' The blue eyed agent yelled.
'No... hum... okay fine! But I just love this place so much and my roommate always farts that's disgus...' Martinez said like a kid.
'Okay, that's enough, please!'

The Pakistani wiped his black hair as he walked towards the lift, he pressed the 16th floor's button to join Victoria in her office.
As the metallic door opened, a subdued yellow light illuminated a slender female silhouette while the rest of the floor was plunged in the dark.
'Is this another of twisted setup for me to fuck her?' He asked himself.
This could have been working but Alyssa satisfies him sexually more than enough and he wouldn't risk his relationship for anything in the world.
'What took you so long?' Victoria sighed.
'Hum... there was a lotta trafic.' Zayn simply replied.
The woman moved in his direction and every time she passed under a light spot, it lit up, creating a luminous corridor that at first only lit her and then enlarged until it lit up Zayn's golden eyes.
'I have another idea...' The leather dressed woman slowly said.
Zee frowns, confused, this little game was absurd, this was be funny for 5 minutes not more.
'And what is this idea?' He repeated on the same tone she used, to make the situation even more ridiculous.
'I'm gonna give you a change to explain yourself.' Victoria declared, she fumbled around in the back pocket of her jeans and finally pulled out a burner phone...
The black haired spy gave him the locked phone, waiting for an eventual explanation.
'So what? That's a phone?' He chucked.
She rolled her eyes and violently grabbed the phone:
'Explain me...' she turned it on 'this.' She said, showing him the screen.
Zayn felt his mind blowing, his mouth opened wide.
'Holy shit.' He thought.
'I hoped you'd be innocent.' Vic sighed, taking the phone back.
He didn't answer anything, no words came out of his mouth, he stayed frozen. He could only see tears streaming out of her hazel eyes.
'Say something!' She claimed, letting a rip running down her cheek.
'I... I'd like to tell you what you wanna hear but I can't! Truth is, I love her and not you...'
Zayn knew the hardness and strength of the words he said, but he felt oddly relieved.
'And there's...'
Evans stopped him from talking with her right hand while wiping the cut on her cheek.
'You destroyed my life, Zayn! I... I... you killed my brother! I forgave you and helped you and you found a way to cheat on me? Once again? And you... you dont even feel bad about it?' She said in a broken voice.
Every humain would've felt bad for her but Zayn didn't, her family destroyed his and even thought she wasn't responsible of this whole mess, it all started when Chic pulled the trigger.
'Feeling bad? Bad for what? You're uncle has something to do with my dad's disappearance and your bother killed mine! You want apologies? I am sorry for not feeling a thing but disgust when it comes to you and your whole family.' He objected, meaning every words he pronounces.
He turned his back to get out of this shitty building but walks onto a tall muscular man.
'Get outta my way.' Z ordered.
'No, no, no, I won't!' The unknown guy sneered with a hint of sadism in his voice.
'Fine.' Zayn shrugged.
The other guy was taken unawares, he expected another answer, meaner. Zee let him have it, running towards the other sides of the building. He has been stopped by two other agents, the trapped man raised in hands to heaven in sign of innocence and walked towards them, smirking:
'Did you know that I'm good friend with Douglas Evans?'
Both of them seemed perturbed by their target's announcement, they put their gun down, careless.

In a hurry, Zayn grabbed his gun on his pocked and continued his race to escape them. He heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, he turned his head without stopping himself from running. He randomly shot behind him and hid behind a cold concrete wall. Zayn saw the two agents pass in front of him, he wounded one in the shoulder and shot on the his partner's gun who was already too busy pressing her colleague's injury so he wouldn't swell up.
Suddenly a cold metallic object landed on Zayn's temple and a hairy arm warped around his shoulders.
'Oh you're cute, it's like the first night!' he giggled as he elbowed him in the balls.
The man fell on the floor, overwhelmed by pain:
'You're not gon' make it this time, Malik!' Jason moaned.
'I don't feel the same way...' Zayn declared, confident. He grabbed Jason's gun before following his way.
Only a few feet away two women surrounded the Pakistani, one on his right one on his left, they pointed their simple gun in his direction.
'Wow all this just for me?' Zee winked at them before shotting them both at the same time.
He stepped over the body on his way and tried to join the stairs once and for all.
Before he could resume his run, the widow behind him blew out, the bullet has been fired from behind the table.
'Nice try but failed!'
He hid himself behind a couch and shot in his enemy's direction.

Zayn rolled on the floor before firing some confusing shots and got out of this room.
Thinking he was finally alone, he walked quietly through the other rooms to joint the stairs when he got punched in the stomach, his body folded:
'Ouch!' He moaned. 'Where is this from?!'
He heard an high-pitched sneer from behind the concrete post next to him.
A ginger woman looked at him suffering, proud of herself.
'Did you really believed this?' Zayn suddenly stood up and tripped her, the red haired girl fell on the floor and her head it the post.
He hated punching women but this one wouldn't hesitate to shoot him.
The golden-eyed man had no time left to run towards the stairs, the sounds of gunshots became more and more present, they were all against him, and alone he couldn't control them. Another window exploded in front of him. He took cover behind a concrete beam, he tried to shoot as much as he could, but he was starting to miss the bullets. He took five minutes off to reload his gun. Five minutes too long because the concrete wall was starting to crumble under the shots.
'Is that all you got?' He yelled. 'I expected more action!' He added falsely jaded.
He grabbed in his pocked a miniature teargas can, it looked like simple flat balls, but when Zayn threw them at his enemies, the whole room was smothered in grey smoke, it burned their eyes and they stopped firing bullets.
Before the smoke came to him he grabbed a grappling hook from the window and threw it against the building across the street.

He jumped out of one of the exploded windows and rushed to the nearby building, Zayn put his legs forward and smashed the bay window of an elderly woman's apartment.
She looked at him stunned while he stopped for a few seconds in front of the television and said:
'I love this show!'
'I'll pay for your widow!' He declared as he was running towards the door.
He put his shoulder through the wooden door and fell on the landing with the door.
'Damn it!' he growled.
He shot the door of the apartment across the street which was a few floors above his car. He quickly pushed the door, holding his gun down.
The eyes of three children looked at him, scared.
'You haven't heard or seen anything okay?' Zayn said, giving them all a $500 bill.
The kids were still chocked by the Pakistani's behavior but didn't say a thing.
He walked towards their balcony, he hung the grappling hook on the balcony railing and pressed the button which unrolled the rope as quickly as possible.
The wanted man ran towards his so loved Ferrari but three agents came out of their building and were shooting at him.
'Bitch that's a sf90 stradale Ferrari!!' Thé black-haired man yelled.
He opened the door and went in in a hurry.
'Oh... my poor baby...' he sadly complained, turning on the engine.
He pressed yellow button on the control center.
'Jenna I need you to call Alyssa Jonshon 36th level right now!' He asked his virtual assistant.
He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw two big cars following him. 'And fired the biggest bomb we have to these bastards following me!'
'I fired the bombs, I am calling Alyssa Jonshon.'
'Thanks, Jenna.'
'Hello?' Alyssa's picked up the call.
'Alyssa you're gonna listen to me and don't ask any questions.' Zayn ordered.
'Oh god, what's happening?'
'I'm in deep shit, B!' He started.
'What the fuck is happening?!' She claimed.
'My cover blew up, it's a 911! Call Spoon and tell him to send at least 30th level agent at the Other Side's building, tell Selena to keep you safe. I'll be in the club in 15 minutes, take care!' Zayn clearly explained.
'I will.' She answered before hanging up the phone.
He saw a Delux helicopter flying in the other side direction.
'They got here fast!' He told himself.

The Pakistani scoured Las Vegas strip and came in through the back of the Club Delux.
He quickly went up the stairs to Spoon's office.
'There you are!' Aly hugged him, relieved.
He kissed her forehead before repeating:
'We're un deep shit, you know that right?'
'I know, Z.'