Promise

Chapter 2 - deal

   "Pass them over. All three of them." He said. Zayne looked around and calculated his chances. There were a lot of people. "Do it." Zayne said to his team. They pulled the two dealers up and pushed them towards the guy. Zayne gently nudged the child forward.

     As soon as the child was by the guy's side, out of range, Zayne signalled and five of them started shooting. The people surrounding them charged. Multiple shots were fired but non were fatal. No one stopped. The people lunged at each of them, hitting and kicking from every direction. Zayne managed to avoid some the hits but not all. He was kneed in the stomach and someone sliced his arm with a knife. He managed to protect himself from another slice and returned a punch to the guy.

     He had to start thinking how to get out of there. Alive, with all of his teammates at least. There were a lot of people, but if they could just get past them...

     Too late. "James' down!" One of the officers shouted out. Zayne turned to look at the situation. Victor was on the floor with several cuts and bruises while everyone else seemed to be having a hard time. Zayne mentally cursed, there was no way they would be getting out here if this was going to continue on. "Wait, stop! We surrender." He calls out. The people move away from them as the guy walked toward them.

     "Giving up so easily?" The guy smirked as he approached Zayne. "Get them out with the rest. Only he stays." The guy ordered his people. They approached the four cops and grabbed them, pushing them forcefully out of the room.

     "Zayne! What are you-" Noah shouts out as someone pushed him forward. "Hey! Let me go! Zayne!" Noah struggled. The guy sighed. "How annoying. Shut him up." He ordered Zayne. It would be in their best interest to listen. Zayne locked eyes with Noah and slightly shook his head. Noah clenched his jaw and scowled. That was all it took for him to go out quietly. "You better have a plan, you idiot." He mumbled as he let himself get pushed out of the warehouse.

     In a moment, everyone filed outside. Zayne stood there with the gash is his arm bleeding out, staining his uniform. He ripped off a part of his sleeve and pressed it onto the wound, trying to stop the blood. He looked at the three in front of him, the only ones left after everyone went out. The guy from the club, the child and another man. It was the one that came in with the guy. Zayne looked to the child, he was terrified. He was sitting in a corner not far from the three, hugging his legs to his chest. His head rested on his knees and he was shaking a little. At least he wasn't hurt.

     And all this time the guy's stare never left Zayne.

     Finally the guy spoke up. "Scared?" His voice rang through the room. He crossed his arms over his chest and loomed over Zayne.

     It is true that his was trembling a little, but it wasn't because he was scared. The gash in arm was hurting more now, putting pressure on it wasn't helping much. He moved his hand away from the wound and the stained piece of his ripped sleeve dropped to the floor, his hand was inked with blood.

     Zayne brought his hand up to the guy's face and dragged his fingers over his cheek. "Bullshit." He spat out. The blood on his hand painted onto the guy's cheek as he roughly forced the guy's face to the side.      "Stop wasting my time. What do you want." Zayne said as he took a step back. He knew there was no way that this guy would let them off so easily. The guy wiped at the blood "In a rush are we, I'll get to the point then." He said and slightly turned his body to the side so Zayne could see the child. "Take him." He offered and pointed over to the child curled up in the corner.

     Zayne glanced over at him. He had stopped shaking and seemed to be a little more relaxed. "What do you want?" Zayne knew nothing was for free, they'd have to give something for this. Like how he had to kiss Mr Sanchez for the information he wanted.