I slowly begin to open my eyes, the light in the room helping me lift my heavy lids. I blink a few times until my sight is no longer blurry, and I realise I am on the floor. I push myself up in the sitting position, groaning as the pain in my head throbs.

I look around the unfamiliar room and realise I am in an office. The room is reasonably big, with an expensive looking desk and a chair to my left. There is a big book shelf in the room, along with a sofa and one of those big globe things that I'm guessing pops open and inside are bottles of alcohol. Apart from those items of furniture, the big room was empty in the middle.

I look down at myself to check if there is any damage, and to my surprise the stitches on my legs have not even come undone. I am still in the same clothes I was wearing back at the house, and I am quite thankful of my outfit choice considering the situation I am in. Denim shorts, a loose fitted black top and white plimsolls means that I can move freely.

Wow, I am not wearing white. Finally, a smart outfit choice Faith.

Everything that happened back at the house rushes back to me and I suddenly realise I have been kidnapped. Again. I curse loudly, kicking the desk hard. I hate getting kidnapped.

My stomach suddenly drops as I remember Chris and Jace and my head spins frantically around the room but realise neither of them are in here. Were they alive?

I rush over to the window behind the desk and look out, realising I am about 3 stories up. I look at the familiar street outside and recognize that I am in the building me and Jace were staking out earlier. I turn to the chair behind me and lift it off the ground, turning and with all my strength pummelling it at the window. Not even a crack. I banged the chair against the glass a few more times but realised the window was not budging any time soon.

“Fuck!” I scream angrily as I throw the chair on the floor and begin to think of a plan B. I look around the room for any other escape, any other way out of this damn office but find myself hitting a dead end. There was one door and that was it.

I sighed and realised I only had one plan left.

Go mental.

I walked over to the door and with a scream kicked it as hard as I could hoping it would break. I had about as much luck with that than I did with the window.

“Let me the fuck out of here you drug dealing ape!” I scream as I boot the door a few more times, before walking over to the chair I used earlier and throwing that against the wooden door. “LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”

I frantically punch the door, screaming for anyone who can hear me. Basically, I knew that pleading with these people was never going to work so I figured a good old fashioned tantrum would get the attention of someone sooner or later, causing them to open the door and for me to kill them and get the hell out of here.

The plan did eventually work, the only thing I had not counted on was the army that walked in.

I stood at the far end of the room with my hands on the desk behind me as I saw the door open, ready to pounce on whoever was behind it. I froze to the spot as I saw the first person was in fact Jace walking in followed closely by one of the dealer’s minions pointing a gun to the back of his head. Jace’s face filled with relief as he saw me alive and well, as did mine as I saw him breathing. They were soon followed by Chris who was obviously more of a threat than Jace, and the dealers knew it because he came in with a guy holding a knife to his throat, as well as one next to him with a gun to his head.

Chris threw me a bitter smirk, and I rolled my eyes as I could tell he felt a little proud they took so much precaution with him because he was that dangerous. Men and their egos.

Then in walked Rob Dixon, the evil twisted smile was playing on his lips and his arrogance was intoxicating the air.

Then in came the 20 other guys dressed in black, Rob’s small army.

Oh shit. Outnumbered is a bit of understatement.

“Told you I’d see you soon.” Rob grinned, sliding his hands in his trouser pockets.

“By soon I thought you meant a few days.” I replied “You could at least have given a girl some time to shower.”

His eyes scan me up and down, his tongue darting out to lick his lips “If you would like to use my private shower in the other room, I’d be more than happy to let you.”

I closed my eyes and took a breath, holding down sick “I’d rather bathe in horse shit.”

Rob looked amused, before scrunching his face in disgust “What a lovely image.”

“Nicer image than what you’re picturing in your head.” I shoot back, glancing at Jace who was now staring daggers at his father. Rob noticed this too and smiled at his son.

“What’s up Jace?” Rob asked mockingly “Don’t like the idea of sharing with your dear old dad?”

“You touch her and I swear to god I will break your fucking legs.” Jace hisses at him venomously, which seemed to add to Robs amusement.

He shakes his head “You were always so angry. Even back in first school we would get phone calls home at least once every few weeks because you would decide to hit one of the other kids with a toy truck.”

Jace notably flinched at the memories his father was bringing up, obviously not liking just how much the man knew about him. How much the enemy knew about him.

“What do you want?” I decide to get to the point before he could get to Jace anymore than he already has “Why are we still alive?”

Rob’s face lit up and he took one hand out of his pockets and pointed at me “Now that my girl is the right question.” he grinned with excitement “You’re still alive because you and this one over here...” he gestures towards Chris “...are going to tell me everything I want to know about the agency.”

Chris snorted “Don’t count on it mate.”

Rob ignored him and looked at me “I will get what I want out of you.”

My eyes stared daggers at him “You’ll have to beat it out of me first, prick.”

The smile slowly creeped onto his face, as if those were the words he wanted to hear. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Suddenly the 20 guys in black stepped forward, as if following Rob’s silent command.

Jace automatically moved forward as he realised what was happening, only to be held back by the guy behind him with the gun to his head. Chris began to thrash in the hold of the guy behind him, but he wasn’t getting out of that hold anytime soon.

I was on my own again these guys.

“20 against 1?” I ask Rob cocking a brow “Not exactly a fair fight is it.”

“That’s your problem, not mine.” his face was stone, the malicious glint was in his eye “And plus the amusement I will get from this will help my guilty conscious.” The sarcasm in his tone was not unmissed.

My face was expressionless and I remained calm. I looked between him to the guys in front of him, then to Chris who was still struggling against the grip on him and screaming profanities. Then finally my gaze landed on Jace, who was looking over at me with fear in his eyes as he saw the guys step towards me. He was worried, it was clear in his eyes. I held his gaze for a little while until I finally snapped.

I was outnumbered, but if I was going down I’m taking all of these fuckers with me.

JACE POV

I felt like I was going to throw up. That man was setting 20 guys against one girl, my girl, and he was going to make us watch. He was going to sit back and enjoy just how outnumbered Faith was.

I have never hated one man more in my life.

Faith sighed heavily, before pushing herself away from the desk and walking over to the globe. She casually lifted the lid revealing about 5 glass bottles full of booze. She picked up the brandy bottle, nursing it in her hand as she walked back over to the desk before leaning back on it. She looked up at the people in front of her, and to my utter shock a slow smile creeped onto her lips.

For some reason, some of the fear in me died as I saw her do that. She was confident, and I had every faith (no pun intended) that she was going to put up a hell of a fight before she went down. If any of them ever managed to get her down.

Two of the guys dressed in black stepped forward, obviously intending to be the first ones out of their little army to take a shot at her. They shared a look before sizing Faith up, and I could tell they were trying to hold back laughter at the task ahead of them. The looks on their faces told me just how easy they thought it was going to be.

Boy they could not be more wrong, because they have already made their first mistake as they came up against Faith.

They underestimated her.

She smiles sweetly at the two guys, before pulling the glass cork out of the brandy bottle and holding it up in the air.

“I want to make a toast.” She declares, her tone steady and slightly amused “To all of your lives...” She spoke to the guys in black, before lowering the bottle to her lips and taking a gulp of the liquid. She casually put the glass cork back in the bottle, before lifting her eyes up to them again. The glint in her eye was malicious. The smile at the corner of her mouth was deadly “...because if any of you step any closer into my personal space, I will end each and every one of them.”

The two guys shared another look before chuckling slightly, then as quick as a flash they turned and made their next mistake.

They stepped into her personal space.

Faith saw it coming, because as soon as they moved a muscle she had smashed the glass bottle on the edge of the desk and plunged it into the neck of the guy on her right, leaving the glass sticking out of his skin as she swung her arm around to hit the other guy that was on her left. The guy who got glassed collapsed to the floor, dead.

She didn’t look twice at him as she focused her attention to the guy on her left, grabbing the back of his hair and slamming his face into the wooden desk a few times, before turning and kicking the next guy who flew at her. She turned back to the guy at the desk, lifting his head by his hair and planting her fist into his face, before smashing it on the desk once more and reaching for the envelope knife that was left (stupidly) on the desk. She stabbed the blunt knife into the back of his head so hard half of it sunk into his skin, easily breaking through his skull.

She left the guy halfway on the desk dead as she turned to the other guys who were coming at her. She kicked the kneecap of one guys who went at her, turning to take care of another one behind her with a punch to the face.

She was moving so fast, throwing kicks and punches left right and centre and I have never seen her look so deadly. She was relentless, and considering she was heavily outnumbered she was giving more punches than she received. She was a woman on a mission, and her mission was to kill anything in her sight.

I managed to drag my eyes away from the fight in front of me to glance at the drug lord. I refused to call him my father. That man had nothing to do with me. I felt my skin crawl as he stared at the brawl in front of him, looking like he was watching something on the TV. His head was cocked and he was modelling and expression of pure amusement.

I turned back to Faith and felt the panic rise again as one of the guys managed to grab her from behind and restrain her as another guy hit her in the face. She showed no sign of pain as she brushed the punch off quickly and pushed her feet off the ground, sending kick to the side of the guys head while using the guy behind her to keep her in the air. She slammed her head back and hit the guy holding her, causing him to let go. She grabbed the guy by his head behind her and pulled him over her shoulder so he slammed onto his back, before she raised a knee and smashed her foot into his face.

Another guy swung his arm out which she quickly dodged, before turning and jumping on her feet onto the desk behind her. She kicked him in the face as he approached the desk, before jumping off of it and landing gracefully on her feet behind him, turning and kicking him in the back. She placed her foot on the dead guy’s back who was still on the desk, yanking the envelope cutter out of skull and stabbing the other guy in the back until he was lifeless.

“Chris, down!” she quickly yelled as she turned instantly and threw the envelope cutter through the air until it plunged into the face of the guy holding Chris, who hastily followed her demand as if they were perfectly in sync when it came to combat.

I smirked as I saw Chris finally free and immediately diving into the middle of the room, taking on 3 of the guys without a hesitation. Faith had managed to take down more than half of the men here solo, I guess Chris was eager to play a part in this take out.

The drug lord didn’t move, knowing that he had two guys either side of him who were on duty as his bodyguards. He also knew Faith and Chris were too busy picking people off in the middle of the office to pay any attention to him yet. The guy holding me pressed the gun harder to my temple, warning me not to try anything.

I didn’t need to, Faith had back up and they were doing pretty well. To be fair, even without the backup she was doing perfectly fine on her own. This was a show I would gladly sit back and watch.

Chris had taken a few more of the guys down using another one of the glass bottles from the globe, while Faith decided to go the next step up and smash the entire globe onto the head of one of the guys she was taking on. Pretty soon there was one standing guy in black, and he was seconds away from joining his pals.

Faith kicked him hard in the back and he fell to his knees. She grabbed his head from behind and with a groan she snapped the guy’s neck. He fell face first no longer breathing.

Chris and Faith barely spend more than 5 seconds catching their breath before Faith went for one of the corpses, taking the gun they had stashed at their waist. She stood back up straight and pointed the gun at Rob.

“Let him go.” She ordered.

Rob hesitated for a minute, and instead of looking worried that he had a gun pointed at him he actually had to hold a smile back. He turned to the guy holding me and nodded his head, and I felt the grip around me loosen until I was free.

I couldn’t resist. I was too close and the opportunity was too good to miss.

I turned and smashed my fist in my father's face. His hand went up to his mouth, touching his bottom lip which instantly split from the blow and started bleeding.

“Finally, I wanted to do that for a few years now.” I announced, staring at the man in front of me bleeding and feeling proud as I knew I caused it.

He let out a laugh and looked at me with pride in his face, much to my disgust.

“I taught you how to fight like that.” He said through a laugh, spitting blood out on the office floor.

“No you taught me how to punch. Someone else taught me how to fight.” I reply, turning my back to him and walking over to where Faith and Chris were stood. Faith had a faint smirk at her lips, her eyes on me briefly. “Act before you react right?” I confirmed with her, smiling. The smirk at her lips widened.

The two guys next to Rob were still pointing their guns at us, and it was just a case of who would pull the trigger the quickest. Considering we had a direct aim at the drug lord, their jobs were pointless.

“Drop the guns and slide them over.” Faith ordered once again. The corner of Rob’s lip twitched.

“Catch!” He called out, and everything after that happened so fast it was almost impossible to keep up.

The guy to his left threw his gun over to Faith, causing Faith to automatically reach to catch it and allowing her to drop her guard for the briefest second, which Rob took full advantage of. He quickly stepped back to the open door behind him, and Faith pulled the trigger as she saw him moving. He was one step ahead as he reached for the guy to his right and moved him in front of himself, using him as a shield from the incoming bullet.

As quick as a flash Rob stepped out of the room, but to my surprise he was back in the room a few seconds later.

But he wasn’t alone.

He walked back in, one arm around Holly’s neck as he held her in front of him, a gun pressed firmly to her temple. The look of pure terror was clear on her face.

Faith and I both froze as we saw our old friend, being held hostage by my father.

“I know you agents are meant to be as cold as ice darling, but I got a feeling that even you wouldn’t shoot your best friend would you?” Rob quizzed Faith, before looking at me “I mean Jace, you went to first school with this girl. You all grew up together. Are you both as cold as me and would willingly kill your best friend?”

He was playing on our conscious, using something that he knew would get to me and Faith. Using the comparison to himself also played to his advantage because no one here wanted to be like him. My stomach sunk as I realised the decision was completely up to the person holding the gun, which was Faith. She had to decide what was more important. Being an agent, or her friends.

Holly looked terrified, her eyes were watering and her pleading eyes looked at Faith and then at me, begging for us to help her. I guess her precious boss was no longer sat on a pedestal in her mind. She had realised who she was mixed up with. A man who was the definition of evil.

I saw Faith’s grip tighten on the gun at her hand, her teeth gritted as her eyes revealed nothing to those who didn’t know her. But I knew her. She was struggling to make a decision, battling on what to do in her mind.

Shoot her best friend to eliminate her target, or go against everything she had been trained to do.

A strangled scream of frustration echoed around the room as Faith ran a hand through her hair, before she lowered the gun, closing her eyes tightly and swearing.

“I can’t do it.” she muttered so low it sounded like it hurt for her to admit it.

I swallowed hard as she threw the gun on the floor, leaving us unarmed and at the mercy of man in front of us with a victorious smirk on his face.

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A/N: Ahh, that was actually nerve wrecking to write, the action scenes get me well nervous. sarcasm i can do easily, writing about throwing punches is a little harder hahaa hope you like the chapter guys, let me know what you think!

like the fighting? thoughts on rob? hate Faith for not being able to shoot her bff? ;) :L

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