A/N: sorry for not updating in over a week! been working non stop at the minute and just to add to the hell that is my life my laptop has given up on me again so im burrowing laptops from everyone i see hahaa hope this makess up for it, let me know what you think my dears!

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The smirk played on my lips as I looked at the weasel, all the cockiness was completely wiped off his face as he looked at me.

I knew Rob Dixon was confident his security system would keep me out, and to be honest if it wasn’t for this one mission me and Chris went on last year where we were fully trained on recognising certain security systems and what you need to get through them, I would probably still be attempting to kick the door down now.

I also knew that cutting that blokes eyeball out and chopping his hand off was a little extreme, but I wanted to go for the theatrics for once.

Jesus I was turning into Chris…

“What’s up love, you don’t look happy to see me?” I asked him, faking hurt in my voice.

He still had not blinked, and he was looking me over when I noticed him gulp. I realised I was covered in blood, and to be honest I must look like a complete psycho.

I could see the fear in his eyes as he realised it was just me and him alone in the room, and I thrived off of it.

“How…” He trailed off, his jaw almost touching the ground. I knew he was referring to how I knew how to get in the panic room.

I shrugged casually “You did sort of leave me the key to get in when you left your little pal out there. Turns out your selfishness really is going to be the end of you.”

His mouth closed and again I saw him swallow hard, noticing how his eyes kept flickering to the door behind me like he was waiting for something.

Suddenly he looked a little more confident, and his eyes were back at me.

“So what are you going to do Faith, kill your possible future father in law?” He asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

I grimaced as he said that “In order to be considered a father in law, you actually have to be a father first. All you ever were to Jace was the sperm that created him.”

He didn’t even look offended by the fact I had just called him a shit dad, something that would probably send any other father in a complete rage. He looked amused, like he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t but was secretly proud of himself. It made me want to throttle him.

“The standard father and husband routine was never really my thing.” He waved his hand dismissively, his confidence back now which shocked me a little. I wanted him to be scared, so why the hell was the dick suddenly cocky again?

Did he actually grow a pair and realised he was about to die, and instead of cowering and begging for his life he was acting like his normal cocky asshole self?

Then I spotted the tiniest movement on the glass of the cabinet behind where Rob was sat.

The movement was so small that if it wasn’t for the fact I was a trained agent I would have no chance of catching it, but I saw the figure approach me from behind on the reflective glass.

I suddenly realised why Rob was unexpectedly so confident. He had backup. Someone else to do his dirty work for him and die doing it.

I kept my eyes on the glass, watching the two people behind me approaching slowly thinking I didn’t know they were there.

“So you went through all this effort just to kill me?” Rob carried on talking, clearly trying to distract me. “I feel quite flattered.”

My eyes went back to him before I grinned widely “You should be, but in about 5 minutes you’re going to feel quite dead.”

As soon as the final word was out of my mouth I turned around and planted my elbow in the face of the guy sneaking up behind me, smiling as I heard him groan in pain and fly back. I grabbed the side of his face and drove it into the door frame, before turning and kicking the Chinese girl that had also tried and creep up on me.

I looked around and realised it was only two of them. This was going to be easy then.

The girl recovered quicker than the other Chinese guy and sent her fist in my direction, which I easily dodged and took a step back. I pulled back my arm and threw the knife in my hand in her direction, which to my surprise she dodged with ease.

The guy suddenly shot up to his feet and grabbed my arm, turning me around and slamming me up against the wall which I hit with a thud. I ducked the punch he sent to my face, which then hit the wall leaving a nice big crack on it. I crouched onto the ground, sticking my leg out and twisting so that I knocked him off his feet and onto his back.

Before the girl could reach me I quickly flew at the boy, grabbing his head and snapping his neck with such pace she barely got halfway before he was no longer breathing.

The Chinese girl froze and stared at me with her eyes wide, then looked down at the guy on the floor like she was genuinely about to cry.

I resisted the urge to laugh and got to my feet, standing over his corpse as I look at her.

“Why the long face, did I just kill your boyfriend or something?” I asked trying to hold back a laugh.

Her eyes shot to me and I could see them turn a shade darker from the anger “You bitch!”

“I guess that’s a yes…” I muttered.

Suddenly, the girl pulled the knife out of the wall and looked at me, and to my utter shock she started twisting and doing all these moves with the knife in front of me, and do you know what she did?

She started doing martial arts.

Not at me, but just in front of me. You know like they do in movies where there is a standoff and the other guys starts doing like backflips and shit as if to intimidate the other person, showing them what they can do and how skilled they are?

Yeah, she was actually doing that in front of me. I didn’t know whether to pinch myself to check if I was dreaming, or roll on the floor and piss myself. She even made the little high pitched screams as she punched the air. For a brief second I thought she was having an orgasm.

I snorted “Someone has been watching wayyyyy too many Jackie Chan films.”

She stopped ripping off moves from possibly every single Bruce Lee film ever, and stood in front of me in some sort of ‘bring it’ position.

“You will pay for this.” She spat at me, and again I had to hold back laughter at the cheesy movie line.

I took a few breaths to stop the hysteria that was building inside of me and looked at her like I was deep in though.

“Okay, I’m sure I will, I mean after seeing those in depth martial arts moves I know I’m doomed.” I agreed, my tone sarcastic as I nodded as seriously as I could “Or I could just cut to the chase and shoot you like we do in England.”

I reached behind me and pulled out the gun from the waistband of my jeans, pointing it at her and pulling the trigger so fast she had no chance to dodge it, even with her badass martial arts skills.

She collapsed to the ground, and to my surprise she didn’t do it dramatically by holding her bullet wound and telling me to say sorry to her mother in Chinese.

I shook my head in amusement as her eyes suddenly lost their life. The poor girl, spent hours learning all of that shit to just get shot down before she even had a chance to do a karate chop on me.

That’s why you gotta love the basics.

My amusement was cut short as I suddenly heard a gun cock by my ear, and I froze on the spot.

I turned my head slowly and came face to face with the barrel of the gun Rob Dixon was pointing at me.

He had a smirk on his face as he realised he had me. I could make no move because I knew as soon as I did he would put a bullet in my skull without a hesitation.

“Looks like you got a little distracted there Faith.” His tone was cocky, and I knew this was his plan all along. Distract me long enough to have me by the balls.

“Looks like I did.” My voice was monotone, not showing him anything.

He was quiet for a while as he searched my face, looking for any fear “Lose the gun.”

I hesitated, again going through anything I could pull in order to get out of this position. I knew it was useless, Rob knew how to use a gun, and I knew he had me.

I flung the gun in my hand by the door, hearing it slam on the ground and probably slide into the next room. I didn’t take my eyes off his face; neither of us lost eye contact. It was like he was waiting for me to make a move, but he knew I couldn’t.

“You going to kill your possible future daughter in law Dickson?” I asked innocently, my tone mocking as I quoted him from before.

I saw the flash of anger through his eyes at the name I called him, before he grinned at me smugly “Like you said, I had to actually be a father first in order to be considered a father in law. And I never really liked you anyway.”

I placed my hand on my heart “That honestly cuts deep.”

His eyes bore into me before he shook his head slightly “I never knew what Jace saw in you.”

I actually flinched as he mentioned Jace, realising he had a point. I never knew what he saw in me either, I never knew why he wanted to be with me or why he was so adamant about coming with me when I escaped the agency.

I suddenly realised I would never know, because I was going to die.

The gun was in my face and there was no hope of me getting myself out of this. I took an inwards breath as I prepared myself for the impact. I had never been shot before, I’d been shot at millions of times but never actually been hit and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. But I knew that at this close range a bullet in the head would kill me instantly, which I was actually grateful for.

My life didn’t flash before my eyes though to my fucking relief. I wouldn’t have minded if I could edit what flashed before my eyes so only the good bits played, the memories and happy times I had with my friends and family.

That I would have enjoyed because I would have died knowing that I did have times where I was happy with the people I loved.

No, my life did not flash before my eyes.

The only thing I saw as I prepared to die was the face of the one boy who was probably still currently handcuffed to my bed at home.

I closed my eyes as I braced myself, his face still clear in my mind which was completed with that cocky little smirk that always used to get me. I suddenly wished I could get one more chance just to be with him, to kiss him and tell him just how much I did love him and how I wished things could be different.

A chance just to hear his voice again.

I distantly heard Rob talk to me “Time to join you’re little friend Faith.”

I held my breath as I waited for it.

Then I realised the image of Jace in my head was getting stronger because I could actually hear his voice ringing through my ears again. I smiled slightly, ignoring the fact that I was probably going crazy in my last moments before death and just enjoyed hearing his voice.

“Drop the fucking gun dad.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion as the words he spoke were not exactly what I had expected to be ringing through my head when I was having some sort of death montage of the boy I love.

I mean I knew me and Jace never really did romance, but this was taking the piss…

It then took me about another 10 seconds to realise that the voice was not a figment of my imagination, but it was actually coming from the same room as me.

My eyes flew open and to my left, widening as I saw that very boy I thought I was never going to see again stood there with his jaw clenched, pointing the gun I threw out of the room at his own father.

His eyes flickered to me for a brief second, before they landed back on Rob who had not moved and was staring at his son with an expression that mirrored mine.

Jace’s teeth gritted as he spoke.

“I said…” He growled “…Drop the fucking gun.”