THE BOSS AGENT

14. WE CAN PROTECT OURSELVES.

Agent Eighteen's POV:

We drive into the safe house. Alex parks the car in the driveway. We all unbuckle and get out. A look of exhaustion etched on our face. I turn around to see Alex slightly pale. I wouldn't have noticed if I was not so keen on observing people. He looks at me and tries his best to put on a smile. I smile in return but when my eyes fell on his shoulder, it narrows instinctively. It looks wet. Though he is wearing his Bomber jacket I can clearly see it. When realization sank in, my eyes widened.

It's blood. His blood.

"You were shot?" I whisper dreading for his answer.

"No, it's just a graze," he shrugs his shoulders as if it's no big deal.

"Let's clean up before you get infected," I say marching forward towards the door.

"Agent 18 reporting from safe house 257," I say as I scan my palm.

"Password please," I hear a robotic voice.

"ES182610."

"Agent twenty-two reporting, password AC524962," Alex says scanning his palm.

Liam, Meghan, Jennifer, and Ben follows suit.

"Agent twenty-nine reporting, password LM475478."

"Agent thirty-five reporting, password MC642826."

"Agent eleven reporting, password JL658960."

"Agent seventy-eight reporting, password French fries and pancakes."

We hear a ping as the door slides open. We walk into two floor mansion.

"Home sweet home," Ben exclaims brushing his shoulder against Alex. Alex hisses in pain.

"Y-You got hit?" Meghan stuttered.

"Just a graze. Nothing to worry about," Alex replies still clutching his shoulder tightly.

"Ben, apologize," I order him with a glare.

Ben makes a pitiful and sad face. "I am very very very very very very very very-"

"Get to the point Ben," I glare again.

"Not really sorry about it," he says and runs away. Alex chuckles at his behavior as I let out a huff.

I walk towards the kitchen cabinet and pull out the first aid kit. I motion for him to sit on the couch and he does. I start cleaning the wound. I turn around to see Liam sitting on the counter, Jen and Meghan trying to trace Noah Smith and Ben had his head inside the fridge.

I pick tweezers, thread and start stitching up his wound. He hisses in pain with his eyes tightly closed.

"Sorry," I mumble slowly.

"It's alright," he mumbles back.

"When were you hit?" I ask. As far as I can remember, Alex was by our side the whole time.

"While taking the kid outside. I didn't knew there were more assassins out there waiting for us," he mutters slowly. I hum in return.

"There you go. All done," I say wrapping Alex's shoulder tightly. I think about the fights and sudden attack which we encountered today. Thousands of question swirling through my mind. How did they know about our location? Why would they attack us? What do they want?

I snap out of my trance when Alex calls me out.

"Huh?" I ask him.

"You zoned out. What's the matter?" he asks genuinely perturbed.