I'm bad, I like doing the things you tell me not to.

My footsteps are silent in the vast warehouse, the sound of my breathing echoing in my head with every forward step. Clay sticks close by, Liam coming up the rear, his hands curled around his gun comfortably.

I hold my own in my hand, the barrel pointed to the ground as we turn another corner, listening for any sign of our killer.

A scrape screeches behind us and I twist, lifting my gun to the man lingering by the far wall, his back to us.

"Sebastian." Clay says, voice firm. "Turn around."

I see the mans shoulder moves up and down before he slowly turns to face us, his amber eyes connecting to mine and I blink, the only sign of my shock.

The amber-eyed man grins, "Not who you expected?"

The man that escaped the night of Daphne's murder stares back at us, that same air of authority blanketing him.

"Who are you?" I say.

He chuckles, and I see Clay tighten his grip on his gun, lifting it to the man.

"That's not important." His eyes narrow on Clay, and he hums, lips quirking. "Interesting."

Clay glares back at him, "Who are you?" He repeats the same question I asked, his voice hard.

The amber-eyed man's lips quirk to the side, "I think the better question is, who are you?"

My brows furrow, watching the confusion enter my friends face as I slowly walk around to surround the man from the side, seeing Liam do the same.

"How do you know Sebastian?" Clay asks.

Amber eyes tilts his head, "Who?"

"What are you, a fuckin' owl?" Liam mutters, glaring at the man.

Amber eyes ignores him, "Where is Agent Eleven?"

"What do you want with her?" I hiss, stepping forward.

He rolls his eyes, "I don't want anything. I prefer my dolls with darker hair." He looks to Clay, "Pity Cleo colours hers."

"Who the fuck are you?" Clay yells.

Amber eyes doesn't answer, only smiles back before his eyes widen comically when an explosion rocks the warehouse, his eyes flashing back to me. "And pop goes the girlfriend."

My head snaps to the window, a blazing fire the only view and I look to Clay, seeing him nod his head slightly before I rush for the door, skidding to a stop when numerous men walks through the doors, brandishing weapons.

Amber eyes tuts, "You didn't think I would let you go without a goodbye, did you? Show some hospitality Archer."

• • •

I hiss, jumping back from the powerful fist, ducking out of the way and blocking.

He moves fast, his small body aiding in the fight.

I throw out a fist, connecting with his jaw before jumping out of the way of his returning one.

His face is murderous, eyes intent on mine as he watches me with vigour.

"You know the chances of survival after an explosion like that are quite low." I hear amber eyes call out from somewhere in the room, voice echoing as he leaves, a small entourage of men following.

I grind my teeth, my movement quickening, more force behind my hits.

I throw out my left hand and jab my opponent in the nose. His head flies back, the blood rolling down his face and pooling on his shirt. I spin around and lift my leg up, watching as his body falls with the force of my kick.

The sound is deafening as he hits the floor, I tear my eyes from him and towards the front door.

I run towards it and out into the open air.

A noise erupts into the night,and I turn, pink hair greeting my sight.

Cleo walks around the man, her steps small and concise as she circles him. Predator taunting prey.

"You're a sweet thing." I hear a rough voice spill into the area, and I watch him as he watches her.

Cleo looks up, glancing from her nails towards the man. Her face scrunches up. She was never particularly good at concealing her emotions.

"Funny you say that, yet you look like that." She waves a finger at him, lifting a condescending brow.

His ears redden and I turn away, anger simmering and bubbling in me from the man's escape.

I spin, trying to find where the explosion is.

Fire consumes my sight, blazing and raging against the starry night as it breathes in the oxygen around us. Dancing along the skeleton of a boat. My eyes sweep the area.

"Eleven!" I yell raggedly, my throat singed with heat.

My hands skim along the brick next to me as I run towards the docks, eyes on the boat as it glows brighter and brighter. Like a beacon pulling me towards it. Screaming for help.

She better fucking not be on that fucking boat or I will fucking kill her myself.

Shots echo throughout the air and a bullet whizzes past my face.

I duck, shoulder slamming into the brick as my eyes swing to where the shot came from.

I move, ducking behind the corner of the closest building, eyes trained on the shooter.

My gaze flits back to the blazing boat and lingers. Another bullet hits the building, fragments of brick exploding to the ground.

I hastily throw myself back around the other side, out of the line of fire.

I twist to examine the boat and find the fire has died down slightly. Charred pieces of the boat float on the surface of the water. Yet the skeleton still dances with the flame. A song of destruction playing along the rocking water.

A loud hiss fills the area, followed by a grunt and finally silence. I rip my eyes from the mess of the boat and look down the side containing the gunman.

All that greets me, is a bloodied and smirking Cleo. The man slumped behind her.

Her cotton candy hair glows in the darkening sky. She waves when she sees me.

The man rushes to grab the gun on swaying feet before clumsily twisting and aiming at Cleo.

I rush forward, knowing I am too far away but trying anyway.

A click sounds, followed by Cleo's melodious laughter. Although in this instance you could call it sadistic.

"Missing something?" She asks sweetly, not giving him the chance to reply before a bullet flies.

I turn away, rushing towards the dock. Scanning the water and the remaining boats.

I turn away, rushing towards the dock. Scanning the water and the remaining boats.

Footsteps behind me alert me of the others and I turn to face them.

If she was on the boat, she would've gone to the water. My gaze scans the dark water, trying to see through to the depths.

I rush up the dock, gaze scanning the darkness hoping to see blonde hair and a cocky smile.

My mind blanks when I don't.

"Elle?!" I get to the end of the jetty, jumping into the water with no thought.

The water welcomes me, dragging me into familiar arms.

"Eleven?!"

"Archer!"

I spin, gaze going to the docks.

Eleven rushes towards me, hair stringy and wet as it drags down her face.

She's wrapped in my jacket, it's too big for her.

Relief fills me and I wade through the water, back to the dock. I lift myself out of the water and onto the jetty.

My shirt clings to me tightly but I ignore it, my gaze tracking down Elevens figure, searching for injuries.

She steps forward, forcing my eyes up to hers.

"You were on the boat?" My gaze roams her face, brushing the hair from her cheek. Her wet hair a giveaway to where she was.

"I got off in time." Her gaze goes to the boat, the fire mirrored in her brown depths.

"You weren't hurt?"

She straightens , stepping back from me.

"No." She shakes her head.

"They're gone." Liam interrupts, walking up beside our sides.

"We'll find them again." I say but my gaze lingers on Elle's and her down turned eyes.