"So," Harry began, looking back and forth between Mila and Louis, "you shot him?"

"By accident!" Mila exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"Lies!" Louis snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Mila gaped at him, confused at his sudden change in attitude. Only moments ago he had been praising her for shooting this 'Tony' character in the shoulder. All too soon, he was criticizing her again. "The gun was pointed straight at me!"

"Because you had a gun in Zayn's face," Mila pointed out.

"You were pointing a gun at Zayn?" Harry questioned, a brow cocked. Louis let out a sigh and started up a conversation with the newly-met spy. Harry seemed like a nice bloke, Mila had decided. From the way he smiled widely at her every now and then to the way he had been discussing plans with Zayn about finding and taking down McPherson. He was clearly focused on his job, like all professionals should be.

Mila allowed Louis and Harry to bicker away as she turned to face Zayn who had retreated into the empty compartment to the right. He had hauled the two tied up men in with him to cover their tracks. They remained unconscious. Carefully stepping over one of the men's legs, Mila sat down opposite Zayn who was deep in thought, his head leaning back against the wood of the interior. His eyes were closed.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly, placing the gun down next to her. Zayn didn't say anything, instead he let out a deep sigh.

"Just fabulous," he said sarcastically. "Not only can I have revenge but I can also restore the stolen items to the Association. Two for the price of one." He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Mila shifted, rubbing her arms absentmindedly. Tony McPherson had been involved in the murder of Zayn's parents and Mila wasn't sure how to make him feel better. Was there anything to say that would make it better?

"I..." Mila began. She trailed off, not sure what she was trying to say. Zayn's eyes lowered to meet her's. "I'm sorry you had to see him - the Tony man. You must want to kill him, right?"

"You guess correctly. Honestly, I'd rather drag him back to the Association so I can torture some information out of him. He's one of our most wanted criminals, after all. I bet he'd have a lot of interesting secrets to tell us. Such as who's working for him in the corporation." Zayn's eyes narrowed. "There's Holly, the quiet yet suspicious looking red-head who thinks everyone hates her. It could be her? Then again, Edward does look like he's hiding something twenty-four seven. Maybe he's the traitor?"

"I hope you find out who it is," Mila said, giving him a reassuring smile. She shuffled forward every so slightly. "I don't know much about spies except the crap I've seen in the James Bond movies, but I can tell you're a great agent, Zayn. Obviously, I'm no expert but I can tell you're dedicated to this life, even if it was something you had never intended to take up..." She felt his eyes on her face and her cheeks tingled with heat. "I know you'll find the liar," she concluded.

"Mila..." Zayn muttered, leaning forward and taking her hand. "Thank you but you have no idea what it's going to be like to lose someone that we've trusted, trained and put our faith in one hundred percent."

She looked down at their joined hands. She gave his a reassuring squeeze.

"It'll be OK," she promised, knowing how cliché she must have sounded. How did she know it was going to be alright? She knew nothing about life as part of the Association, so her words only held an empty promise.

Zayn was thankfully for Mila's kind words and her attempts to cheer him up. Especially given their situation. She was but an innocent passenger who had been swept up into a tornado of guns, spies and death in such a short period of time. In a way, he was grateful for her ticket mess-up.

"I think now would be a good time to try and catch these bastards, huh?" he said to Mila who grinning widely at him. Her smile made him smile.

"Guys, c'mon," Zayn said as he guided Mila out of the compartment. "Let's catch these sods."

Louis and Harry pulled out their weapons, following close behind Mila and Zayn. He still found her shortness to be amusing, especially when she found it difficult to keep up with his longer strides. Occasionally, he would catch her looking back at what Harry was holding in his hands; two throwing daggers. He knew she's become used to the sight of guns, but not throwing weapons.

Unless you count shoes, said a voice in the back of his head.

"You know, we'd be able to move a lot faster on the roof of the train," Harry said suddenly as they reached the end of the carriage. Zayn frowned, considering his friend's words. It was true: there would be less people scouting the top of the train than the inside. "I've already taken the first lot of troops out."

Zayn thought about Tony McPherson. After Mila had quite miraculously managed to shoot him, he had taken off towards the front of the train where more of his men were no doubt waiting. He hauled open the carriage door, the temperature dropping once again around the four beings. Mila shuddered.

"Harry, take Mila with you," Zayn said. He looked down at the little foreign woman, her eyes wide.

"Excuse me?" she asked, looking back and forth between the three of them. "You want me to walk along the top of a moving train? You're nuts."

"You'll be in less danger up there-"

"Less danger?!" she shrieked. "Are you bloody joking? I could fall to my death up there! What if there's a tunnel? What if I get squished against a brick bridge?! What if we pass some trees with long-hanging branches and I get stuck in them and I'm left there hanging?"

Zayn grinned at her as she threw a strop. It was amusing watching her get mad. After she was finished, he laid a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes seriously.

"Mila, go with Harry. He'll look after you, I promise. Besides, he doesn't hate you like Louis does. So I can assure you that Harry is the safest one to be with," he said, before jumping over the gap between the carriages. Louis gave her a cocky smirk as if he were pleased with Zayn's words before following suit.

As soon as Louis and Zayn had vanished through the opposite door, Mila turned to Harry with wide eyes. He had shoved his daggers into his belt and was climbing up the small ladder next to the door. Mila watched him, feeling queasy at the thought of being atop the transport.

They're all insane, she realized before tugging the door shut behind her. Reluctantly she side-stepped over towards the ladder, eyeing the rungs as if they were her enemies. She hesitated, cursing herself for not running after the other two spies.

"'Less danger'," she laughed incredulously. "What a prick."

"You coming?" Harry shouted down to her suddenly and she jumped, the wind whipping her pony tail across her face. She hung her head to look up at him peeking over the edge of the carriage.

"Give me a minute!" she demanded, slowly gripping the metal between her small hands. With insanely small movements, she began to climb. One hand, one foot, one hand, one foot. Eventually, she neared the top of the train. Harry let out a sigh when she finally pulled herself up next to him, sitting with her legs hanging in front of the ladder. She kept her head down, noticing the flashing scenery out of the corner of her eye. "You're all insane!" she yelled up at Harry.

"Maybe," he mused, hooking his arms under her arms and lifting her to stand beside him. She wobbled and instantly wrapped her arms around his lean build, her eyes shut. "It's not too bad up here, honestly."

"Easy for you to say. You've been doing it for God knows how long!"

"Ten years," he laughed before taking her hands in his. "Look at me, Mila."

She did.

"I'm going to die on top of a train," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Christ, I'm going to die."

"No you're not, you silly woman. Listen to me, we're gonna cover four carriages, OK? We're gonna jump a few, and climb down the ladder of one further up, alright?"

"Jump?" she gasped.

"You got it!" he laughed before taking her shoulders and forcing her round to look ahead, at the opposite carriage. "Over to that one.

"There's a ladder..." she said, glaring up at him. He towered over her, much like the others with him.

"It's more fun to jump," he told her before taking a step back. And another. Yet another. Finally, he was standing on the edge of the carriage, his eyes focused on the gap between the two. Mila's eyes widened when he began to run, his long legs carrying him like the wind. The moving train didn't distract him, and when nearing the edge of the carriage, he jumped.

Like a bird in flight, he gracefully made the jump, landing in a forward roll before standing up-right once again.

Show off, Mila thought as she stood open-mouthed. Harry turned round and gestured for her to follow in his lead. She laughed as he enthusiastically used his arms to demonstrate that she had to jump exactly the way he had.

"I'm not flippin' jumping!" she argued.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Take the fucking ladder then!" he shouted at her. His sudden outburst made her flinch and she suddenly felt the urge to prove him wrong. Mila had been incredible at karate, but making long jumps wasn't something she had been great at. Her P.E. teacher from high school hadn't been impressed with her skills and efforts at long jump.

Her stomach jumped to her throat as she took several shaky steps backwards, like Harry. With his eyes still on her, she felt her heart racing. Close your eyes, hold your breath. She shook her head, trying to muster up the courage to run like the wind and jump the gap. If Harry could do it, then so could she.

She took her first step. Then her second, third, fourth, fifth and final step before leaping forward, off the edge of the carriage. Her heart was beating erratically, her stomach filled with demented butterflies as she was momentarily left in mid-air. She saw the train coming up towards her, and she prepared herself for a hard landing.

Her feet hit home, but the moving train knocked her off balance and she fell to the side, her body rolling to the left. Before she knew it, she was nearing the side of the transport and a scream left her lips. Dangling off the side of the train was terrifying but so was the fact that Harry's hand may have not reached her in time before she fell.

His large hand was like a vice around her wrist, holding her there over the edge. Her feet frantically kicked around as the feeling of no-ground made her feel sick.

"Don't drop me!" she screamed as Harry's other hand grabbed her's.

"Don't tempt me," he replied before hauling her up beside him. He allowed her to hug him, her small body dwarfed by his own. Her hands grabbed at the black material of his T-shirt, the need to hold on to anything taking over. "You're OK, see?"

She slapped his chest hard.

"Don't you dare make me do that again! I told you I couldn't do it!" she said, her eyes glazed over with unshed tears. Her heart was still racing and her hands were sweaty.

"You did do it. You just need to work on your landing is all," Harry said, patting her head gently. She didn't let him go for a few extra moments, not fully calmed down from her sudden lunge into the air.

"I am not doing that again. I'm taking the ladders," she said against his chest, the smell of cologne and sweat infiltrating her nostrils. "Please don't make me do that again?"

"Alright," Harry said, taking her hand in his large one. He slowly led her along the roof of the train and to the edge where the ladder was. He helped her climb down and only when she had climbed up the other ladder to the opposite carriage, did Harry jump again.

"Are you sure she's gonna be OK up there with Harry?" Louis asked Zayn.

They'd already fought with four other men, two of them now dead, the others knocked out in a compartment. Zayn had received a cut to his upper arm, a blade slicing through his flesh savagely. Louis had but a minor split lip and his injured foot to deal with.

"She'll be alright. Why do you care? I thought you hated her?" Zayn answered. He'd wondered himself if letting Harry take her was for the best. He couldn't see any reason as to why it wasn't the better idea.

Louis sighed. "I don't hate her - I don't know her well enough to hate her. I'm just pissed that on our first meeting, she killed my foot."

"Understandable," Zayn laughed. They pushed through to the next carriage, ducking when a knife was sent flying their way. Louis rolled forward, springing up to plunge his elbow straight into the small man's face. Zayn shot him twice to make sure he stayed down.

That's when Mila's words came back to him about feeling remorse. Did he, deep down, feel guilty for his actions? Was there still a part of him that remained a scared little boy with no family who was clueless about the world and the spy life he had been thrust into?

"So, where do you think McPherson has run off to?" Louis asked.

Zayn shrugged. "Probably to the front of the train to buy himself more time. It won't take terribly long to get to London now."

"That's where Liam and Niall were headed," Louis told Zayn and they briefly made eye contact.

"C'mon then," Zayn said, jogging down the length of the carriage. "We'd better get to Tony before he gets to them."

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT SO FAR! ILY xx

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