Sorry I have not updated in a while, I was unsure how to continue from where I left off but I think I got it now. Hope you enjoy!

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He pressed himself against the concrete wall, hoping that the cops wouldn't follow him down the alleyway. Luckily, they rushed past its entrance, calling for backup using their radios.

Sighing with relief, he hunched over and placed his hands on his knees as he panted. He hadn't expected to run so much on this mission. In hindsight, his role didn't require all that much physical work, but here he was, out of breath.

"Mini, you still with us?" He heard Wildcat's voice through his ear piece, filling him with hope.

Pressing two fingers against the device in his ear, he began to speak. "Yeah, I'm here. Nearly got caught, but I'm here."

"That's what you get for pulling a rookie move like that." Vanoss hissed into his ear, gunshots being heard in the background. "Just circle around and get to the van." He ordered before his line went dead.

"You heard him, move!" Moo barked just as gunshots sounded behind him.

He darted up the fire escape, somehow not noticing it earlier.

Once he was on the room, he stealthily creeped around, jumping from building to building until he was almost directly next to the vehicle. He sped down the fire escape on the side.

Reaching the bottom, he pulled out his handgun, pulling it up in front of him with a finger on the trigger. He pressed his back against the corner of the alley, taking a deep breath before risking a look down the street. There was nothing, yet he still kept the pistol pointed in front of him and made sure to keep tabs on everything around him.

He paused, no footsteps besides his own, good. He continued to walk along, taking a turn every now and then before he ended right back up at the van.

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"You're joking, right? What do you mean he's gone?" Tyler couldn't believe the words that Jonathan was telling him.

"I mean he's gone. As in, not anywhere to be found. His jacket is gone, his phone is still here. I don't know where he went, I don't know what he remembers." Jonathan looked panicked.

"Well, don't just stand there!" Tyler turned his gaze to everyone in the room. "Go look for him!"

"Yes sir!"

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A few hours earlier.......

Evan silently made his way through the living room, his eyes latching onto the photo that had caught his attention when he first got there.

Memories of the fair flooded his head as he walked out of the apartment. Painful guilt weighed him down as got into the elevator.

"I need to remember." He told himself, running through his mental checklist of places he needed to go to.

An alley, a warehouse, a coffee shop, Main Avenue, a rooftop, a bar.

Additional objectives: the boardwalk, a burnt down building, the desert.

As he took off down the sidewalk, he regretfully glanced back at the apartment building where everyone else was. He didn't want to do this to them, he knew they would worry about him, that's all they did lately. They couldn't even go on one mission without worrying about him.

Turning around, he shook his head. "I'm going to remember." He vowed, filling with determination as he stared at the empty sidewalk in front of him. "No one is going to worry about me."

Vanoss appeared beside him, matching his brisk pace. He smiled. "Now that's the spirit."

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"How the hell did he leave without us noticing?" Jonathan demanded, looking around the apartment for anything that might help them. "He's not all that quiet."

"Yeah, maybe he isn't right now, but he was." Lui countered, looking at Jonathan. "He must remember at least one mission, he has to."

"He wouldn't have left if he did, would he?" Tyler said, joining the discussion. "I don't know what the hell he did before we became a group, but that must be the mindset he's in right now. Independent, arrogant, and a complete asshole."

"Watch it." Jonathan warned.

Tyler turned to him. "Oh, give it up already. You can try however hard you want, it's not going to bring your Evan back. Face it, okay? He might not even like you anymore! I don't care how in love you were, because what matters is right now, and right now, Evan's gone. So get your love-sick brain into gear and help look for him." He growled, his own blue eyes meeting Jonathan's.

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Evan turned into the alley, his hand flying to his stomach as he looked around, remembering a faint pain that must've once been there.

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"Hey." Vanoss barked, his gun pointed at the criminals who were making there way up the fire escape ladder. "Did I say you could leave?"

A sudden noise behind him caught his attention, he turned around. Big mistake.

Pain blossomed throughout his abdomen as his gun dropped to the floor while the criminals got away. He had been caught off-guard by the pain, stumbling to the floor.

Grabbing his gun, he crawled over to the wall, hiding beside a dumpster as he applied pressure to the wound, feeling around his jacket for his phone. His hands shook, and he couldn't get a good grip on the device.

Just then a man rushed up to him from out of the abandoned building he was sat against. "Woah, are you okay?" Evan's vision swam so much, he couldn't even focus on his face or attempt to understand his intentions. He felt a small force on his cheek. "Hey, can you hear me? Stay with me, dude, stay with me. You're losing a lot of blood, I need to call an ambulance-"

Evan weakly pushed at him with his hand. "No ambulances." His strained voice sounded weaker than he would have wished, he tried again to reach his phone, using the last of his strength.

The man took a hint. "Want me to call someone you know?" He ripped off his sleeves, tying them together before tying them around Evan's waist tightly, applying enough pressure to the wound for him to throw one of his arms over his shoulders. Evan nodded. "Alright, I will, just relax, okay? I got you, you're gonna be fine, I promise. My name is Brock."

Brock laid Evan onto a mattress inside the building, leaving him there gasping for breath as he rushed to grab a bag. He slid back, ending up on his knees next to the injured man.

"You're okay, you're okay." Brock constantly reassured him as he lifted up his shirt to see the wound. He pulled out a small cloth, dabbing at the bullet hole. "This might hurt a bit, but it's gonna be okay."

Evan's head fell back at this point, and Brock realized with horror that he passed out. "You're okay." He still repeated, grabbing some tweezers to extract the bullet. "You're okay."

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A couple hours later, Brock removed his bloody gloves after he had put down the needle and extra thread. He wiped his brow with one hand while the other discarded the gloves beside him.

Evan was still unconscious as Brock searched through his jacket- which he had removed so he wouldn't get it too bloody.

He found Evan's phone, taking it out as he carefully placed the jacket over his torso, covering up the stitched wound.

Taking a deep breath, he opened up the phone, going to his contacts.

"Which one?" He quietly asked to himself before deciding to search his recents instead.

Tyler. The last person he called is Tyler.

He pressed the name before pulling the phone up to his ear as it rang.

"Hey Vanoss, I checked some of the hackers on the list, most-" The guy immediately started talking, Brock cut him off, wanting nothing to do with whatever he said.

"Um, hi. It's-it's not Vanoss, I'm sorry. B-but, he is here with me-" Brock was nervous as he spoke into the phone.

"Who the hell are you? Who do work for? What the hell do you want and what have you done with my friend?" Tyler's voice became aggressive.

"I-I'm sorry! My name is Brock and I don't currently have an employer, I just wanted to call you because your friend was shot and I patched him up so please don't hurt me." His voice became rushed.

He heard a loud 'shit' through the phone followed by a heavy sigh. "Okay, where are you?"