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It's past midday , Louis was sitting in the security room for over five hours ; in the past two hours Ceid moved on to a different tactic , leaving cuts across his body to try and get the negotiators to get them their money . So far he had a cut on his calf , one on his bicep , another one on his thigh above his knee and one on his forearm .

He curled up when Ceid kneeled in front of him for the fifth time . "Talk ." He held the phone up .

He sniffled and looked down at the phone , "D-Dad ?"

"We're here , Louis , we can hear you ." Frank said .

Tears filled his eyes , he let out a choked sob , "Please g-get me out of here ."

"We're working on it , okay ? We're not playing around , sit tight and wait ." Frank bit back .

Ceid pouted playfully before standing up , "I would highly doubt that . You want the kid out alive ? Fucking pay me already ." He said and hung up . He looked over to one of his men , who was shifting in his spot , moving from one foot to another .

"Can you stand fucking still ?" Ceid asked harshly , the man sighed , "Sorry , boss . Need to pee , been holding it for over an hour ."

Ceid sighed , "I told you not to drink too much of that RedBull . Go , come back quick before I regret it ." He gestured to the locked door .

Louis watched the man walking out , trying to get a glimpse of what was outside , but the door closed and locked before he could see anything .

Ceid looked between Louis and the door , smirking . "Don't worry , you'll see the outside world again . I don't have all day . I mean , that's if your parents pay me . If they don't , you can kiss the outside world goodbye , because the only way out for you would be in a body bag ."

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Harry made sure it was clear before stepping back into Frank and Martha's room , when he heard a commotion from outside of the room . He hid back in the walk-in closet , hands gripping his gun tightly as he stayed still and listened .

He heard footsteps walking past the lounge , and up to the stairs leading to the roof .

"Fucking hell , why is it so heavy ?"

"Shut up and keep going , will you ?"

Harry didn't dare peeking out ; there were several footsteps , if he took a wild guess there were about six men walking there , and according to their words they were carrying something heavy .

He waited for their footsteps to disappear up to the roof , hearing the door to the roof opening . He waited for a short bit longer to make sure they weren't coming back down the stairs , before stepping out of the closet to the room , peeking out . He saw no one there , though still lingered behind the door to make sure it was safe to step out .

He slowly and quietly tip-toed up the stairs , hearing them talking amongst themselves , before it was silent for a few seconds .

"Boss , we're settled and ready to go ." One said .

Harry held his breath as he heard a voice talking back , through a radio . "Good . Let's count down . Ten . Nine . Eight ."

Harry quietly walked up the rest of the steps , peeking out of the door . His eyes widened a bit when he saw two guys behind two Browning machine guns , the machines that shot earlier that day , along with four men holding RPG's .

"Two . One ."

One of the men shot his RPG , impacting a police car , when the two Browning machine guns started shooting . Faint screams could be heard from the streets .

Harry took a few deep breaths , he counted the bullets in his catridge , eight bullets . He had six heads to shoot , and two spare bullets incase he missed . He examined their formation for a few more seconds , raising the gun and making a few quick shots .

He managed to shoot four men straight in the head , sending them down to the ground . One of the men put his RPG down and grabbed the gun from his belt , Harry shot him once in the chest , then once in the head .

Two bullets left , Harry was about to shoot the furthest man behind the Browning machine gun , when the man turned the machine gun towards him and started shooting . Harry made a quick roll and pressed himself to the wall behind the metal door as bullets hit it , he took a deep breath and changed his catridge to the full one , waiting for the machine gun to stop .

Soon enough the machine gun ran out of bullets , Harry waited for a few more seconds before opening the door and stepping outside with the gun raised . He looked at the men laying on the ground , seeing the last man with his gun raised towards Harry .

"Who are you ?"

"Is it really necessarry ?" Harry asked , slowly walking closer . The man cocked his gun , "Step closer and I'll shoot ."

"You shoot , I shoot ." Harry said , though slowed down to a stop . "Tell me about Frank's deal ."

"What about it ?" The man asked . Harry's jaw clenched ; his answer was a confirmation that there was actually a deal between them and Frank .

"Why would he want to do this to Louis ?" Harry asked .

"If you don't know then I won't tell you ." The man said , "If you ask another question I'll shoot ."

"If you wanted to shoot me you would've done it a long time ago ." Harry pushed .

The man shook his head , "Don't try me ." He said , before shooting at Harry .

Harry was quick , though not quick enough - he shot back at the guy , once in his thigh and once in his shoulder , but got shot aswell - the bullet going into his thigh .

The man fell to the ground and cried in pain , Harry took a deep breath and lowered his gun , looking down at his thigh . "Augh , shit , son of a bitch ." He breathed out in pain , before standing back up and pressing the button on his earpiece , slowly making his way to the man on the ground .

"Dan James speaking ."

"It's Harry . Get every one you can into the room , right now ." Harry said , taking the fewer seconds he had to breathe again . He looked down at the man and shook his head , "Told you . You shoot , I shoot . I need you alive for a bit longer , though ."

"Everyone is in here , they can hear you ."

"Good . Frank ?"

"Here ."

"Fuck you ." Harry spat .

"Excuse me ?"

"I found out about your plan . I found the maps , I found the control room ."

The other line was silent .

Harry took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from under his nose . "For those who don't know , Frank set up the kidnap to kill Louis . I still don't know why , but when I find out , you'd better have Frank as far away from me as possible because I won't help myself around him ."

He then kneeled next to the man , "Your name ."

The man stayed silent , making Harry angrier . He fisted his hand and pressed it down into the bullet wound in his shoulder , making him wail in pain . "I asked , your name ."

"E-Elija !"

"You can hear him , right , Dan ?" Harry asked .

"Loud and clear ."

Harry looked down at Elija . "Talk ."

Elija swallowed thickly . "F-Frank hired us to k-kill his son , promised up three hundred million dollars to get it done . Hundred and fifty million before the kidnap , and another hundred and fifty million after it's done ."

"Why would he do this , huh ? Tell us ." Harry glared down at him , the pain in his thigh making his blood pump faster , angering him further . "Is Martha part of this , too ?"

"Yes ! Y-Yes , they're both in this . They hate their kid ."

"Tell us why !"

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"I will not have a homosexual son ! He is no son of mine !" Frank roard , Martha crossed her arms over her chest . "We were already disappointed when he wasn't anything like us , when it was added up that he likes men it was the last straw . We will not have a gay son ."

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Harry couldn't believe the words coming out of their mouths .

Elija looked up at him , "Now you know , too ."

"Shut the fuck up ." Harry stood up and shot him in the head . He took a few deep breaths before he couldn't hold it in him anymore .

"Are you mother-fucking kidding me ??" He screamed , "You two are fucking awful . I am ashamed to have worked for you . The only reason keeping me from dropping everything and going up there to fuck you up is saving Louis from the people that you paid to fucking kill him !"

He pressed the button on his ear piece to end the call , letting out a frustrated growl . He breathed harshly through his nose and started making his way back to the stairs to go get the bullet out of him .

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"Take them away ." Dan glared at the couple , who were quickly handcuffed and taken into interrogation .

He turned to the special forces commanders , "What about Payne and his squad ?"

"Two of them were shot and one was hit by an RPG impact , so the squad is not complete but they can manage ." One of them , Anthony , explained . "They have Styles in there , and he killed most of the men . We don't know about the rest of them , but depending on his skills , they'll be good ."

"He was shot just now , you saw it from the drone . You think he'll be as good ?" Dan asked .

"With all due respect , Mr. James , Styles took some worse hits while on the field ." Harry's former commander , Morris , spoke up from Dan's other side . "He was stabbed and shot , even dislocated his thumb and sprained his ankle a few times , and none of these injuries stopped him from doing a good job on the battle field ."

Dan nodded . "I understand ." He turned to Anthony , "Tell Payne's squad to get ready , we'll call Styles soon to let him know they're going in ."

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Harry managed to get to the second floor , he took the first aid kit from the drawer under the TV and went into Louis' room to get to his bathroom . He bit his lower lip as he looked around the room , grabbing a picture frame from the shelf and sitting down on the bathroom floor .

It was a picture frame of the two of them , a gift Harry gave him for his eighteenth birthday a few months ago . It was a simple selfie Louis took , of them dressed up to one of the fancy gatherings Frank threw less than a year ago .

He opened the kit , scrunching his nose at the pain in his thigh . He took the knife that was strapped to his calf and teared the fabric open , grabbing a towel from the cabinet next to him and patting away the blood . He took the tweezers from the kit , shoving the clean part of the towel into his mouth so he wouldn't make a sound before digging in to take out the bullet .

It burned like hell , sending painful waves through his nerves . He bit the towel harshly and growled in pain , squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again , taking a few seconds to look at the framed picture before he kept going .

He felt the bullet inbetween the tweezers , slowly pulling it out . Once out he let his head drop back against the wall , taking the towel out of his mouth . He took a few deep breaths before standing up , his leg trembling in pain .

He took a clean towel and put it under the tap with warm water , then sat on the closed toilet seat and cleaned the wound and blood . He dropped the towel to the floor when he was done , then took the picture frame from the floor , looking at Louis .

"I'm going to get you out of there , alive and well ." He mumbled , before standing up and leaving the bathroom . He placed the picture frame back in it's spot on the shelf , he grabbed the m-16 gun with both his hands and cocked it , taking one more look at Louis' face in the picture before leaving the room .

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