~But you've got stars, they're in your eyes~

Hailee and Perrie tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. But Hailee's face had several cuts on it; she looked like she needed medical attention herself. It also didn't help that she was wrapping her hands with tape as they walked closer to Palmer's room, preparing for the fight that she knew there was going to be.

Just down the nearly empty hallway was a storage room. Perrie picked the lock, and they hid in there for a moment. "Scrubs." Perrie said. "Camouflage." The two of them quickly dressed, and that's when Perrie noticed the gun.

"Hailee, you're an idiot." She said, picking it up.

"It's insurance. I'm not a Girl Scout like you, okay? I'm a sniper. Guns are my thing." Hailee snapped at Perrie, who didn't have a word to say in return. Her volatile nature had been worn thin by the events of the day. Her friend's life was at stake. And so was her own.

Hailee was more experience with just jumping people, so she took the lead. Instead of wasting time, she clapped her hand over the first guards mouth, shot him in the foot, and hit his head against the wall. In that time, Perrie grabbed the second guard's nightstick, hitting him in the arm with it. He grunted, reaching for his walkie-talkie, and then Hailee slammed her foot into his head. Now both the guards were out like a light.

"Palmer!" Perrie exclaimed as they walked into the room. But the sedative was still in his system; he was dead to the world.

"Quick, let's cover him with a sheet and run." Hailee grabbed a spare sheet, tucked her gun near Palmer's hip, and they got the bed out of the room quickly. After unlocking the wheels of the bed, of course.

A couple seconds after they set off down the hallway, the alarms blared.

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"We need to fit in. We need scrubs." Zayn said, tugging on Louis' sleeve. The two of them quickly found a supply room. Zayn also took some clipboards so that they looked more official.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Louis kept repeating as his mantra. His adrenaline had taken over; his senses were in overdrive.

Zayn took longer to change, and Louis got a head-start on knocking the dudes out. He walked up, pretending to be serious, and then grabbed one of the cops guns immediately. He hit the first guard with it in the face, stunning him, but not incapacitating him. The second guard was right on it, calling in the attack.

Within seconds, alarms blared. Zayn, his weak self, got into the fray with Louis, who was fighting as hard as he could. Zayn picked up the gun on the ground, shooting one of the guards in the thigh. Then Louis knocked that guy out before turning his attention back to the other guy.

While the two of them stared at each other, Zayn threw the gun at the dude, catching him off guard. Then Louis hit him over the head with the guard's nightstick, and raced into the room. "Louis?" Harry asked, dazed.

"Wheelchair." Louis snapped at Zayn, who brought it over. Louis had the head of the bed raised, and swung Harry's legs over.

"I wanna go home." Harry moaned, on painkillers and very much out of it.

Louis and Zayn placed him in the wheelchair, supporting his arm correctly. "Zayn, you run ahead."

"Side exit. I looked up a map." Zayn was the guide. People yelled at them as they passed, but soon they were outside. A quick jaunt over to the car, and Niall was getting out immediately. They placed Harry in the very back seat; Niall went with him to make sure he would be okay throughout the ride. Louis got in the driver's seat, Zayn in the passenger seat, and they waited.

"Come on." Louis growled, turning on the car.

They kept waiting.