Agent B's point of view

"We do not speak of last night." I told Calum as I typed on my laptop, attempting to hack into the tracking device on Rachael's phone since she wasn't here. "That didn't happen."

"It was a hug, what's so bad about hugs?" He asked me as he sat beside me. I closed my laptop, not wanting him to see what I was doing, and glared at him.

"I don't hug people Calum. I'm not an affection person-"

"Anymore-"

"And I don't appreciate your band assuming we have something going on." I said and sighed. "I don't hug people okay? It's nothing too personal, I don't like them."

"You know what I think?" He asked and I hummed. "I think you've been putting up this big and bad act for so long, that you convinced yourself that's who you are when you're not."

"Yeah, well, that's false." I said and set my laptop on the coffee table. "I'm done with this discussion. Go see if the others are still here, knowing them, they'd probably take off in the middle of the night or some shit."

"Got it." He said and stood up, walking upstairs. I sighed and then rubbed my temples, a slight thumping in my head that made me want to rip my hair out.

"No no no, go away." I said as another pounding headache came on, the thumping slowly growing into something bigger. "Go away." I repeated and fisted my own hair.

"They're asl-Agent? Are you okay?" Calum asked and I looked at him. I shook my head and he set a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"My head hurts." I whispered and he nodded. "You might need to get the duct tape and rope soon." I mumbled and he nodded.

"I-I have a theory on what it may be," Calum said and I looked at him. "Why you're on and off and stuff, why your head always hurts."

"Shoot."

"You remember how you told me you had some computer chip in your head, kind of wired in to control your emotions and stuff?" He asked and I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut in pain. "Maybe... Maybe that's not all its for?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, unable to comprehend or think about it. "What are you getting at Calum?"

"The chip in your head," he said, daring to tap my head with his index finger. "Maybe it's the reason why you're not able to control yourself?"

I thought about it a bit, but before I could speak, I had Calum pinned against the wall and threatening words spilled from my mouth, despite me not intentionally meaning them.

He shook under me, afraid of what I could do, especially since I had a .45mm on me right now, hanging out of my back pocket. "Agent B, please." He said and set his hands on my stomach, attempting to push me away.

Without my consent, my arm wad reaching behind me for the gun. "N-No." I yelled and my arm froze as I attempted to stop it.

"Ashton!" Calum yelled and pushed me off of him. He ran upstairs and suddenly, I didn't have to struggle fighting whatever had come over me.

I grabbed the nearest object, a glass plate, and then threw it at the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as tears filled my eyes. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried into them, already hearing doors slamming shut from upstairs.

"God dammit what now?"

Why is this happening to me? Who is doing this? This isn't funny, it isn't fun, and it most certainly can't be safe.

I clawed at my scalp and nearly rocked back and forth in my spot. I was so conflicted and so fucked up right now that I didn't even know who was yelling at me and scolding me like a child.

My sadness, slowly turned into anger as I realized, someone was doing this. Someone, who has control over the chip, given, if that's the reason behind this, is controlling me. A human. A living being with a beating heart. A person.

I clenched my fists and then slammed them down on the floor. I looked up and saw the whole band, staring at me like I was absolutely insane.

At this point, I know I am.

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"What are you doing?" Ashton asked me ad I typed furiously on my laptop. "What's that?"

"Tracing the god dammed doctor who put the damn thing in my head." I said, my jaw clenched. "Gonna smear his blood on his walls." I growled, full control over all my actions.

"That's murdering." Ashton informed me and I looked at him. "It's one thing to kill someone if they've done wrong, it's another to kill someone because you feel like it."

"Look at me Ashton," I said, shoving the device on to the couch and grabbing his collar. "I have not felt this vulnerable and this shitty in years. The doctor put a god damn chip in my head and lied to me, he lied to me, about it's use. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same."

"You've killed enough people-"

"And I'll keep killing people until I'm drenched in my own blood." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "Before you question my doing, ask yourself this. If America is so against killing, why would they have several agencies dedicated to killing? Huh? If killing is wrong, how could you punish a killer by killing them?"

He stayed silent and I let go of him. "Now leave me alone. I have a doctor to trace and an agency to leave." I growled and he rolled his eyes, walking away from me.

I took my laptop again and then managed to find the doctor that had preformed the operation. I smirked to myself and saved his business information, from his work building to his phone number.

I pulled my phone out and kicked my legs back, stretching them out. I dialed the agency's number and then immediately gave them my I.D pin.

"Agent B, welcome. How may I help?" A guy asked and I cleared my throat.

"There's seems to be a bump in my mission. Send me four agents ASAP to take care of these four boys, I have personal business to attend to and I cannot have the band running around without someone to keep them safe." I said and he hummed.

"Four? With all due respect-"

"Get four agents in my immediate location or I will call somewhere else, somewhere completely willing to help me out and have my company." I said and I knew he was panicking.

"Fine. Fine. Fine. I'll see what I can do. Anything else ma'am?"

"A helicopter willing to take me up to Spain as soon as the clock strikes midnight. Can that be arranged?" I asked and he said that it could be. "Very well, arrange it now."

"Is that all ma'am?"

"That's all." I confirmed and hung up. Soon, Calum came downstairs and I stood up. "Did Ashton tell you anything?"

"Told me to talk to you. He said you were being bitchy?" He said and scratched the back of his neck. "So uh-"

"I'll be gone for the next few days, don't wait up." I told him and tied my hair into a ponytail. "I have business to do."

"Don't do anything drastic." He told me and I looked at him "You're not immortal, remember that Agent."

"Of course I'm not. Who ever said I was?" I asked and chuckled. "Go to your room. I have a flight to catch tonight and you have new bodyguards for the next few days."

"What if something happens to us?" He asked me, grabbing my arm. "What if something happens to you?" He asked again and I chuckled.

"Then something happens, oh well." I said and he pulled me to him. "You're gonna be fine, and I will be too, probably. Now let me go." I said and he didn't.

"Promise me you'll be safe?" He asked me and it felt weird to hear that after so long. I haven't heard someone tell me that since I was fighting for America. "Agent B? Please, I need this reassurance."

"Sure." I said and he let go of me. "Um, don't touch my laptop and don't be a pain." I told him and he gave me a forced smile.

He nodded and then we stood here awkwardly, looking at each other. I went to the room I was staying in and my eyes caught sight of my shotgun, a twisted smile tugging on my lips as I shut the door behind me.

I grabbed the weapon, practically caressing the wooden handle and metal barrels, sawed off at the ends for a bigger bang. I held it up, opening the barrel to see how many shells were inside of it.

"Fully loaded," I said and then tossed it on the bed. "You're coming with me." I told myself and the picked up my Colt revolver, running my thumb over the hammer of the gun. A click sounded as the chamber rotated and it was music to my ears.

I set it on the bed and then looked down at my shirts and shirt. I shook my head and reached behind me, yanking my shirt off from the back of the neckline.

I threw it on the floor and then grabbed a plain white one, slipping it on. I pulled my shorts off and then yanked on a pair of dark blue ones, careful of my injures.

A leather jacket followed, a black bandana, black steel toed boots, and a knife strap around my leg. I looked in the mirror as I tied the bandana around the bottom half of my face, sunglasses covering my eyes.

I smirked under the cotton fabric, slipping a knife into its holster and then putting the revolver in my back pocket, it's chamber empty. I carried the shotgun myself, making sure to keep my finger away from the trigger.

"Agent B?" I heard someone ask as I stuffed my phone into my right front pocket. "Where are you going?" Luke asked and I looked at him through the mirror.

"I'll explain later. How about you round up the boys in the living room?" I asked and he nodded, leaving the room.

I pinned my hair into a ponytail, mentally debating on taking a pair of scissors to it. Not only would it be a way to harm me, but it won't get in my face if it was short enough.

I bit my lip as I debated it and then nodded, grabbing a pair of scissors from my desk drawer.

I'm doing this.

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That was short but tell me what you think is gonna happen! I wanna see your ideas aha