I do not own Gallagher girls or Cherub.
James Pov
I ran. I ran as fast as I could trying to get away from them. My legs were pounding against the pavement, my chest felt like it was about to explode. I jumped over a brick wall finding my self on the Roseville warehouse lane when I heard gunshots. I felt the blow immediately, it hit my body like I was being punched, the solid metal bullet lodged in my chest. I stumbled up to the fence of one of the warehouses, looking for some way to get in to safety, but it was locked. I was losing a lot of blood. The pain in my chest was unbearable as I slumped against the fence and fumbled for my phone. It was dark and cold out in the late autumn night and my vision was blurry so it took me a few minutes to tap the emergency cherub number,
"Hello, this is mobile zone phone service how can I help you?
"Agent twelve -O- three"
"James, are you alright?"
"No not really I'm don't think I can stay conscious for much longer. Could you just let me speak to my sister." I said gasping for air.
"Of course, I tracked your phone and I'm sending help. Hold on"
The line went silent as I waited to hear my sister's voice for maybe the last time.
"James! James are you ok? What's wrong?" Lauren asked concerned and out of breath like she had been sprinting to the phone.
" Hey Lauren," I strained out the words, "I just want you know that I love you and I want to say goodbye."
"Don't say that James, you're strong, you'll make it through."
"I dunno sis... Bet you regret all those times you were horrible to me, eh?"
"Nope, you are pretty much the worst brother ever." She says with a tense laugh.
" And that's why you love me."
"Yeah right ... James, James are you there?"
Cammie pov
I was having the best sleep I've had in ages; safely tucked in bed at 11:00pm on a Wednesday night when I was woken up by a knock at the door. I groaned, "What?"
"Get up!" my mothers voice exclaimed through the door, "The alarm at the warehouse has been set off and there aren't enough teachers to go so you and the others have to come!"
Ten minutes later my roommates and I were up and dressed in warm cloths; still half asleep, we walked out with my mother, Professor Buckingham and Mr Smith. I was so tired when we arrived at the warehouse. It felt like such along time ago that my first boyfriend had nearly killed my covert ops teacher (who is still recovering from his coma) by driving a forklift through the wall on our training exercise. But as I looked around, the world still seemed like the same place although I knew better, nothing is the same.
A groan came from the darkness and all of our heads swivelled to the same spot near the fence.
Liz crept forward, "Oh my god!"
"What Liz?"
"It's a boy and... he's been shot!"
