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My head pounds as I run into my room and flop myself onto the bed. I almost feel as if someone is watching me but I don't pay attention. It's quieter in here than it's ever been before. Quiet enough for me to hear my own thoughts for the first time in days. I hear shuffling behind the long curtains and I jump, my heart beating at a dangerous pace.

"Is there someone here?" I ask, my voice shaking.

Suddenly, it's gone dark, and I know that I'm not alone.

"Who's there?!" I scream, hoping that everyone downstairs will hear.

"Keep quiet!" a man's voice hissed as he ties me up.

"What the fuck is happening?! Please tell me..."

"I said, keep quiet!" he says angrily, tightening his grip on me.

"Help!" I scream at the top of my lungs, only to get the man's gloved hand on my mouth.

"Will you shut up?!"

I bite his hand in response and he pulls his hand away from my mouth, but he keeps his hands on my shoulders, the rope he's tied me with is digging into my skin.

He opens the window and pulls me fiercly closer to him.

"Where are you takin..."

But before I can finish my sentance, we're out of the window and soaring in the sky, nothing keeping us from the ground. We land as soft as a feather on the ground and I quickly get shoved about roughly.

"I got her, 009, get the van!" the man shouts at a hooded figure inside a van that they push me into.

"Where are you taking me?!" I asked when I'm in the back of the big, black van.

"A screamer, is she?" the man driving the van laughs.

"Just keep quiet, yeah?" the man who took me away (still gripping me) whispered.

I know that voice

I think to myself.

The ride is bumpy and I'm forced to keep my mouth shut with a gun pointed to my head, not exactly the most comfortable way to travel.

"We're here, get her inside and lock her up!" the driver orders the man with me and he throws me out.

He's still holding a gun to my head, but he's loosened his grip on me as he pushes me towards a tall building. He's wearing a hood and a mask so I can't see who he is.

"Who've you get there 0014?" an different man's voice says when we enter a small corridor that leads to several different rooms.

"Most wanted," he replies and quickly makes me walk into a wall after turning a corner. I wince but I don't say anything, remembering that the gun is still pointed at me.

We enter a little, white, empty room and the man sits me down in front of a desk. He stands as security behind me as an un-hooded man with a black beard enters the room and sits behind the desk and stares at me.

"Thank you 0014, you've done a good job today, you make take off your mask and return to your lab," the man says.

0014 shakes his head and stays put.

"Excuse me? I command you to leave right this very moment 0014," he says, angrier this time.

0014 doesn't make a sound and stands behind me.

"Take your mask off and leave!"

0014 raises his hand towards his hood and lowers it to reveal short, dark hair, jelled into place. I gulp as he slowly takes his mask off and places it on the desk right in front of me.

"Harry? What...where's Danny?" I whisper, shaking my head as I can't believe my eyes.

"Good. Now return to your lab 0014, this woman doesn't need to know where 0017 is," the horrible man behind the desk smirks as Harry looks me in the eye, then leaves.

"Where's Danny?!" I call after him, but he doesn't look back.

The man laughs and I glare at him. "0017 is doing much worse than some people, some might even say that he's...somewhere else."

I shake my head fiercly, tears springing out of my eyes as I do so.

"There, there, no need to be like that. Now, do you know why you're here?"

"Harry said..."

"0014," he corrects me.

"0014 said that I'm 'most wanted' when we were on our way here," I say, my hands shaking.

"Ah, that's correct. But surely you don't know why you're on the top of our 'most wanted' list," he smirks and stands up, pacing back and forth. "We've travelled all over London for you, only to see that you never stay in one place. We got it out of 0017 in the end, said you'd probably be home. You weren't home for hours, though. Where were you?"

"Nowhere," I say, avoiding his mean eyes.

He chuckles. "Now then, is it possible to be 'nowhere'? Where were you?"

"I wasn't..."

"Answer the question!" he spits, banging the desk and making me jump.

"I was with another man," I whisper.

He spits again. "No wonder 0017 comes here..."

"HE HAS NO CHOICE!" I scream at him and slap his right across the face.

He laughs at me. "Danny had a choice to go to prison or here, and considering all he's said to you, I don't think he'll have to be anywhere."

"All the things he's said to me?! He said that you would kill him if he didn't show up! I saw the text message you sent him!" I shout, my heartbeat rising with the tone of my voice.

"We knew that you would see that message, Owen did a good job at getting you closer to Danny..."

"Owen's a part of this?!"

"Oh yes, none of the boys knew, only Harry. Then Danny came along, he only thought it was a harmless thing he was doing, until we forced him into telling you abstuff we were going to do to him."

"But why did you want me here?" I ask.

"Your great uncle Eddie once worked for me, and years have passed with agents passing through your family. Your father for example," the man says, stroking his beard.

"My dad? He's never left the house!"

"Oh, but he has. Harry recommended you to be our next suspect, taking as you're professional in the manager department. I think we're done here," he says and pulls down a leaver on the desk. "We'll be needing to use you, dear, goodbye."

The next thing I know, I'm going down a fast lift that was once the ground I was standing on. This still makes no sense at all.