Clary POV
Mountains. That's all that I can see in every direction that I look. It certainly is a change from Maine or New York. It's beautiful, but completely claustrophobic at the same time. The jet landed in an empty field of dirt. Literally. The entire field is made of dirt; no corn, no crop, and no grass.
We're presently walking off of the jet, to head towards the guard compound that Jon is being kept in. we are already geared up, so all that we have to do is walk through the front doors, find Jon, and then walk out. Of course, we will be causing as much havoc as possible, but that will be the fun part.
I look up from taking in my surroundings, to see that a limo has pulled up in front of us. We all pile in and sit for the drive to the compound. I sit down next to Jace and lean my head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.
"Are you ready to get this mission over with, or is it just me?" he mumbles quietly into my hair. I nod slightly and snuggle deeper into his side.
"Absolutely." I mutter back, sighing through my words. I feel him chuckle and squeeze me tighter to him.
"We'll be back in New York soon enough." He says quietly into my ear. I close my eyes with a small smile on my lips and wait for the ride to the compound to get over with.
According to Magnus, the compound is a large office building. It shouldn't be that hard to spot, seeing as the population of Olathe is around 2,000. The buildings are mostly antique, so the large Modern-looking building that sits on the outskirts of town is a dead giveaway. I open my eyes again to take in scenery. We drive through the remotely busy streets, or as busy as a small town like this is, and the limo drives onto a thoroughly deserted road. The dirt and dust creates a cloud behind the car and billows up into the air as soon as we move on. I see a large building in the distance and know immediately that we're at the compound. The limo pulls up in front of the entrance and stops. We all pile out of the limo and huddle around into a large group. Magnus looks us all in the eyes and smiles mischievously.
"Okay, we're going in there, grabbing Jon's lazy ass, setting off my special smoke-bombs, and then we're going back to the car. Any questions?" he states brightly, sounding extremely excited to be destructive. Everyone is quiet for a moment, before Izzy speaks up.
"What smoke bombs?" she asks curiously. Magnus chuckles evilly and pulls out a small leather bag.
"These are my altered version of the everyday smoke-bomb." He starts, only to get interrupted by Jordan.
"I don't think that most citizens have smoke-bombs every day." He mumbles loud enough for all of us to hear. We all make noises of agreement, but Magnus just continues as if nothing ever happened.
"Anyway, I made them better. More," he pauses, as if searching for the right word. "extravagant." He finally finishes, sending a secretive wink towards Alec. He flushes bright red and looks down at his shoes. Poor guy. Magnus suddenly straightens up and starts towards the doors, leaving the rest of us to follow in his wake. As we're walking, Jace catches up to my side and leans towards me.
"How much do you wanna bet that the 'Extravagance' is glitter?" he whispers into my ear, causing y to stifle a giggle into my hand.
"That's a bet that I wouldn't win, because it's basically common knowledge." I state quietly, making chuckle slightly and force a smile off of his face when we enter the building.
We waltz right into the lobby and walk towards the elevators. A lady that sits at the front desk starts calling at us, but Magnus pulls out one of his bombs and throws it onto the ground. Glitter and smoke explode and fogs up the air so that you can't five feet in front of you. We quickly file pile into the elevator and Magnus pushes the button that says 'Basement'.
Soon we are walking out of the elevator; guns ready and aimed. We quickly and quietly make our way towards the storage closet that Jon is supposedly being kept in; completely on high-alert. When we get there, Magnus places a small square device right next to the door handle, and then the next thing that I know, is that the door is being thrown open. I quickly rush into the small closet-like space and immediately see Jon.
He looks horrible. He's sitting huddled against the far corner of the closet and in groaning quietly. His eyes are closed tightly together and his teeth are clenched painfully. His right hand is holding his left shoulder and his hand is visibly shaking. A large bruise covers his left cheekbone and his scalp is coated in dry blood. I hastily make my way over to him and lower myself to my knees before him. I place my hand on his right cheek gently and his eyes open slightly. He releases a shaky breath of relief and tries, but fails, to smile at me.
"Hey. Can we leave now?" he mumbles, sounding physically and emotionally drained. I manage to smile a small smile at him, but it quickly disappears when he suddenly gasps in pain.
"What? What is it?" I ask worriedly. He bares his teeth and clenches his jaw.
"My fucking shoulder." He gasps out. I look at his shoulder in concern and gently pry his hand off of it. I push his t-shirt up and over it, to reveal a black and blue mess. I make sure not to grimace for Jon's sake and call over Jace and Magnus. They gaze down at him in concern, before looking towards me.
"You guys need to pop his shoulder back into place. I'm not strong enough to do that." I whisper quietly up to them, as to not alert Jon of his oncoming pain. I see understanding cross their features and Magnus leans down to grab his left hand. Jon's eyes suddenly open and they're wide with pain.
"Make it stop." He moans desperately, causing moisture to gather in my eyes at the sight of my brother writhing in agony.
I nod frantically at Magnus and Jace grabs Jon's right hand for support. Magnus starts to lift his arm up and pull slowly and I see Jace wince slightly at the tightness of Jon's grip. Magnus continues lifting and pulling on Jon's arm, until I hear an unmistakable 'pop' sounding through the small room. Jon bites his lip to keep in his scream, but a small whimper makes it through the barrier. He relaxes significantly though, when Magnus lets go of his arm. He sighs and leans against the wall, before speaking.
"Thanks. That fucking piece of shit wouldn't let me do a fucking thing about it. I swear to fucking god, I'll go find that fucker and kill his fucking ass." He rants angrily, slowly making his way into a standing position. Magnus snickers quietly, causing all of us to look over at him.
"That was a lot of 'fuck's." he states, thoroughly amused. Jace snorts childishly and grins.
"That's what she said." He coughs out quietly under his breath. I roll my eyes at their immaturity and turn towards Jon.
"Are you going to be okay until we get back to the jet?" I ask worriedly. He brushes off my concern and nods.
"Yeah. Let's just get out of this hellhole." He states, already making his way towards the door. I sigh and follow him, not even looking back towards the others.
Soon, we are all in the elevator again and are making our way back up to the lobby. When the doors open, we walk straight into the sparkly fog. It is starting to dissipate, so Magnus throws down another bomb before we walk through the front doors. We probably look like one of those really awesome action movies. We have the whole explosion, made of glitter, in the background and we just undermined the bad guys. Have a bro-fist. We quickly get into the limo and then we are on our way back to the jet.
Time Jump
When we get to the jet, we quickly shuffle onto it. Headquarters is expecting us to be in New York within the next ten hours, so we need to get a move on. The flight will only take about 4-6 hours, so we'll still have time to go to our houses and relax, before going down to Headquarters and dealing with the Starkweather case. I rest my head back against my seat and let my mind wander.
We've been at this mission for about two months. Hodge will get convicted as soon as we return to New York. He'll be charged with several deaths, including Mom and Dad, and he will be locked up for the rest of his pathetic life. That last thought is enough to bring a mile to my face; earning me some peculiar looks from my friends. I sigh slightly, before facing them.
"Yes?" I ask innocently. They furrow their brows at me, all except for Jon, who is sleeping in the back of the jet, and look at me n concern. Jace must've been in the bathroom, because he suddenly sits down next to me and takes my hand.
"Hi." He whispers with a small, tired smile on his face. I kiss his cheek softly and lean my head against his shoulder.
"Hey." I mumble quietly, before turning back to the group. "So? What are all of those weird looks about?" I ask curiously. They all shrug nonchalantly, before turning back to their seats; that is, all except for Magnus. He eyes me warily, before chuckling to himself. I raise an eyebrow at him in question and he smiles at me brightly.
"I just thought that you should know that Starkweather is being contained presently." He states, officially perking my interest. "Apparently, he tried to flee the country, again might I add, so Headquarters had to arrest him early. They're in court right this very minute. The judge basically already claimed him guilty, but the charges are still being processed. The rich jackass tried to bribe the judge, so he has more charges to be added to the list. He's most likely going to be staying in a prison for the rest of his days." He states, sounding extremely happy. I smile widely at him and nod.
"Awesome. Maybe now that son of a bitch will tread lightly when dealing with agents." I murmur under my breath, before turning back towards my window. Jace wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, kissing the top of my head and allowing me to lean into his side. I turn my head towards him and smile tiredly.
"Ecstatic." I declare quietly, causing him to chuckle and kiss my nose. We settle into a comfortable silence for a moment, before Jace decides to break it.
"We should do something when we get back." He blurts out randomly. I look up at him through my eyelashes curiously.
"Like what?" I ask. He grins lovingly down at me and kisses my cheek slowly.
"Like a date." He states, his voice muffled against my skin. I pause to mock-think, before smiling and nodding slightly, not wanting to put anymore distance between our faces than there already is. I can feel his soft lips travel down my neck and curving upwards into a devilish smirk against my collarbone, where he places an open mouthed kiss. I bite my lip to contain my gasp, because after all, there are people not even five feet away from us.
"Have we ever been on a real date?" I ask breathlessly. His lips pause on their downward path, before resuming.
"Nope, not unless you count going to Central Park at 10:00 at night and then going to a pet-store. Which, might I add, sold blood-thirsty beasts with feathers." He whispers hotly against my neck, his lips making their way back up. "And Oli." He adds as an afterthought. I nod slightly and bring his face up to mine.
"Okay. We should go on a date." I mumble distractedly, looking longingly down at his lips. He notices and grins, moving his face so that his lips are hovering closely over mine.
"Your wish is my command." He says smugly, enjoying torturing me with his lips. My eyes flicker up to his eyes, before speaking.
"Can I have another wish?" I ask, slightly desperate. He nods slightly, his forehead brushing against mine. "Kiss me." I whisper quietly, running my lips lightly over his. His smirk instantly disappears and his eyes darken.
"Your wish is my command." He whispers back, crashing his lips to mine.
Time Jump
The jet pulls to a stop after landing onto the large runway that is behind the New York Institute. We all grab our belongings, and then we are descending the long staircase that leads towards the ground. Our group makes its way into the Institute and through the foyer, to the parking-lot. We say brief goodbyes to each other, before heading towards our separate homes.
When I get to my room, I immediately get into bed. I snuggle down under the sheets, after changing into some sweats of course, and close my heavy eyes. Home sweet home…
Hi. Sorry for the late update. I've been really busy with school and everything that's been happening in my life. I'm so sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I literally sat down and avoided doing geometry to write this chapter. The next one will be longer; don't worry. I just needed a small break for a while. Sorry, again. *smiles guiltily*
And yes, I did use a Pewdiepie reference. :}
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