Grant's POV

Jezebel was okay after her battle with the guards, by okay I mean moderate bruises and cuts. But from now on we must always have each other's back. Due to the recent explosion we had to gather at the CIA, lot of people small building. Ironic, it is. CIA is the largest association meanwhile we are cramped. I hurry up the stairs; today is vengeance day. We can't let them, Circle of Cavan, get away with everything. Can we? I am early because the place is empty; naturally I take my time and feel free to snoop around. The three investigation agents are called Agent R. Mackenzie, Agent J. Brown and Special Agent Rower. Level 15 through 20 clearances, not bad, certainly beats my 13 level clearances. A door shuts barely audible.
"I'm sorry I'm late; had late night."

"You were supposed to have a long night."

"Not my boss, Hale."

"Since when are we so formal?" I don't allow her to answer. "Jez, we got to go." We exit the building and jump into my new sports car. A Mercedes Benz, shiny royal blue, mint condition the government provided transportation. I just feel pity for the fool who lost the car. It's a beauty just like Bex both beauties in different ways really. I snap out of my reverie as I drive closer to the training-slash-official-slash-meeting-slash-zone. I stop yards from the parking.

"Before you get out of the car two things: you're with me at all times and stay out of sight."

"'Kay. If I'm seen no one finds out." Discreetly pull her gun to prove her message. I nod to approve. And I park the car in reverse in case we need a speedy get away. I climb out of the car. Adrenaline pumping inside of me because this is the first sign of betrayal if anything goes wrong I could get jail for life, die a slow, painful death and most importantly I will never see my British Bombshell again, especially if I die. I wouldn't be able to kiss her, see her, touch her or feel her warmth ever again. If I went to jail and oddly get out I wouldn't go to her until I prove myself worthy. There are so many things at stake that it must work. It must. I gesture Jezebel to follow me. Using every procedure on the book we go in the buildings. I notice the security officer James in the front door, him just like Bubblegum Guard from Gallagher they love gum.

"Morning James." I toss him a drugged pack of Juicy Fruit.

"Long time no see." He muffled. To Jezebel, whom I knew was watching from behind, I signaled her to wait. Five minutes. In five minutes he'll be out like a light. Emilia was casually standing in front of the break room. To her I fed her a story about how some friend of hers tried to poison her at a club. Of course she fell for it. Now I know ten people will be out of my way. Today's a busy day; a medium sized group of people are waiting for an elevator. After that I don't remember what happened next. All I know is that Jezebel appears in the elevator, when it opens they are all dead.

"I'm good." Jezebel says proudly with gun in hand.

"And I'm Grant and I told you to stay out of sight." I remind her exasperatedly.

"Nobody saw me." She thrust her gun around. Abruptly she stops and readies for aim. "Don't move."

I do not intend to. I'm just going to get out of the way as soon as she shoots. She fired but not at me though. It was Arnett, Ms. Goode's lapdog. Speaking of the devil where is she? Doesn't matter; we press on. The next groups of people we run into are seasoned senior operatives. Without warning I fire at two of them. Then one of them kicks the handgun from my grip. I'm guessing it's going to be hand-to-hand combat. I dodge the attacker first blow.

"It's sad seeing you change, Agent Hale." Rocquelle says I detect bitterness in her voice. I place a firm punch in the gut and push her against the other three agents. I get kicked in the groin.

"Fight fair." I flip the agent creeping up behind me, slamming him in the wall. And jab the man to Rocquelle's right. I quickly peaked behind me. When I told Jezebel to stay out of sight, this is not what I meant. I may be outnumbered but I'm not helpless but it would be good to have back up. And what happened to 'stay close'? Anyway, I break Rocquelle's nose in the action of leg sweeping the same man that I slammed to the wall. Just don't ask how? Then the man that was to her right attacks but I do not let him get away with it. I use the Wendelsky Maneuver along with a kick in the liver. By the looks of it he was a heavy drinker.

"Fair is not my thing." She says. As she says so the pulls out her gun, signals the man to her left. He restrains me. I race backwards to crush him with the wall. Then a noise comes from the ceiling. Jezebel leaps out from the vent and a shotgun in hand. Then she pointed at the man behind me.

"Try it." Rocquelle points at me threateningly.

"Hell yeah, I will."

I honestly don't think Jezebel hesitated when she killed the man restraining me. Because then Rocquelle shoots me, once, under the rib cage. After that I heard a series of gunshots. I knew one of them died. I look down. Blood slowly trickles on my stomach in vast amount. The pain is numb and is blinding and instantly.

"Are you okay?" Jezebel asks.

"Fine." I answer sarcastically. "How are you? I'm shot!"

Townsend chases after us but he stops halfway. I vision was blurry and I was fading away. The last thing I heard was Jezebel screaming at Townsend.

"Call 9-1-1 NOW!"

Cliff Hangery?