Born for Royalty

Chapter Thirty-Two

I was going to make you all wait longer, but then my life is just getting ever busier so I decided I shall update and leave you hanging somewhere else and not at the awful cliffhanger before. 

Before you continue, to be honest when I started I had a perfect plan  of the story but as I started writing the story took a life of its own, guess it didn't like to be held down, now I am torn, do I go with my original or the story's wants?

So don't get too hung up on any of the characters (should I have said that, probably)

He had a gun, he had a gun, oh lord he has a gun, can I have it?

God Isandra can you just concentrate?

The handle of the car was digging into my skin, and not to mention the sharp edges of the glass that was still in the window, I was sure I had a few bruises already. It didn't help he was blocking my view, what the hell was going on. 

I pushed his hand off my waist which must have been awfully uncomfortable for him to bend his hand at that angle and stepped aside, what just happened? I was still dazed.

"Let's go," he said.

"What about -,"

"The car is bullet-proof and it's duel locked, he knows how to drive," and he did because the car sped off and I nearly fell leaning on it.

A hand stopped me from falling wrapping around me and for once I accepted it.

"Jesus you're an agent," I muttered after a very long moment, I was getting slow.

"Well duh," said Eden shoving something into my hand, alright no need to be an arse, I looked down at the gun, yay I got the gun.

"That was close," I said.

"No, it hit your window not his, they have terrible aim," I followed Eden as he went towards where the bullet came from.

He was right, it was no where near him, it was a close call to me. Jesus this is why you always have your gun, rule one and you failed.

If he knew why didn't he let me go back-maybe because you never told him. My thoughts were swimming a million miles per hour, which was bad, I wasn't focused. How was he an agent, sure I knew he was dodgy, actually this explained a lot, especially the bruise on my face.

Back to training.

Clear your mind, listen to sounds, kill anything that moves.

In moments I was switched on catching up to Eden in no time, and then I headed my own way as he walked straight. It was a smart move, the bullet may have come from that area, but if you wanted to assassinate someone successfully, you don't stay in that area.

I walked by the cars and turning to see where ours had been, the angle. If they shot from the only trees near this airport, then they had to make a get away. The other side was planes, to risky to be running on a plane air strip.

This side was cars.

I looked at the road, trying to make out burn marks but it was hard in just the moon light.

I paced myself, letting my eyes and nose do the searching, where was the gunpowder smell, so fine and soft it was nearly undetectable.

Nearly because I saw it.

I bent down picking it up, gold, I turned it over in my hand.

"Did you find something?" I looked up.