Army Of Two

You've found me right when I needed you the most. And now we are living on the love that we deserve, and you are going to have to heal me. When will there be time for me and you especially now that I'm suffocating under the borderlines of Canada, who wish to have me as their own? We need to run, jump, and hide because I'm no longer fighting for Simon or for the Angels, I'm fighting for you as you fight for me. Together we are an army to not be reckoned with, we are an Army Of Two. But this time the weather is hotter, the missions more dangerous and the sex has just gotten sweeter.
*Sequel to Baise-Moi*

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5. Substance E, M and L

Zayn's POV

I woke up the next morning with no skin touching my fingertips. I looked to the right to see the other side of the bed bare, except for a single piece of paper.

A note.

Zayn, went out for breakfast with Rosalind. Be back later, do not leave the house. Giselle xx

The window curtains were drawn shut, but I could only imagine the bright California sun on the other side of the heavy fabric. 

I sat up and pushed my legs over the bed. Yawning, I picked up my jeans on the floor and pulled them on. I looked around for my shirt, but it was nowhere in sight. I shrugged and went to the door, entering the hallway. 

The house was quiet, despite the fact there were four girls living here. I jogged down the stairs and went into the kitchen. A note was taped to the refrigerator saying something about Vera and Rosalind going to get some training in. I continued to open the refrigerator and grab the milk carton. When I turned around I was faced with a smiling Alessandra as she continued to eat her bowl of Cheerios.

"What?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "Just you're in pretty good shape--or what do they call it in England, fit or whatever? Anyway have you ever entered a secret agent program before?"

"Thanks and no," I said while pouring a glass of milk.

"Giselle's lucky," she muttered. "I would fuck you--."

"Alessandra," I said uncomfortable. "Where you always an Angel?" I tired my hardest to get off the subject but it wasn't much use, not with the image she was about to put in my mind. 

"I was an actual Angel," she started, "before the agency picked me up. I was a Victoria's Secret model, but before that I was a pageant girl with a black belt in karate, tae kwon do, and other mixed martial arts. I also did gymnastics, and played several sports."

"How did you have time for all of that?" 

"Remember, Angels are picked early, if you are accepted into the agency."

"So it's just something you sign up for?"

"Fuck no," she scoffed, insulted. "We--the Angels--are born into our lifestyle. We aren't given it, but there are some who give their children to the agency. Rosalind, for example. Her mother was a slut, slept with hundreds of men and therefore couldn't pay for a child. Rosalind was in the adoption ring, until Giselle's mom picked her up. Giselle and Rosalind are actually sisters."

"That can't be true," I started. "I went to school with Giselle, I never met Rosalind."

"That's because we are secret agents, you idiot. Even when we were that young we needed to be protected. Therefore we all got separated. Once a year we would come together and train together for a week, then leave and act like we never knew each other again. No, Rosalind was raised in France with Giselle's father." 

"I thought her dad was dead."

"Another cover-up," she smirked. "You really need to stop believing in what she says." 

"So the note," I remembered on the bed. Then the note on the refrigerator. "Did Giselle leave with Rosalind?"

"What? Of course not, Rosalind and Vera are the only ones allowed to train today. Giselle and I train tomorrow."

"Then do you know where she is?" I asked her. 

"I thought she was in bed with you. On that point, you two are very loud, I need to invest in earplugs."

"Alessandra--."

"What?!"

"Do you know where Giselle is? The truth."

"I swear, Zayn. I have no idea where she is." She looked away, but I noticed her eyes widening. "Oh no."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alessandra was driving the agency-permitted car quickly down Sunset Boulevard. 

"She's what?!" I was screaming at Alessandra.

"Since moving to America, Giselle has found herself in more trouble then we ever thought possible. She found this drug dealer at the bottom of Sunset. She's been seeing him for sometime now, and God knows what he's been giving her."

"Drive faster," I said through my teeth. 

She followed my command and sped up the car. As we hurried through a yellow light I saw a police car on my side watching us.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"What?"

"Police."

"Don't worry," she said. "All police and other government issued people, know our cars. I highly doubt he's following us."

I looked back in the mirror and noticed she was right. "Fine but how far till we get to this low-life's house?"

"We're here." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alessandra led the way to the back door of the terrible looking house. It was destroyed and was definitely not a place to sleep in. I knew she had a gun or knife somewhere stashed in her clothing, but I knew I had nothing to worry about. 

She didn't knock but kicked the door in.

"Nice," I nodded with a smile.

"Just one of the many advantages I posses." She continued through the doorway and as soon as we entered the dark building we heard noises. We followed, until I heard Giselle's name. 

"Back for more, Giselle?" It was husky, deep voice that spoke her name. 

"I need substance E, M, and L."

"You're not undercover here, Giselle. Speak the names clearly."

She exhaled loudly. "I need ecstasy, morphine, and LSD." 

"How exciting," he chuckled and I pushed forward, but Alessandra held me back. 

She shook her head. "Giselle knows we're here," she whispered. 

"How?" I mouthed the word. 

She bent her head towards the other room and I looked forward. Giselle's eyes were on mine, squinting with anger. 

"$450," said the guy.

"$450? I gave you $300 last time!" Giselle's attention back on the dealer.

"That was only a week ago. I need to charge more if you need such early refreshments."

"Whatever," I saw her put her hand in her back pocket. She held a couple of hundred dollar bills--American cash. 

She counted out five of the bills.

"I will get Jared your change," the dealer said.

"No, keep it for credit for my next refill."

"Very well, nice doing business with you Angel." 

She bent down and picked up three small plastic bags and then shoved them in her pockets. She headed in our direction, walking past Alessandra, but grabbing my tee shirt and yanking me out of the building. 

"Get in the fucking car," she said to me. 

"Giselle, stop," said Alessandra behind us.

"Shut up, Alessandra. Drive us home." 

I got in the back seat of the car and Giselle got in beside me. Alessandra got into the driver's seat and started the car. The original 'Welcome back Agent Alessandra' rung through the car's speakers. 

"What's both of your fucking problems?!" Giselle shouted. 

"I was worried about you," I spoke first. 

"I left a note--."

"Which was false, because Rosalind and Vera went to training." 

"You still shouldn't have come. Alessandra I trusted you with this."

"Giselle I was worried too. I know you go there, but I wasn't sure when you left and how long you were out."

"I know what I'm doing," she said stubbornly. 

"Why are you buying drugs?" I asked her. 

"Mission," she simply said.

"What? A mission to kill your own body?" 

"No," she looked directly at me. 

"Then what for?" She ignored me. Looking out her window. "Giselle?!"

She looked back at me, "I'm addicted, alright Zayn. I'm fucking addicted."

I was taken aback, "When did it start?"

"The same day I left you, eight months ago."

Ooooh, can Zayn save Giselle anymore? Or is she completely hopeless? I don't know...

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Much love, Morgan xx

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