Disguises Look On Horrible On Me

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello

*We have a mission tonight. Wait by the dumpster*

I blinked as the message appeared in my head and groaned when he punched me in the face.

"Get up kid," the man roared and my heart raced. I was gonna lose the match. I could feel it.

"What the fuck are you doing Po." Aiden yelled from outside the ring but I ignored him and stood up. I couldn't get the image of me learning how to shoot to kill people out of my head and tonight, I was scared of tonight. I stayed in fighting position, my fists crossed and ready to dodge some punches.

He got closer to me with humor in his eyes and I spat blood on the floor of the ring, giving him the best angry look I could muster. He came running towards me with his hands in the air and I got ready to sway my body under his but then he hit me on the head with his leather shoe.

"Ahh fuck!" I cried out and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. My head hurt like a bitch. I couldn't move at all.

"1,2,3," the host counted signifying I lost.

"Po are you alright?" Aiden asked as he hovered over my form.

"Yeah." I croaked and he gave me a hand to grab. Once I got on my foot, I wiped the the blood off my nose and got down from the ring ignoring the boos from the audience. I grabbed my jacket and wore it, hanging my satchel.

"What you did in there tonight shouldn't repeat itself," he said and I nodded and left. I got to the dumpster and waited. Soon, a black car pulled up in front of me and I got inside.

"Hey." Finneas greeted and I ignored him and stared out of the window.

"Well someone isn't in the best mood tonight." Isobel chirped in and I rolled my eyes.

"Heard you lost a match." Noah laughed and I glared at the back of his head wishing he would hit a truck and he would be the only one not to make it out alive.

"Today's mission is in Nuffield hospital." Isobel ordered and my eyes widened as I sat straight.

"Perry Walker. The funder of NIPO foundation and owner of two private hospitals here in Glasgow," she said and I gave her a confused look when she turned to us.

"What has that got to do with Nuffield hospital?" I asked.

"He's there because his wife is delivering a baby in a few hours. All we have to do is kidnap him and bring him to the warehouse," she said.

"How the hell did you know his wife is delivering?" I asked in a bit of shock and Finneas rolled his eyes.

"That's why we have Noah as the smartest guy in our group," he explained and I nodded and rolled my eyes when Noah smirked at me.

"How are we gonna abduct him?" I asked and Isobel smirked.

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"Ew." Finneas muttered as i turned to the mirror to check myself.

"You got to be Kidding me!" I shrieked as I took in my look. I looked awful. The make over was too much that I couldn't locate the scar and burn mark under my right eye. I was in a tight formal black skirt and white button up shirt with a black handless jacket and a brown striped cloche hat. I had a jet black bob-bang wig on too.

"I look horrible." I pouted and Noah snorted.

"You always do," he muttered and I glared at him, my fists on my sides.

"You look great. Better than Noah can ever look." I Isobel said and I smirked at Noah's red face. Ha! Take that asshole.

"We got an hour and few minutes." Finneas reminded us and we hurried into the white SUV.

"This is your ID. Remember you're Fiona Cantwell and you're a growing journalist looking for a great story to write on him," she explained as Noah began to drive really fast. I nodded and took the ID from her. I had a black Bluetooth hanged on my ear and a microphone with me.

"And you Finneas, you know what your job is?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly, working on his video camera. He too was in a disguise. He had a black old shoe and winter coat on. A face cap and big moustache.

"We're here," he said and parked his car two blocks away from the hospital. The street was lonely and there were no security guards outside.

"What about the CCTVs outside the building?" I whisper asked.

"I'll take care of that." Noah said and brought out his laptop.

"Turn on the Bluetooth. We'll communicate with you. And also wear this," he said and gave me a pair of glasses. "There's a tiny camera on it. It'll help me," he said and I wore it and turned on the Bluetooth. Finneas too turned on his own and we got down from the SUV.

"Whatever happens, don't fuck this up." Isobel ordered, her eyes trained on me and I nodded. I walked to the hospital with Finneas next to me, adjusting the video camera. I got into the hospital and headed straight to the receptionist.

"Fiona Cantwell." I introduced showing her the fake ID.

"Right here is Mason Papenbook. We need the room number of Trish Walker. She's about to deliver." I demanded and she checked her computer.

"Fifth floor, room 28. Thank you for coming," she gave me a sweet smile and I smiled back at her and walked to the elevator. We got in and pressed the fifth floor.

"Are you alright? You look a little flushed." Finneas asked and I shook my head no and nodded.

"I'm just nervous." I replied and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"I can't wait for this to be over so you can clean this shit off you. I like you natural," he said, his eyes boring into mine and I found myself lost in it's grayness.

"Mm-mm." I heard a cleared throat and I jumped. I realized the elevator had stopped and a man was waiting for us to get out.

"I'm sorry." I apologized and stepped out with Finneas. I blinked my eyes, feeling uncomfortable with the brown lens Isobel gave me.

We searched for room 28 and we stopped in front of a woman breathing hard and laughing and a man next to her laughing along. I suddenly felt guilty but Finneas nudged me.

"He was the one who raped my mother," he said and my eyes widened as anger replaced the guilt. I was ready to do this.

"Now." I heard Noah's voice in my ear and I shut my eyes and raised my hand to knock.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter