The 6th Member

Amelia's P.O.V
I swiftly send my fisted hand forward, hitting the man square in the face, and possible breaking his nose. That distracts him, but I still have 2 other men to fight. The blonde swings forward, missing my face by an inch, I grab his arm and skillfully throw him over my body, and into the brunet, knocking them both to the ground. Satisfied with my work, I turn around and bow, watching as the lights turn on and the faces of many different people reflect through the glass. I know I shouldn't brag, but since I'm the only female fighter recruited to be an assassin, I think I deserve it.

Muffled clapping fills the air, making my chest tighter in pride and maybe a bit of happiness, I've done it. I'm accepted. Finally. I exit the room with my face showing no emotion, but its not hard- blocking everything out. I've been trained since I could walk, how to fight, kill, defend myself. I know just about every way to kill, take out, or even make someone disappear. Me, Amelia Jones, have finally made it into the big leagues.

Harry's P.O.V
Now, you may think I'm fucked up, and well, I am fucked up, but that doesn't mean I can't pretend I'm not. Right? With another hard kick, I send the punching bag in front of me crashing to the matted ground around me. I'm Harry Styles, or known as agent 1. There are only 5 of us, we're what you call the A Team. We take down any threats made to our corporation, which handles criminal activity. You could say I'm the leader of the group, I out rank every member of our team. Our boss, the one who runs the company, had told me we're gaining another member- a girl.

I mean, come on, who wants a fucking girl on their team? Zayn Malik, or agent 3, enters the training room and begins to lift weights quietly in the corner, not even bothering with a hello. The other three boys, Niall, Liam, and Louis and currently out running a few errands I thought they could handle themselves. But for Zayn, I'm having a harder time trusting him, he's too quiet. The doors open again, and in comes a girl about my age, with crystal blue eyes, long light brown hair put into a neat pony tail, and a body just about ever man would worship.

"Hi, I'm Amelia-" she begins, keeping her face expressionless as I cut her off by holding up my hand and chucking darkly.

"You're the new girl? Well fuck, you're just going to drag us down, get out of here." I growl, pointing to the door and glaring at her.

"Yeah, I'm the new girl. And I won't drag you down, more like the other way around." She replied, her voice smooth and her face nothing but a blank slate.

"You can't speak to me that way, bitch." I stand up and stalk over to her, fists balled by my sides.

"Says who?" She smirked, cocking her head to the side and giving me a hard look.
"Listen here, Amelia, keep talking to me that way, and you'll never make it here." I spat, shoving my index finger hard on her chest, making her take a step backwards. The corners of her mouth lift upwards, and in one simple movement, she grabs my pointed hand and twists her body fast and throws me over her shoulder, slamming me onto the ground and straddling me while holding my throat.

"Still think I'll never make it?" She hissed, roughly letting go of my throat and walks out of the room without looking back. I quickly hop to my feet, turning to find Zayn staring at me with an amused look on his face, I give him a harsh glare and he's back to lifting weights in no time. With my hand on my throat, I think about Amelia, her looks make her seem innocent and carefree, but the way she fights, that's something else.

Notes

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