I walked to my office with my head down. Avoiding the eye contact of everyone, and when I entered my office; I locked it. 

I felt like I was betraying my gang, obviously I'm not. However because I am going behind their backs to save Caleb, it sure feels like it. I know Sam, Finn and Tommy would never let me go alone, and that's the reason why I must. I can't danger anyone else from my gang. 

My plan is completed, I have gone through everything thoroughly. Well really only my way inside. I don't know what to do when I get there. But I feel like it is something you have to work out under the circumstances. I have never been to woodhound, therefore I don't have any idea what to expect, so I can't really plan. Now all I need is for Wood hound to kidnap me. 

I know it won't be long before they do. If I know Woodhound they wouldn't want to fail at something. They failed killing me. Therefore for the last 2 days since Monday. They have been watching me, I obviously pretend I don't notice them. 

I expect to be kidnapped today. Which also means I will be with Caleb today. That's if everything goes to plan.

"A, Open the door!" Tommy shouts from the opposite side of my office. 

"I just need a minute" I reply back viciously. 

The door handle stops shaking as well as the angry knocks. 

We were in the meeting room when Sam announced that 'our' plan was going into action this Friday. 

I left the meeting room because I didn't want to be in there while Sam and Tommy were planning. At first they helped with my plan to save Caleb, but now I just feel bad because I am going behind their backs. 

I know that Tommy and Sam would be able to handle themselves inside woodhound but I don't want to take the chance of Finn having to take over the gang at 15 without anyone helping him. 

If I die, at least then I know that Finn will be able to handle himself. I need Sam and Tommy here for Finn. 

I walk towards my desk and open my laptop. I start writing something to explain myself when Tommy and Sam realize I am missing. 

Sam and Tommy:

I am going to Woodhound alone. If you follow me, or come rescue me. I will kill you myself. 

If you don't think I can handle it, then you must not know me at all. If however I do not make it back, I need the both of you here for Finn. 

I will speak with you both soon.

- A

I print the paper off and place it in an envelope. Sitting it neatly on my desk, I leave my office and turn to face the guard on my door. 

"Do not let anyone in here, until tomorrow" I ordered. 

The guard looks confused before nodding. 

"I don't want a head nod! Do you understand?" I yell murderously. If this guard lets anyone in my office before tomorrow, then Sam and Tommy will try to stop me. 

"Yes ma'am" He assures frantically. 

"Good" I walk away and down the stairs towards my car. 

It's 7 am, I will be late for school but I don't care. We started our meeting early this morning, and I know Tommy and Sam will want to understand why I finished it early. 

But for now, I need to go home and prepare for my kidnapping. 

***

I am right now walking the empty hallways of school with a knife in my boot, and my 9 millimeter somewhere inside my baggy hoodie. Along with some other stuff spread over my body, hidden beneath the clothing. 

"Ava, you are late" Mr Foster realizes as I walk through the door. 

I nod simply and walk towards my seat with all the students eyes on me. 

The day flies by quickly and I walk home afterwards. I left my car at home and walked to school this morning, which really did make me late. 

As I walk home I can feel the presence of a woodhound member, watching me from behind trees and cars. 

I brace myself, waiting to be 'captured'. 

Eventually, the man grabs me around the waist. He is larger than I anticipated however I can still take him. 

I expect them to take me to a different location, than the warehouse where I was attempted to be killed. The man pulls me into a van, that had showed up in my fake attempts to break free. 

I am thrown onto the van floor and the loud bang of the door shutting dies quickly over the sound of the van engine. 

I don't beg or whimper. Firstly knowing that the driver and the man who grabbed me won't be able to hear me, and secondly I don't want to look like a bigger fool, when the figure out I am A. 

We drive quickly and we arrive at a different location, way earlier than I expected. 

The van door opens and a man grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards a large shipping container storage facility. 

He throws me to the floor and I look around. 

There are 6 guards. One of which looks respected. 

I squint to see his face in the shadow but it's no luck. His voice echos throughout the facility and I am pulled to my feet by 2 guards as they hold me in the direction of the voice. 

"Why didn't you die?" He asks in a surprised tone. 

"Bullet proof vest Caleb made me wear" I inform, now only realizing that our plan failed majorly. We planned for Caleb to refuse Jackson's offer after I had died, and Jackson leave us alone because he has know one else to threaten Caleb with. 

Thinking about it now, really makes me feel incredibly stupid. 

"Well you are going to die today" The man says, and walks away leaving only 3 guards behind. All of which have large weapons pointing at me. It's very dark in here. But I think they are the normal 9 millimeter however I can't be certain. 

I would think this guy would at least watch or shoot me himself. But obviously he hasn't realized that 3 of his guards are still sitting dead in the first warehouse. They don't know my capability. 

The door shuts and I know I have to be quick. 

I pull one of the guards holding my arm towards me as a shield, which surprises a different guard who only ends up firing at the guard in front of me. 

Quickly, while the guard is shocked he killed his work partner, I run at him with my knife drawn. 

I slit his throat quickly and hide behind a large pillar. 

The last man had his back turned, and when he hears the gun shot of the first guard he turns towards the action just as I hide behind the pillar. 

I hear him cock his gun so I slide around the pillar and pull out a piece of string that was around my wrist looking like a bracelet. 

Catching him of guard I throw the rope around his throat and pull as hard as I can. 

The man drops his gun and frantically tries to pull at the rope around his throat, while still trying to take in large intakes of air. 

He falls to the floor on his knees, and still tries to either grab me or grab the string. 

I place my foot on his back, to tighten my grip. 

He falls down dead ten seconds later.

Not wasting a moment to catch my breath, I make my way towards the facility door and open it slightly to look outside. 

Like I had expected the man is sitting in the passenger seat on what looks like a phone. 

Probably informing Jackson. 

He hangs up and his car starts. 

I look behind his car at another car for the guards. They will see me if I make a break to the mans car. Thinking quickly, I kneel and crawl away from the door to outside, and then I make my way to the guards vehicle. 

Grabbing out my 9 millimeter. I jump up and shoot the 2 guards in the front seats. 

The first car with the man, won't get suspicious of why the guards car isn't following because they know that the guards car, needs to wait for the guards inside the facility. 

I crouch down and stealthy walk towards the first car. 

I need to get inside this car, however the door will alert the people in the car that I am climbing inside. 

The car starts and I think quickly. Where can I hide? 

I get onto my stomach and crawl under the car. Gripping onto anything that will keep me off the ground. I use the rope and tie my waist to the car pipe that runs down the middle. 

The car starts moving and I feel my blonde hair lightly brush the road as we drive. My arms begin hurting, but because of the rope around my waist I can loosen my grip a little on the pipes.

Hopefully woodhound isn't far from here. 

We drive for another 15 minutes and by the time we got over the bridge separating Woodhound from North shore, my arms were aching. But I also felt a shiver run through my body as we pass the spot where my parents were murdered. Shaking my head, I know that no is not the time to recollect. 

We stop at the gate just over the bridge. The car stops and I find myself holding my breath as I over hear the conversation. The conversation which enables me to enter Woodhound for the first time. 

"Open the gate!" A man from the car I'm under orders. 

"Yes sir" The gate keeper obeys and the next thing I know we are moving again. 

The gate clinks shut with a heavy sound as it locks into place. I flinch at the sound. No turning back now. 

We drive up the driveway for another 5 minutes before the car gets driven into a garage. I wait silently for the men inside the car to get out. 

Eventually they do, and the exit the garage through an elevator. 

Dropping to the ground I catch my breath. This garage will have security cameras, therefore I will need to find the blind-spots of the cameras so I won't be spotted. 

The garage lights flicker off, as they are automatic. I am surrounded in darkness, so I make my first move. 

I crawl out from beneath the car and towards the drain grates. Stealthily and unnoticed I lift the grate to reveal the large pipes leading all over Woodhound. 

As I am about to crawl down into the grate, the sensor light comes on. illuminating the garage. Without wasting a moment longer I jump into the pipes and place the grate back on top of my entry point. 

Now this bit will be harder. Now I need to find Caleb, without a map. Woodhound is very huge, considering they have most residents living on the property it will take me a long time to find Caleb. 

If I was Jackson where would I keep Caleb? Jackson would want him close, so he can keep an eye on his brother. So where Jackson will be, Caleb will be.

I need to find Jackson, because I wouldn't be surprised if Caleb is his whole focus right now. He wants Caleb to join woodhound, therefore he will be talking with Caleb daily to persuade him. 

I sit in the pipes and freeze when I hear the garage door open and 2 guards come inside. The guards are talking quietly, so I can't hear them. However they leave just as quickly as they came. Odd.

Crawling my way through the pipes I try and find a different room without security cameras. 

What feels like hours later of crawling, I open a grate and peer around. It looks like I am in a large storage room, to get an idea of how large; 2 storage containers are stacked on top of each other. Then looking around further, there are crates and crates filled with unknown items. Probably drugs, or weapons. 

I sneak up to a crate and peer around the corner with my 9 millimeter ready to be fired if I am seen. 

Noticing that no one is here I open one of the crates and it is filled with polystyrene peanuts. Digging my hand into the peanuts I search through the crate for it's contents. 

My hand freezes as it passes over something cold and hard. A gun? They wouldn't store weapons so close to the garage surely. 

I pull out an AK-12 carbine. It's not a common gun, but as I dig further into the crate, more AK guns emerge. 

I pull out the usual AK-47 and strap in around my chest. Then I move onto a different crate. Opening it up, there is a lot of explosives. 

I think about my options. Do I take the explosives? or do I leave quickly before I am noticed?

Deciding eventually I walk back to the grate I came in by, however I freeze when the sound of the storage door opens. 

I freeze and hide behind a storage container. The guard walks closer to me and stops about a meter away. 

Taking out my knife, I leap out from my position and cut his neck, killing him instantly. However that was a wrong move as 2 more guards I had not heard come in, turn with their weapons drawn on me. 

They look surprised. 

"Put your hands up!" One of the guards yells. He looks a lot younger than any other. 

I am about to attack them, but stop blank faced and frozen as Jackson's voice echos through the storage room. 

Shit.

"Ava? Caleb's girlfriend? How the hell did you get in here?" He asks walking up from behind me. 

He must really be an idiot if he doesn't know I am A. 

"The guards brought me here" I reply, which makes Jackson laugh. 

"Did they now?" He asks to himself.

I stay blank faced, as Jackson walks around and stands in front of me. 

Several more guards as well all have guns aimed and ready to be fired at me. I can't kill Jackson yet. He stares at me in the eye, I however don't back down. 

Jackson's eyes widen, suddenly and he steps away gasping. 

"Are you A?" He asks his voice strained. 

"Nice to meet you" I reply sarcastically. 

I can feel everyone in the room tense, there weapons raised a tiny bit higher and their grips on the weapons a tiny bit more tighter. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" Jackson asks, stepping away from me slightly. Trying to make a joke of the situation, even though I know he is scared of me. I can tell. 

"It really was hilarious putting up this weak girl act, you thought you were so fearless. How does it feel? How does it feel to know your brother was working with the enemy?" I asks viciously. 

Jackson chuckles. "You walked right in here. Right into my territory. I wonder how you will feel to be killed by your enemy, like your parents were?" 

I keep my face blank. My knuckles tightening ever so slightly. 

"Bring her to the basement!!" Jackson orders. 

The guards lunge at me, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me out of the storage room. 

"Wait, till everyone hears about this" Jackson says excitedly to himself. I roll my eyes, he is keeping me alive so he can show everyone that he caught me. Rookie.

The guards lead me to a basement, and throw me to the floor. Sighing I rest my head on the ground.

"Hello A, I was surprised to see you again" The old man's voice, echos through the basement.

I know that voice. 

"This is a surprise I thought you were dead old man" I speak back with just as much confidence. 

The man steps into view and I feel my lips twitching in loathsome. The man; Robert Davies is the father of the old Woodhound leader, the one I shot only months ago. 

Robert Davies. He has always been a bit of a dickhead. He was never a leader, but everyone knew he practically controlled his son's every move therefore he basically was a leader. I only know Robert from the countless times he has tried (and failed) to kill me. He never got close because know one really cared about his plan, and didn't want to risk it after their leader had been killed. 

"Still as witty as ever" He replies back dryly chuckling. 

There is a large scar that runs down his face, from his eyebrow to his chin. He has dark brown eyes, and he is soulless. Doesn't really care about anyone but himself and his dead son. 

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this" Robert says darkly, walking closer towards me with 2 guards behind him. 

"Come on now Robert, it is hardly a fair fight" I shake my head, knowing that he would never let me have a one on one with him because like I said earlier; he is old. I would destroy him.

Robert walks over to me and rolls up his sleeves. 

"Now what did you do to your hair?" He asks stepping up close and running his hand through my wig. 

"What does it look like old man?" I answer viciously, moving my head away from his hand to get his disgusting hand off me.

His smirk falters as I move away from him, however he grabs me by the hair and pulls me up onto my feet. Surprisingly the wig stays on. 

"Everything that happens to you up until your death will be because of what you did to my son!" Robert yells in my face, before driving his fist into my stomach. 

I fall to my knees, trying to catch my breath. My stomach aches and I continue breathing heavily. 

Don't let your enemy's know they effect you. 

"You call that a punch?" I ask chuckling. Still facing the ground. 

I can feel the deathly glare of Robert as I stand back on my feet and look up at him. 

The guards come at me, and before I can defend myself the guards grab my arms and hold them behind my back forcefully. 

Robert chuckles, as he sends another fist at my face. My nose crunches under his knuckles and I feel the blood run down my face. 

I struggle, wanting to hold my nose, to stop it from throbbing. However that doesn't happen because my arms are still tugged tightly behind my back. 

Robert grabs my hair once again, except this time the wig falls off. 

He looks surprised before smirking and throwing my wig to the ground. 

My brown hair falls from it's up high position under the wig. 

"So unusual you are" Robert exclaims, taking another punch at my face. I want to shield myself, but my arms are still behind my back. 

I sigh and wait for this to be over, before I can plan finding Caleb and escaping this hell hole. 

After however many more punches and kicks, I am numb. 

Only when I begin going in and out of consciousness does Robert stop and speak to the guards. 

"Take her to the cell!" He ordered. 

I feel myself being dragged and then thrown onto the ground of what I assume is the cell. 

When I dazedly look around the cell, I see Caleb's widened eyes and then him rushing over to me. 

But I lose consciousness as he reaches me. 

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CLIFF HANGER!! Boom

Sorry about the wait for this chapter, I wasn't sure how I wanted Ava's plan to play out. 

LOVE YOU ALL 

Xx

 (Caleb's POV next chapter...)