Hamza × Uzair fic part 2.
"Oye Hamzey. Kidhar hai?" (Oye Hamzey. Where are you?) Uzair spoke through the phone. He was in the factory, checking upon the newly produced weaponry.
"Qasim qile pe hoon. Party ho Rahi hai yahaan. Kya ho gaya? Tu kahaan hai?" (I am at Qasim Qila. There's a party. What happened? Where are you?) Hamza answered, almost uninterested. He'd been trying to get closer to Uzair for the past month, but it had got him nowhere. Now, he had to find someone else, and Yalina Jamali had been that someone. Getting her to fall for him would get him into the Jamali house, which in turn, would get him closer to Rehman.
"Kuch nahi woh, akela hoon yahaan, factory mein. Toh socha bula loon. Chal tu-"(Nothing much, I am alone here, at the factory. So just thought I would call you over. You go-) A sudden crash cut Uzair off.
"Hello? Uzair? Oye? Theek hai tu?" (Hello? Uzair? Hey? Are you okay) Hamza's feet rapidly head towards his bike, sensing an emergency.
"Shh. Ye Arshad ke log. Ye chutiye pahunch gaye yahaan. Donga bhai ke saath hai. Siyaahi abhi thodi der pehle gaya. Jaldi aa" (Shh. These are Arshad's goons. Donga is with Bhai. Siyaahi left just a while ago. Come quick)
"Haan Pahonch raha hoon" (Yes I'll come)
Hamza quickly drove past the police cars that has just arrived, cursing himself slightly. That poor girl was going to get arrested because of him.
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The sound of gunshots kept getting louder and louder as Hamza drove closer to the factory. Uzair definitely was in real trouble. He'd have to get in quickly, but carefully. He got his bike as close as possible without alerting Arshad's men. He couldn't have them firing at him.
He walked into the factory, gun in hand, eyes searching for Uzair. The fuse had been hit in the crossfire, only the moonlight coming through the windows illuminating the place. This was going to be a challenge.
As he walked forward, he took his phone out, dialing Uzair, hoping he would pick up. Atleast he'd know where to go. A few rings in, Uzair picked up, just as a man came up behind Hamza.
"Uzair tu hai kahaan? Andhere mein dhund nahi paa raha tujhe" (Uzair, where are you? I can't find you in the dark) The body hit the floor, shots from Hamza's gun hitting the man in the chest.
"Woh jo bhai ke kamre ke paas bada tank hai, uske peeche hoon. Saale ye yahin aake ghum rahe hain." (I'm behind the big tank near bhai's room. These bastards are roaming around right here.) Uzair whispered, hands sweaty, fearing for his life for the first time in his life.
"Kitne hain?" (How many?)
"Yahaan mujhe 3 dikhai de rahe hain. Baaki honge kahin yahin" (I can see 3 here. The rest must be around somewhere)
"Ruk aata hoon mein" (Hang on I'll be there) Hamza cut the call, putting his phone in his Kurta pocket. His mind was racing a mile a minute, if he managed to get Uzair alive and unharmed out of this, he could potentially become one of the most trusted men around here. He moved towards the room, feet light but steady, breathing as shallow as possible.
Uzair, meanwhile, held his breath, trying not to make any sound. He needed just one of the men to leave, he could tackle two at a time.
"Ye saala hai kahaan madarchod?! Dhundo usko jaldi! Bhai ko pata chala hum sab milke ek bande ko nahi maar paa rahe toh gaand phaad denge humaari" (Where is this motherfucker?! Find him quick! If bhai gets to know that all of us aren't able to kill One guy, hell rip is a new one) One of the men shouted, frantic, irritated.
Hamza came up behind the man, shooting him in the head. Uzair moved, coming out from behind the tank, shooting at the second one, near Rehman's chair. The third ran out, shouting out to his men that now there were two of them.
"Uzair. Ruk. Uske peeche bhagne se kuch nahi hoga. Yahaan se nikalte hain pehle. Jaldi." (Uzair. Wait. There is no use running behind him. Let's get the hell out of here first. Now.) Hamza held his arm, pulling him back as Uzair ran behind the man.
"Toh kya poora factory inke hawale karke jaayenge?!" (So should we leave the factory in their hands?!) Uzair screamed out, frustrated. "Bhai ka takht, uspe baithne denge us chutiye Arshad ko?! (Bhai's throne, we should let that fucker Arshad sit on it?!)
"Uzair! Yahaan se nikalke ghar chalte hain. Phir waapis sabke saath aayenge. Tab dekh lenge inko. Abhi nikalte hain. Chal" (Uzair! We'll leave from here and go straight home. Then we'll come back with everyone. Right now, let's leave. Let's go) Hamza dragged him across the room, through the door and in the outer hallway.
Uzair followed behind him, cursing out and grumbling, looking out for any other men. He saw one coming in through the right, gun in hand, and shot him, hitting him in the leg. They reached the door as the man fell down, screaming in agony.
"Meine bike paas mein hi khadi ki hai." (I've parked the bike just around the corner) Hamza scanned the area outside.
"Mein koi teri bandi hoon, tere peeche bike pe baithunga?" (Am I your girlfriend, sitting behind you on your bike?)
Hamza turned around, utterly annoyed, but then his lips curved upward, in a smirk. "Bandi se kam bhi toh nahi hai. Hero nahi heroine ko bachake bhagata hai gundon ke adde se? Waise hi tujhe bhaga raha hoon. Romance chhidne hi wala tha, ki tera phone aa gaya." (Your no less than a girlfriend. Doesn't the hero always save the heroine from the goons and help her get away? It was about to get romantic, and you called me)
The change of expression on Uzair's face, from annoyed to shocked to- was that jealousy? Whatever it was, vanished in a split second, replaced by a genuine smile, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Chalo phir, bacha lo. Mein kuch nahi karta ab" (Okay then. Save me. I won't do anything now) He dropped his gun. "Oye Arshad ke tatton, aa jao. Karlo jo karna hai. Yahin hoon." (Oye you Arshad's little bitches, come on. Do what you want. I'm right here)
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It took me longer than needed to write this, and THEN Tumblr deleted my draft, so this is like, entirely from memory. So forgive me if it's a little on the shittier side.
Also, we might have a Hamzair bike chase sequence coming up, Monica Oh my darling style 👀
Also another request to the people I've tagged already. Tumblr isn't letting me tag any more people. Maybe some glitch with my account. So if you know any more people who would like this, please reblog this and tag them. Please.
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