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“Zayn, hey.” Niall climbed onto the bar stool. “How are you?”
The man smiled, “Niall.” He picked up his drink. “Can’t say I’m bad –and yourself?”
The blonde played with the edge of the table. “Eh, I’m fine. Exhausted is all.”
Zayn lowered his glass, “have you been sleeping?”
“Uh, yeah –yeah, I have. Last night just didn’t go too well.” He placed his hand on the wooden table. “NYW was at our hit up.”
Zayn arched an eyebrow setting his drink down. “It’s happened before. What’s so different about last night?”
Niall sighed sitting up straight. “Everything was fine but I guess they had other motives?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “They killed a pregnant mother –the kid was there.” He smiled sadly. “Honestly, it was ridiculous.”
Zayn sat back, arms crossed. “That’s awful.” He sucked on his lower lip. “Do you know why? I mean,” He leaned forward. “That’s a little odd for them –they don’t do that.”
“I don’t know,” Niall looked at him. “Louis was so angry after. It was Darien.” The blonde cut his eyes at the memory. “He was the one who shot her. Louis’s low but not that low.” He shook his head. “We ended up helping them though –Louis had the kid with him. The house fucking blew up.”
Zayn covered Niall’s hand with his own. “Relax.” Niall nodded once. “One day at a time.”
“I wanna get out of it, Zayn.” Niall squeezed his hand into a fist. “I can’t sleep, I can’t think. I’m almost twenty-five –fuck. I want a family.”
“You know you if you talk to Anne she’ll listen.” Zayn shrugged, “shit, talk to Harry.”
“No.” Niall moved his hand from under Zayn’s. “That’s my only family. It’s not that easy, Zayn, and you know that. I do like my job –I do. It’s just starting to fuck with me.”
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“This way.” Louis pressed the small walkie-talkie on his chest. “Liam?”
“Louis.”
“Hey,” He looked up at the building his cousin was sat. “How’s it look?”
Liam was silent for a moment. “Two guards, see them? –Also cameras.”
“How many?”
“Eight, just in the front.”
Louis turned back to his team. “Eight cameras –Flow, turn them off.” The short woman quickly pulled her computer from her backpack before getting to work.
“Li?”
“Louis.”
“Kill them both, keep it quiet.”
“My specialty.”
Louis kept his eye one on guard as he fell sloppily to the ground. The second one had two seconds to react before he fell beside his companion without a sound.
Two
Louis glanced back at Flow. “Done?”
She shook her head quickly. “Two more. –Jesus, this guy is crazy with the cameras. He has like six in the back.”
“They’re going to notice.” Darien fixed the assault rifle on his shoulder. “What happens when they come outside?”
Louis snorted at him. “You kill them. Is that not your fucking job?”
“Done.” Flow closed her laptop quickly, putting it in her bag.
Louis looked up at Liam, “are they coming?”
“Yep, they’re coming. There are five.”
Louis held his gun close and silently stalked forward, motioning the other two to follow “Take them out. We’ll run in when you give me the signal.”
“There’s a gate, Lou.”
Louis’ hand’s felt sweaty. “How tall?”
“Maybe nine feet.”
He took a deep breath. “That’s fine –we’ll hop it.”
Louis motioned two fingers at the gate. “Jump the fence, shoot your way in.” He looked at them. “Shoot anyone who shoots at you.” He looked at Darien. “Upstairs, all the way down –double doors. Find the safe, we’ll kill Christopher. The wife and child live. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Flow?”
“I’m in the closet.”
“Set. –Liam?”
“Go.”
Louis ran towards the gate, over the two dead bodies. He put his rifle around his arm and took a step back before bouncing off the sidewall and pushing himself over the large golden gate. His legs were stiff for a short moment before he made a move. The two followed with ease.
He held up his hand and slid through the opened door slowly. He peeked inside, “there are –one, two, three... –nine.” Louis whispered to his team.
“Louis,” Liam sang. “Now.”
“Go.” He ran inside after his cousin’s command. Louis spun around quickly, shooting three men down.
Three
Darien climbed the stairs, backwards. He shot down four men before disappearing upstairs.
Seven
“Flow!” The girl ran to the closet quickly, closing it behind her. Louis hid behind the living room wall as the party of guards shot at him. Louis took a deep breath before pulling a grenade off his body. He crouched down, moving slightly to not get clipped. He pulled the pin, tossing the small object behind the wall and held his ears. The explosion was small but enough to take out the last of the guards.
Louis peered out, carefully walking out with his gun close. He swatted the smoke from his face when it clouded his vision.
The mafia boy kept his body low while walking through the thick smoke. He pulled the knife from his boot, sliding the gun on his shoulder. “Li?”
“I can’t see shit, too much smoke.”
Louis’ eyes did their best to see through the ruble. He choked as he was tackled suddenly from behind causing the gun to slide off his arm.
“Fuck!” He sliced at the body with his pocketknife, only catching air. The body climbed off of him, clearing the white smoke slightly. Louis crawled in search of his gun to only be pulled back by the ankle. He rolled on his back, catching glass and rocks in his skin. Louis sliced at the figure, smiling when he finally caught a scrape of skin. Was it a guard?
He stabbed, scooting back when the hand let him go. Who was this guy? A large hand wrapped around his throat, shoving him backwards and onto a familiar object. He groaned, arching his back off the ground. “Oof, found my gun.” He rolled onto his stomach in pain. “Li, shoot through the windows.”
“You sure?”
"Shoot through the fucking windows!” Louis hissed.
Louis finally caught sight of the figure’s boots as they ran up the stairs. He curled his head into his body as Liam shot through each of the stain glass windows. Louis covered his ears, “Enough, enough!” The shots ceased soon after. He quickly retrieved his gun, rubbing his back while trudging to the staircase.
Louis slid the knife back into the space in his boot. This asshole –whoever he was, he was just messing everything up. This was supposed to be quick and easy.
He jogged towards the already opened door. Glancing around before stepping inside. “Darien?” He whispered walking deeper. Louis froze when he felt something cold on the back of his head.
“Drop the gun.”
Louis didn’t move until he heard the gun cock. He dropped the weapon, making a loud clack.
“Kick it.”
Louis sucked in cheeks, annoyed. Nevertheless, Louis followed instructions and kicked it away.
“Walk.”
Louis took one step forward but stopped.
The girl pushed on his head. “Move!”
Louis dropped down to his knees, sliding his leg around and knocking the girl down. He pulled the knife from his shoe, stabbing the woman in the leg. She shot blindly, missing him as he rolled across the carpet in search for his gun. He crawled, tapping around through the dark.
“Fuck! Turn the lights on!”
Louis’ hands searched widely for his AK. “Li, second–” The lights flicked on, blinding him for a moment. The assassin grabbed onto his gun that was held under the weight of a large boot. Louis should have recognized the shoes while he was downstairs. He smiled into the floor, “Hello, Styles.”
Harry scoffed stepping on Louis’ hand with his other foot. Louis cringed with a chuckle. “That’s my fucking hand, you know.” Harry stomped on him harder, cracking something that ran pins down Louis’ spine. Louis beat his free hand against the shoe, kicking his feet wildly. “Stop! Stop –ugh, get off!”
Harry bent down, kicking Louis’ hand away and picking up his gun. Louis scooted back, clutching his probably broken hand.
“What are you doing here, Louis?
Louis closed his eyes, trying to divert the pain. “Always nice to see your smiling face, Harry.” Harry wasn’t smiling, he never did. It was always the same stupid expression on his stupid expressionless face. Harry took the bullets from Louis’ gun and looked behind him.
“Jeanna, you okay?”
Louis stood up with the wall’s help. The redhead removed her shirt, tying it around her cut leg. “Fine, where’s Niall?”
Louis groaned, laying on the wall for support. “Fuck, why are you all here? This was our site first!”
Harry tossed the empty gun at Louis’ feet. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Louis, do you want me to shoot him?”
Louis chewed on his lip. It would probably kill Harry. He’d finally get rid of the son of a bitch. Louis licked his lips. “No, Liam.”
Harry glared at him and then looked at the window, probably seeing Liam in the distance. Louis took the opportunity to grab his gun with his good hand. He ran out the bedroom doors, avoiding Jenna’s bullets. Of course, Harry was the one downstairs. Figures why he couldn't cut the bastard.
“Darien! Where the fuck are you!” Louis ran down the steps two at a time, knowing he was being followed by rounds. He ran quickly from the bullets trying to kill him. “Darien!”
“I’m busy!” Louis ran through and over the ruble from his grenade and out the front door.
“Flow!”
“It’s not there, Lou!”
Louis hid behind a large bush. He moaned in pain as he tried putting new bullets in his gun. “What are you talking about?” Louis took off his vest and pulled his black shirt off. He wrapped his hand uneasily and pulled the shirt tight with the help of his teeth.
“The diamonds are in the bathroom.”
Louis pressed his back against the wall behind the bush. He slowed his heavy breathing and watched Harry look around for him. Louis could feel his legs shaking. It was a very unfortunate tendency that happened when the man was around.
Harry was such a bastard, but Louis wanted him so badly. He was so hard to read, he never smiled or laughed –not of what Louis ever saw –nothing. He was toned and tan and fucking charming.
Louis listened to Harry speak into his walkie-talkie. His voice was angelic; it was rough but smooth. Louis wanted him so badly. He wanted to see how it would feel to be in those large arms, rather than running away from them.
Once Harry was out of sight, Louis put his vest back on, over his bare chest. “What do you mean the bathroom?”
Flow spoke quietly, “It’s hidden… inside the master bathroom upstairs.”
There had to be someone around his team member. Louis picked up his gun and toed to the back of the house. “Where?”
“Inside the mirror.”
“Mirror? Alright.”
“Shit, shit-”
Louis paused, “Flow?”
“Thank you so much, Flow.”
Louis pressed his lips together –he fucking hated Jenna. He heard a couple of gunshots making him stomp on the grass. Goddamn! No one was supposed to die!
Louis ran back around to the front catching Jenna running up the staircase. Louis shot the back of Jenna’s leg watching the limb blow off. She screamed pointing her gun back at Louis who shot a hole through her head. Large blood splatters scattered the staircase.
Louis ran to Flow who was already dead when he checked her pulse. He closed her eyes and then closed his. His head was fucking thumping. None of this had to happen but of course it did. It just wasn’t his day.
“Liam.”
“She’s dead?”
Louis pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yeah. Just let them know.”
“Alright.”
Louis wiped his face with the back of his good hand. He was pretty pissed off, Flow had no reason to die. Louis tapped up the stairs slowly. He stared at Jenna’s bleeding body for a little too long. He spat on her, continuing up the stairs. “Hope the bitch rots.” Louis wiped under his nose. “Darien, where are you?”
“I –in kid’s room.” Darien’s voice stayed low. He was hiding, wonderful. It was one against two. Louis stopped when he heard Jenna’s name being called from her walkie-talkie. Louis took his time to stroll back downstairs. He bent down, gun around his arm, and picked up the radio.
“Jenna, where are you?”
It was Harry, delightful.
“Harry.” Louis leaned against the rail. “I’m so very sorry but maybe next time you’ll warn your trigger-happy cohorts not to shoot my people.” He licked his lips. “She killed mine, so she’s dead.”
Harry didn’t respond at first. “Fuck you.”
Louis sighed climbing the stairs; he wished –he really did. “You weren't even supposed to be here, Harry. –Where’s my man? Where’s Christopher?”
“He’s dead, I killed him.”
“Where are the wife and kid?”
“Next to me.”
Louis smiled walking through the large hall. “Well, that’s two less things I need to do. Thank you.”
“Shut up, Louis. Where are the diamonds?”
Louis walked into the master bedroom watching his back. “I can’t tell you that, Harry.” He walked up to the window and threw it open. He held up a thumb at Liam who held his up.
“Louis, I will kill you.”
Louis sneered, “That would be an honor, Harry –truly, but I really need to get those diamonds.”
“I will kill your little friend.”
Louis groaned, “God dammit, Harry. Why do you always ruin things?”
“Louis!”
Louis leaned on the bathroom door, “Darien.”
“They’re gunna kill me either way, get the diamonds and get out!”
Louis looked inside the large bathroom staring at himself in the mirror, “nope.” He walked to the window and held a thumb down at Liam. “Where are you, Harry?”
“In the kid’s room. Hurry up.” Louis shuddered at his tone. He walked down the hall and turned to a half-opened room. He dropped the radio and walked inside seeing the pregnant wife in the chair with her sleeping child in her lap. The woman looked horrified.
Louis glanced at Darien on the floor, then at Niall. He smiled, “Hi Niall.”
The Irish boy smiled back, gun against Darien’s head, “Hi Louis.”
Louis’ eyes ran over Harry’s motionless form, “Harry, again.”
“Where are the fucking diamonds, Louis? Stop fucking around.”
Louis bit his bottom lip and pointed at the woman, “why don’t you ask her?” The lady’s whole body was shaking. Her husband’s dead body lay next to her. Louis shrugged and leaned on the wall, “she would know.”
Niall sighed, “Louis, where are they? I will kill him. I don’t like Darien very much.”
Louis looked at Darien, “what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t give it to them.” Darien looked up at Niall, “you’re so lucky, little shit.”
Niall smirked, “I am Irish.”
Darien looked at Louis, “just go, Lou.”
Louis looked at Harry, “let him go or I will have Liam shoot you through,” Louis pointed at the window. “That window.”
Harry’s expression didn't falter, “Let Liam know to watch the red dot on his head.”
Louis’ fingers twitched. “Liar.”
“She’s there, Lou.” Louis’ heart clenched. “No worries, she’s in my sight.”
Louis took a sigh of relief. “Harry, I’m tired!” Louis rolled his neck, “This was our fucking spot.”
“No! It wasn't!” Harry was clearly angry. “It is no one’s spot! You pick and you go! If someone tries to interrupt, you kill them! You obviously know nothing about being an assassin, Louis!” Louis closed his eyes; Harry was such an ass. “I should have already gotten rid of you! The only fucking reason you are still breathing the same air as me is because you are the only one who knows where the fucking diamonds are! Now, if you don’t tell me, I swear to God, Niall will blow his brains out!” Harry’s words stopped scaring Louis years ago.
Louis sucked his teeth, “it’s in the master bath-” Darien hit Niall in the gut and pulled the pistol from his hand.
“No! Stop!” Louis shouted reaching out for his teammate. Darien looked from Niall to Harry, who had a gun pointed at him. Louis looked down at Niall who stood up slowly. “Darien, that’s it. Come here.”
Darien moved the gun from Harry to Niall as he backed away. “Louis, I could finally fucking kill them.”
Harry’s eyes never left Darien’s. Louis swallowed thickly. He wanted to. He wanted Harry dead but he couldn't. He couldn't let him die, especially not by someone else’s hands. Anyway, a dead child of a leader would be a problem. Niall –Niall pissed Louis off sometimes but not to the point of death, possibly mutilation. When they were fourteen, they were in boot camp together and their fighting was always evenly matched. But Niall was okay, he didn't mind seeing his face occasionally.
“It’s in the master bathroom.”
Darien looked at Louis quickly, “what the fuck, Louis?”
Louis shook his head, “leave it alone.”
Harry walked towards Niall slowly, keeping his eyes on the enemy, “you okay?”
Niall rubbed his stomach, “ugh –yeah.”
Harry motioned Louis with his gun, “move.”
Louis grabbed Darien’s arm, moving him away from the doorway.
“This is bullshit!” Darien shot the woman in the chest causing the small child in her lap to stir awake. It felt like the world was moving in slow motion.
Louis watched her blood splash all over her infant, covering the child in dark red. And that was the first time Louis saw a different expression on Harry’s face. Disturbed was a good word to use.
Louis slapped the gun out of Darien’s hand, “are you fucking crazy!”
The small boy cried loudly, shaking his mother who didn't wake up –nor was going to. Louis hunched over screaming at the floor, “Fuck you, Darien! How dare you! This wasn’t the plan! Why would you do that?” Darien’s arms were shaking. Louis looked in the direction of Harry and Niall who were no longer there.
The small child’s screams were bouncing around Louis’ brain. “Darien! Godamn it! What were you thinking?”
“Just kill him!” Darien paced the room.
Louis grabbed him by his shirt, “That’s a child! You weren't even supposed to kill her!” Louis grabbed his radio, “Liam! Fuck!” He put his hand against his sweating forehead, “oh my God.”
“Louis, I understand what happened, but cops are on their way. –Not our cops, real cops.” Louis ran his dirty hand through his hair. Louis just needed to think but this boy wouldn't stop screaming! He closed his eyes for just a moment as the gunshot went off. He opened his eyes looking down at Darien’s lifeless body. The boy’s screaming just got louder.
Louis bent down slowly but then stood up. He had to go. He grabbed his gun and looked at the crying boy. Damn. He grabbed the two-year-old, holding his hand as he tried pulling away. Louis took one last overview of the room before pulling the pin on a grenade and tossing it inside. He grabbed the boy roughly and ran down the steps, stepping on dead bodies as he ran. The pair fell to the floor and onto mess as the grenade blew up.
Louis quickly recovered himself and the child, dragging him to the large fence. There was no way of getting over it with a broken hand and this child. Louis pushed against the heavy metal gate, hearing the massive fence barely move.
“Louis, I need to do it now.”
“Give me a second!” The boy held onto Louis’ leg tightly, still screaming and bouncing on his toes. Sweat drenched Louis’ face while he tried pushing harder.
Harry and Niall ran around the corner stopping when they saw Louis. He looked at both desperately, the fence wasn’t budging. “Louis! I have to do it now!”
Louis couldn’t tell whether it was sweat or if he was crying. “Li –Liam, just wait –”
Harry and Niall ran up next to Louis, pushing the gate forward, finally making it move. Once a small crack was opened Louis pushed the boy through and slid through himself; Harry and Niall right behind him.
“Liam, go!”
It was hot and they all fell to the floor, getting back up immediately. It was a bit fuzzy but Louis was sure that Harry was at his side.
Death total:19
Eighteen + mother and unborn child
Mission failed