Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Rookie Blue.
Author's note: This is purposely short and vague. More shall be explained next chapter. ;) Although I must warn any potential readers that updates may be sporadic.
"Man, what are we doing here anyway?"
A hand reaches out to swat at the owner of the complaining voice, a sandy-haired man in the passenger seat. "Quit your whining. We're just carrying out boss's orders," the driver retorts.
A dark-haired man in the back speaks up. "And where exactly is here anyway?"
The driver, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, rolls the car to a stop in front of a rundown building. "You'll see," he smirks as he steps out.
The other two follow suit. "The mystery act never does get old, Johnny," the dark-haired one says dryly.
Nodding in agreement, the blonde adds, "Yeah, why you always gotta keep us in the dark?"
Johnny only grins. "Don't get your panties in a twist, Robbie. This is gonna be good," he says, and he opens the building's door, which lets out a loud creak.
After a wary moment of hesitation, Robbie and the dark-haired man enter as well. There doesn't appear to be much activity on the first floor, so Johnny leads them up an old, winding staircase.
"Come on, Johnny, at least give us a hint," needles Robbie while they walk down a long corridor on the second floor.
A flicker of excitement gleams in the older man's eyes. "Well, let's just say we're dealing with the best of the best, the top of the food chain, my friends."
His words cause the dark-haired man to halt abruptly in his tracks, and Johnny nearly crashes into him.
"David! What the hell, man?"
David clears his throat and does his best to not look uncomfortable. "You, uh, you're not talking about Anton Hill, are you?"
Eyebrows jumping up in surprise, Johnny gives a short nod. "How'd ya know?"
With a chuckle, David resumes his cool composure. "You kidding? I mean, who hasn't heard of him? Like you said, he's at the top of the food chain," he says easily.
"That was some reaction," scoffs Robbie.
"Yeah, well, guess I just wasn't expecting we'd meet the guy. Apparently he's pretty elusive."
Johnny grunts thoughtfully. "Exactly. Who knows if he'll really show? Don't worry, though, boys. I'll do the talking; you just stand there and look pretty."
Mind racing, David says quickly, "You two go on. I'll, uh, I'll catch up in a minute. I gotta do something real fast."
They send him strange looks but don't press the matter. As they head in the opposite direction, Robbie glances over his shoulder. "I'll tell your hero you say hi!" he calls condescendingly.
"You do that." David frowns while watching them leave. Once they disappear around the corner, he drops his guard—the one thing he never, ever allows himself to do—and leans forward with his hands on his knees. His breathing picks up as the panic starts to set in. He can't be here. He can't. He'll be dead in a second if Hill sees him here.
The question is, how does he get out unnoticed and, more importantly, unscathed?
He's so immersed in his thoughts, however, that he doesn't hear the sound of footsteps softly approaching from behind him. It's the ominous, telltale click and the barrel of a gun against his head that finally snaps him back to reality.
"Don't. Move."