AN: Finally! After so many weeks of not updating, I've given you the fourth chapter. Thank's for the guys who've posted reviews and followed/favorite this story. I'm touched and I'm glad my effort is appreciated OTL thank you so much guys! Enjoy~
"Keep moving forward, bastard."
"Lovi... I can't... make it."
"I don't care just move!"
"But it's so hot in here..."
Antonio fanned himself with his hand as he was crawling along with Lovino. Lovino groaned and glared at the Spaniard to move forward. He couldn't believe it. He was going to be stuck on a mission with him. Lovino felt like killing himself. He was crawling in an air vent tunnel with the Spanish bastard. And among all of the members of SP, why was Antonio his partner? He glared at Antonio while they continued crawling on the air vent tunnel.
Oh, why were they in the air vent tunnel you ask?
It was because their fucking 'suspect' will be "monitored" in the house and the best option was to "monitor" him from above. Why the heck would you "monitor" someone in the house? Why couldn't it be outside where it's fucking wide enough to spy on someone? Lovino grimaced as he thought of this and then went back to glaring at Antonio, who was crawling in front of him.
Suddenly, Lovino gave a horrified face while he was crawling.
He was facing Antonio's arse. Antonio's sweaty and surprisingly big arse was moving near Lovino's face. Lovino felt disgusted and really felt like aborting the mission and leaving the Spanish bastard alone. He decided to ignore the moving butt before him but he couldn't. The butt was too close for Lovino's face, which made him feel very uncomfortable. When Lovino was about to tell Antonio to move faster, Antonio halted.
This made Lovino's face crash unto Antonio's butt cheeks. Lovino stammered back and his face was changed into a dark shade of red. Antonio flushed as he felt the smaller man's face bump unto his butt. He turned his head and found Lovino covering his face. Antonio laughed and Lovino continued scowling at him with his flushed face.
"I'm sorry, Lovi. I didn't mean to do that." Antonio apologized and chuckled at the same time.
"Watch where you're going next time, bastardo." Lovino spat.
"Okay," Antonio smirked and jerked his chin, "I found some light."
Lovino recovered from his embarrassing moment and looked at where Antonio was pointing to. There was a small window in the tunnel that glowed with light. Lovino decided to crawl towards it and Antonio followed.
Antonio and Lovino peeped from the window. Below them was a room with cream white sofas with… neon pink pillows? Lovino felt like gagging at the sight of it. What bastard would design his house with pink pillows? The suspect was probably an idiot, Lovino thought.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a slamming door followed by footsteps. Antonio bobbed his head to observe closer. Their 'suspect' arrived. She was holding a pink cellphone while she was playing with her pink painted nails. Wow, was she a fan of pink.
Wait... that isn't a she.
Antonio scrutinized through the window and was taken aback. That she was a he. He was talking on the phone with an annoying accent. The accent that the girls from the movie, Mean Girls, use. Antonio was a bit confused whether he should be amused or disgusted. Lovino, who was giving a confused expression like his, continued to observe beside him.
"So, like, I told him that we should hang out," The 'suspect' said to his caller, "but then he, like, totally said he was busy. Totally uptight, much?"
The suspect stayed silent while analyzing his nails and then responded, "Like, yeah girl. Talk to you later."
The pair sighed in relief as their 'suspect' ended the call with weird kissing noises. He left the area and the sounds of footsteps became faint. Antonio gestured Lovino to follow him and they crawled to the next passage in the tunnel. They saw another window and peeped through it again. Lovino thought this was tiring. Why couldn't he just go to him directly?
That's a perfect idea.
Lovino tugged Antonio's sleeve, "Hey, bastardo, I have an idea," he said, "I'll try calling him to go outside and then you pretend to be someone else."
Antonio frowned, "but how do we get his number?"
Lovino suddenly took out a rope from his pocket. "Get his phone then."
Antonio asked with a confused expression, "how?"
Lovino face palmed. This is why he hates being on mission with him. He grabbed a suction device from his other pocket and tied it on the rope. It was a good thing he bought these along with him.
He is so fucking smart.
Antonio, being the idiot he is, snapped his fingers when he realized Lovino's plan. Lovino scowled as he tossed the rope to Antonio. He gripped on the rope and let the suction device face downward.
"Wait for my signal to release it."
Antonio nodded. Lovino first observed their 'suspect'. He was scavenging for food on his refrigerator while singing the chorus of a famous pop song. Lovino found it so hard to not laugh at his 'suspect'. He signaled Antonio by flipping his middle finger at Antonio's face. Antonio nodded gleefully and carefully lowered the rope.
"Lower," Lovino commanded.
"But, Lovi, I'm afraid if it won't get stuck-"
"Do you believe me or not?"
Their argument ended when they heard the sound of the fridge close. Lovino furiously gestured Antonio to raise the rope. He did this rapidly before the 'suspect' would notice. Lovino clicked his tongue. Looks like it won't be easy to grab the phone. Unless…
Lovino suddenly reached at his side pocket and grabbed a tomato. He punched a hole on it using his fingernail and let the hole face the window. Antonio was about to question him until Romano squeezed it. Drips of tomato juice fell on the carpet which made the suspect startled.
"Oh, god, I thought I totally killed all the rats last week," their 'suspect' complained while looking up. He muttered something about his carpet and went off somewhere. Lovino chuckled at his plan and then demanded Antonio to drop the rope. Antonio lowered it and the suction device touched the phone.
"Yes," Antonio said with a concentrated expression and his tongue stuck out.
He lowered the rope a bit and miraculously, the phone stuck to it. Lovino warned him to pull faster and he did. Lovino grabbed the phone from the suction device and he scrolled through his contacts. He dialed his number which was titled "My #". He smirked and ordered Antonio to place it down. He quickly did this and with perfect timing he heard footsteps. He pulled the rope up and Lovino moved further away from the window. He covered the side of his mouth while belling their target's phone.
Suddenly, a ringtone was heard from below. The 'suspect' arrived with a rag and grabbed his phone.
"Like, hello, this is Feliks." Their 'suspect' greeted.
"Good day, monsieur" Lovino said in a strange French accent, "we would like to inform you that your delivery for your French hairspray would be delayed."
"Oh no! I thought I, like, ordered for Scandinavian nail polish!" Feliks gasped.
Lovino didn't know his bluff would cover him. Not to mention, he finally used his French accent in a mission. It must be his lucky day. He signaled Antonio to go outside. He swiftly tossed a jacket and a hat to Antonio and demanded him to go down. Antonio nodded and crawled out of the tunnel. Lovino sighed.
"Anyways, monsieur, one of our employees would like to discuss this issue with you. He is currently waiting outside your house," Lovino said to the phone in his French accent.
"I'm totally coming outside," Feliks said. A doorbell rang and Feliks his phone while placing his rag on the kitchen sink. Lovino crawled to the other side of the tunnel in order to follow Feliks. He made it in time to see Antonio with his disguise and Feliks inviting him to go in. Poor bastard, he looked confused the moment he was invited to the sit on the couch. Lovino enjoyed his misery and watched closely through the window.
"So, I, like, ordered Scandinavian nail polish but your buddy I totally ordered French hairspray. Can you totally cancel that and, like, make it to the one I wanted?" Feliks ranted.
Antonio laughed nervously. "Si, I can do-"
"Oh wait! Can you, like, recommend me to some of your mascara?"
"Umm… you can try the Beso de Tomate…?"
Feliks clapped in delight. "I totally never heard of that, but I'd, like, totally try it."
Lovino grimaced. Antonio wasn't helping at all. He had to start a conversation related to the Suspect #3079. He couldn't wait any longer. He slowly opened the window of the air vent tunnel. Antonio noticed the window open. He had an instinct when he could feel Lovino's presence which pretty much disturbed Lovino. Lovino mouthed something at him and the Spaniard nodded knowingly. Lovino gave him a glare as he returned inside the tunnel and placed the window. Antonio nodded and turned to look at Feliks, who was still ranting about his order.
"Excuse me, señor, I'll do something about the order but in the meantime," he crossed his legs and grinned, "may we just talk?"
Feliks nodded. "Alright, but you have to totally order that Beso de whatever for me."
Lovino face palmed. He didn't expect the Spaniard to be so straight-forward. However, his straight-forwardness did work… for the first time.
Feliks began. "I know you, like, wanna rest a bit. Right, Mr…"
"Garcia. Davito Garcia." Antonio lied.
"Wow, how Spanish! I like, totally love your name, Mr. Garcia."
"I like your… um… nail polish!" Antonio tried to cope up with him.
"Thanks. I totally paid a lot for it."
Antonio sighed mentally. If he doesn't ask him questions soon they will fail this mission. Now, that he looked at Feliks, he doesn't seem to be a criminal mastermind but looks can deceive. Like the first time he met Lovino. He appeared innocent and friendly at first only to realize he cursed like a whirlwind and was very unsociable. But, that never stopped Antonio from approaching him. He looks cute when he pouts!
Antonio… focus, he thought.
He snapped back to reality and then decided to change the conversation. He had to do this. For Lovino's sake… no… for their sake.
"So, did you hear about the robbery at Nightingale Museum? The Museum that's just at downtown," Lovino began.
"I totally did. I mean some of my girls said that there was some strange dude who, like, stayed a long time in the museum. I mean, like, during night hours."
Antonio's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Totally, they said he was cute."
"Umm... Okay?" Antonio tried to hide his disgust but he was glad he found evidence. No, not how handsome but something about that.
"What did he look like?" Antonio asked.
"Well, the girls said he wore this weird cowboy hat that they couldn't see his face. But they said he sounded really handsome when he talked," Feliks answered while blowing at his nails.
"Were you with them at the night they met?" Lovino shuffled from above to hear the response.
Feliks responded, "I wish I was, like, totally with them but I was hanging out with my buddy, Toris."
Antonio analyzed Feliks's statement. The wave patterns, the pause and the tone. He clicked his tongue. Feliks wasn't guilty. He knew it would be lie by identifying with those three things.
Antonio decided to close their conversation by holding out a hand. "Anyways, I'm running late. I'll deliver them, muchos rapidos."
Feliks shook his hand. "I don't know what you just said, but okay! Deliver them!"
Lovino grimaced. All of their efforts were gone when Feliks answered the question, with no guilt. He cursed under his breath and crawled out of the tunnel.
Antonio was outside the gate and turned as he saw Lovino's head bob out of the air vent's entrance. Lovino flipped and landed on his feet. He sneaked outside of the gate and sat beside Antonio.
"Shit, he's not the one. I can tell." Lovino muttered.
Antonio pulled a smile to keep the atmosphere better. "It's alright. We'll catch that darn suspect," he patted on Lovino's head, "let's just report to HQ about this."
"Let go of my head you bastard," was all Lovino said.
Roderich rapidly paced at the museum. Elizaveta and him were on a mission to investigate at the Nightingale Museum. They followed the security guard who led them to the monitoring room. The moment they entered, two other guards sat in front of the multiple monitors. They exchanged handshakes and greetings.
"He's here to look at the scene of the robbery," the guard who led the duo said, "He's the chief of the police department and the lady is his partner."
The other guards exchanged looks and nodded. Immediately, Roderich and Elizaveta sat on the chairs. Roderich pressed the play button at the recorded scene. The video played and noticed the red Harley Davidson Motor, again. He scrutinized and noticed the driver of the motor dropped something. Elizaveta also noticed this and ordered him to replay it. They paused exactly at the scene where the item dropped from the motor.
"Oh, that?" The second guard realized, "I've got that it with me here."
The pair exchanged looks and simultaneously nodded for the evidence. The other guard got a small plastic bag from the corner of the table. He gave it to Roderich.
Suddenly, Roderich and Elizaveta's eyes sparkled in delight.
I love placing cliff hangers! But this one wasn't good though. Anyways, I bet most of the Spamano fans might have loved this. Especially the first part, those dirty minds can really get what I mean right? And I just felt like using Spain's arse for this chapter. I bet you guys already guess who's suspect #3079. No kidding, it's kind of obvious. Anyways, I hope you guys can wait patiently for Chapter 5 because... well.. I'm awfully busy. Thank you for baring with me!