Anybody any excited as me for McBusted 2015?!
24 Dougie's POV
The next day, me and Harry set out to the outskirts of London, deciding to start slightly locally, to make sure Tom was called out to the murder, or would at least be in contact with someone who would tell him about it. We hung around just outside Harrow, looking around for someone to kill. I wanted to pick an easy target this time, just to start us off, despite the fact that I knew how skilled Harry was.
"I was thinking; let's make a night of this. Go out for a meal in celebration or something." I leant back in the chair I was sitting in, crossing my legs.
"Celebration of what?" Harry asked, turning to me.
"You know, the start of The Great Game. The start of having the best spree imaginable." I explained, looking away from scanning the crowds to look at my assassin.
"Hmm, alright." Harry agreed with a smile, leaning next to me.
"Good, I've already got us a table booked." I grinned, getting up and dragging Harry to the nearby restaurant I'd booked this morning. It was, as I directed, completely empty. Dining with others was never anything I'd willingly do without reason. All those people, useless cattle wrapped up in their own little pointless lives, barely able to think properly. It was all so dull, how they survived I didn't know, worrying about stupid things like what others thought of them, did they look good in their clothes, bor-ing! If they put half the energy they used to think of that into things more useful, like committing their own crimes I wouldn't be as bloody busy all the time... Actually, that was a good thing. I got bored enough with my workload, I would be ridiculously bored if people grew more than three brain cells.
The point was that I hated people, and so cleared out restaurants whenever I went out to eat. Removed the distractions of the human populace from the equation, and got the waiters to wait hand and foot on me. Everything was always perfect when I arrived, because everyone working there knew that I could topple them in seconds if they failed at their jobs.
"Nice atmosphere in here." Harry looked around the brightly lit room, sliding effortlessly into a seat as it was pulled out for him, as was done for me too.
"Glad you like it." I smiled, flicking through the menu, watching the waiter twitch nervously out the corner of my eye.
"I-I there anything I can get you Sir? We have a brilliant vintage 1979 red wine you may enjoy." They tripped over their words, hands shaking as they poised to write my answer.
"Just give me your best meal and wine." I didn't care much about vintages or anything, just that it tasted nice.
"I'll have the risotto I think, cheers." Harry handed the menu back, before relaxing into his chair again.
"Ready for tonight?" I asked, knowing full well he was, but liking to ask.
"Of course I am, can't wait. I packed everything I could in the car, in case of any eventuality for our target." Harry smirked, oh the clever boy.
"Guns, knives and everything?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh. None of the torture stuff though, figured this would be a quick, clean one today. Though you give me the word and I'll have everything we'd need to play with our temporary friend before we dispatch them." Harry nodded, sipping the wine as it was brought over.
"Oh I knew there was a reason why I liked you so much, always prepared for every eventuality." I praised, biting into my meal. It was good, but not the best I'd ever had.
"Well it's what I'm trained for. Just transferred that preparation from saving my life and others to taking them. It wasn't hard." Harry shrugged, taking a bite of his own.
"Fair enough... How many people did you save in the army by the way? I've never asked." I was curious, wondering if his death toll outweighed his lives saved.
"Saved one hundred lives in the army from bombs and other people shooting at them, generally by shooting the armed guy first. I killed forty while out there saving those hundred and then once I got with you that toll has gone up to, oh... I think about one hundred and fifty. To be honest I've lost count and forget which tortured lot got killed and which died of natural causes and which were actually let go. And that's not including the people I've beaten up for you too... God that's a long list." Harry thought, impressing me with the numbers.
"Not bad numbers there. Better than mine for sure." I nodded along, continuing my meal.
"I doubt that, come on, give me your numbers then." Harry encouraged.
"Well directly I have killed with either my bare hands or by poisoning, etcetera, ten people. That was before I got lackeys to do it all for me. So if you include everybody I've ordered to kill then that raises to three hundred, indirectly when you count all the drugs and gun moving then I have no idea. Huge amount. Far too many to count, and would take a slight bit of effort to calculate." I answered, watching Harry's jaw drop.
"And you say that I've got an impressive record?! Jesus Doug, that's insane!" Harry looked rather impressed.
"Meh, I guess it's impressive. But it's just business really, it's fun and all but it's all mostly a part of the business." I shrugged, I had to admit, I liked impressing Harry. He wasn't easily impressed, so to get him impressed, I must have done well.
"Still, damn you're good." Harry grinned.
"I wouldn't use that word to describe me Tiger." I laughed, good was definitely not a word I'd use to describe myself.
"Well, evil then. You're brilliantly evil, and I love it." Harry raised his glass.
"I'll drink to that." I clinked our glasses together, downing the rest of the glass, "Now, shall we go and start the game?"