Pudd forever - It's alright, I just realised that I haven't mentioned what he looks like in this fic! I usually go for what each of the boys look like at the time with fics, but this one I think is going to have to be the exception, because I don't think someone like Dougie in this situation would have long hair! I'm thinking that he has longish hair, sort of what it looked like just when he started growing it out, like in the cover photo (though half the picture has been cut off on here - damn picture cropping) but yeah, sort of getting long, but still on the shorter side, so it's tamable/practical, and doesn't diminish from his scary look!
36 Dougie's POV
The moron actually followed orders this time, the artefacts being imported into England without a hitch, just like a planned. But, that did mean that we didn't have anybody to torture, so no fun was to be had there. I could have kidnapped some poor sod from the streets, but that would have been too easy, there was no example to be set, no reason for it. Sure it would have been fun to break his legs and torture him to the point where the victim forgot their own name, but I don't know, it just seemed ordinary. I wanted fun, as in making an example of someone, teasing a Consulting Detective some more, a standoff against said Consulting Detective.
But I had to wait, bide our time, it couldn't be over too soon. I wanted this dragging out, really drag Tom's name through the mud, and make sure his reputation was never recovered. To the point where even that powerful governmental sister couldn't save him, because she doubted him. There needed to be more murders, elaborate murders, kidnappings, the lot of it. Leave him in tatters in the end, revealing myself just at the right time, and destroying him.
"Plotting world domination again?" Harry asked over Indian takeaway, the delivery boy's body being dragged out for disposal as we spoke.
"And the downfall of Tom Fletcher." I nodded, stuffing another spoonful of curry into my mouth as I finished. I may have been a murdering psychopath, but I had manners.
"Of course. When's the next murder plan? Or do we need to torture someone? Since the minion pulled through the smuggling, I feel the need to torture someone; we got anybody in need of some persuasion to be good at their jobs?" Harry asked, practically fidgeting in his seat at the need.
"Easy Tiger, we'll go out and kill somebody else soon. It's important we don't kill too regularly, Tom will catch on to a pattern and that is very last we want to do. We want there to be one identifying thing on these bodies, and that's the calling card." I laughed lightly at his fidgeting, the highly trained soldier, one of the best snipers in the world and he can't stand not going into action every five minutes.
"You really have planned this down the letter haven't you?" Harry smiled back, a mouth full of food.
"Don't talk with your mouthful, it's disgusting. And of course I have, I plan ev-er-y-thing to the last letter, it's how I'm so successful. If I didn't, anything could go wrong, I could be arrested, shot, have someone pretend to be me to get in with a slice of the action, anything. Everything needs to be planned, and that all goes on inside my head, because I'm cleverer than all of you and can make whole plans in minutes when it would take you lot days to figure it all out." I rolled my eyes, honestly, did he doubt me? No, he didn't. He was just impressed by how much I thought things through.
"Damn, I still say we didn't plan this far ahead in the army in a war zone. This is probably the most long drawn out plan I've ever been a part of." Harry commented, thankfully swallowing his mouthful before speaking.
"That was because nobody has proper insight. I on the other hand, do. I see everything, I have my eyes everywhere; know everything about every gang in England, and several across the world. I have a huge network spanning the globe, I have to plan far ahead or everything will to pieces. People can't organise anything, they are terrible at getting away their own crimes, can't smuggle anything, can't distribute things, and can't do any of it without my expert help. So I plan, I have thousands of plans for thousands of crimes, all of them impossible to solve. Unless you are Tom Fletcher, who has a similar IQ to me, and he's threatening to ruin my business. So I am making the most elaborate plan to take the b*stard down, forever. If I don't, he'll soon figure out who I am and try to take me down. And while I'd like to be in the spotlight, I'd rather not have my name dragged through the mud. I'm just protecting my business, and admittedly playing with him, because I'm bored." I explained, straightening my suit out.
"I'd hate to see you bored without a distraction like Tom." Harry answered, twiddling his knife around his fingers.
"I get violent. Things, and people, generally get blown to bits. It proves distracting for a little while." I shrugged, thinking back to the last time I'd blown something up. Oh yes, that pathetic kid who tried to stand up to me. He stepped on a land mine... Well, that was what the report said. What wasn't said was that he was actually dead when the explosion had gone off.
"I haven't seen you blown anything up yet." Harry leant forward.
"Oh you will, don't you worry. You will one day. For now though, let's stick to murder and torture by more traditional means." I promised, I hadn't played with anything explosive in a while, but I'd save it for when I was bored again. Not now, not when there was a game on.
"I'll hold you to that." Harry set the knife back down.
"I know you will. Now how about we make a plan for our next hit?" I got up; Harry's eyes sparked and all but ran after me. For a second I thought about getting my Tiger a collar and a leash, because he was such a loyal pet, then thought better of it. That would be far too distracting when trying to murder someone.
"I was thinking more covert this time. Like, a sniper shot or something. Something impersonal." Harry suggested, picking up his favourite sniper gun.
"Nice plan, but how will we get our calling card across?" I raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear his ideas.
"Carve your initials into the side the bullet? Obviously, it'll be have to be widely used bullet, that's barely able to be traced... Wait no, bullets shatter on impact, sh*t never mind... Unless we leave the calling card at the point where I shot them? They'll no doubt work out where the bullet came from; Mr Clever-Clogs will be able to work that out. So we could leave your card there, he'll soon find it and know it's for him." Harry explained, that was actually pretty good.
"Nice plan, but how will we be certain that the card won't be moved?" I asked, testing his planning skills.
"Er... There isn't really. But people are generally so caught in their own lives they won't notice a tiny card on a windowsill, especially if we do it on a stairwell that isn't used very often." Harry answered, still clutching at the gun like that would get me to agree to his plan.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all. But how do we know he'll be called in for the case?" I questioned, leaning against the table.
"A sniper shot of just one person at complete random? Seems right up his street, and the card will get him called in. The police know he's investigating this, they'll call him when they find the card, if they haven't done already." Harry replied, he had thought this through.
"Alright, I like your plan. You've thought it through well. I'll let you do it. But I want you chose your vantage point and everything first, and run it by me before you go out shooting. This includes recon work, got it?" I ordered.
"Got it, of course! I'll start going through maps of the city and blueprints right now! Thanks Boss!" Harry ran off, I shook my head fondly at him. Give the sniper a game and watch him dance, it was truly adorable.