quick update because i feel ill.


48 Harry's POV

I was packed and ready to go in an hour, teasing Dougie as I went along. It was fun to watch him try and deny he felt something for me, even if it was just fondness. He always tried to deny feeling anything but he obviously did, otherwise he wouldn't have told me to not get captured or try to come back in one piece. Therefore, I liked to tease him about it a bit, rile up the psychopath, knowing I could get away with it, because he was fond of me.

"Harry, if you do not shut up talking about this ridiculous notion, I will rip your tongue out with pliers!" Dougie growled at me, practically hissing with annoyance.

"Sure you will, because you could catch me in the first place, couldn't you?" I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

"Yes I could! And for that I'll also cut off your d*ck too." Dougie hissed, glaring. Though it wasn't his scary psychopath glare, it was more his 'annoyed but I'll let you live because I like you' glare. So far, I was the only recipient of that exact glare.

"But you're so fond of it, as well as my tongue. You wouldn't dare throw those important limbs away like that." I grinned, chucking the last spare shirt I needed before zipping up the bag.

"You are so lucky that you're a good f*ck toy and competent at your job Tiger, or your days would be numbered." Dougie warned, following me down the stairs towards the car.

"Good job you like me then isn't it?" I kissed his cheek and ducked into the car, driving off before he could get anymore threats out.

I was driven to a private airport and taken to a private aircraft that was most probably stolen, taking off nearly as soon as I sat down. I was handed files on the target by one of the air hostess' while another brought me some lunch. The file read:

TARGET: Charles Simpson, 35, 6 foot 2, 180 pounds.

Currently suffering from steroid and heroin induced psychosis. Noticed increase in strength, armed with many guns, and millions worth of heroin. Shooting up every time the high wore off.

The high is causing hallucinations of unknown scenarios, but he's violent and shooting anybody who gets in his way. He's currently been locked into a windowless room in the basement, unable to get out.

Along with the file, there was a video of Charles, or Charlie, going haywire in the warehouse. And it was exactly how it was described, the man was pacing up and down the room, at least ten people laid dead at his feet, gun still in hand. He only really stopped to prepare and inject more heroin/steroid mix into his arm... how had this guy continued on without dying yet? Seriously, he'd injected that much into his system and he was still going!? Was this guy superman or something?!

Damn, I kinda just wanted to let him shoot up repeatedly until he dropped. But I knew Dougie didn't want any more depletion in the drug supplies, so I had to take him out instead of letting nature run its course. A shame really, Charlie had been a nice guy when I'd met him, pretty level headed for a junkie leader of a cartel. But, he did bite the hand that fed him and went wacko, his number was now up, so he was going six feet under.

For the duration of the flight, I studied the floor plans of the warehouse complex, working out strategies to get in, shoot the guy, and get back out again. Even though this death wouldn't be reported, I still liked quick exits, in case I did need to scarper if something went wrong.

I figured the best way to do this was to crack the door open a small bit, point the nozzle of the gun in, shoot him in the leg or something first and then once he dropped, step in and shoot him in the head. I wasn't going to be able to get a clear head shot if he was moving so fast, I had one single shot at this to incapacitate him. If I missed that first shot, he would go onto the offensive and we'd all be done for. So it was leg/side shot from the door, step in, and shoot in the head. Simple.

Arriving in California was no hassle either, the plane parked and I seamlessly glided through the airport, completely bypassing security. It was a pleasant surprise, as usually I didn't get this type of treatment on missions, I had to smuggle guns, knives and everything else in increasingly inventive ways.

'Hey, how come I don't get the private jet/security bypass every time I travel?' I texted Dougie as I was driven to the warehouse.

'Because I was originally going too, and I don't like waiting for security checks unless it's necessary. Plus, I like watching you come up with creative ways to smuggle guns around the world.' Dougie answered not a minute later.

'Fair enough, but couldn't you have given the pass to me when you made me bring back that head?' I asked, that had not been fun, concealing that in my luggage. I'd had to wrap it in half my clothes (which were burned afterwards, I was flippant with the dead and clothes but not that flippant) and lie to say it was a bowling ball. How I got away with it I didn't know.

'Nope, that was far too entertaining to watch!' Dougie was clearly laughing at me, asshole.

'You weren't there for the pack up before I got on the plane, and didn't see me go through customs either.' He hadn't been, he'd been at home doing... Psychopath Consulting Criminal things I guess.

'That may be, but I was there for the unwrapping. Your face was a picture!' Dougie was definitely laughing at me now.

'You're an asshole.' I replied.

'And yet you stay with me.' Dougie answered. Well he had me there.

'The pay is good.' I lied, well, it was good actually...

'And you like me. Because I am brilliant, admit it, you like me!' Dougie turned our previous conversation back on me!

'Shut up.' I put my phone back into my pocket, ignoring him the whole way to the warehouse.