Not 100% happy with this, but hey, it kinda does the job.


50 Harry's POV

I waited until Simpson had calmed down, readying to take his next hit, training my gun on him the whole time. As soon as he stood still, I shot him through the leg, sending the bullet right through his knee. He went down howling, everybody else in the warehouse cowering behind me at the sound. But nobody said a word, as I'd told them. I switched from my rifle to my handgun and entered the room he'd been locked in for the last thirty-six hours; standing in front of the howling man and taking aim at his head.

But at lightning speed, Simpson kicked out and knocked out my own legs, jumping on top of me to pin me to the floor. I swore loudly, pushing against the controlling hands to push him away, getting nowhere with him. Man those steroids had done a number on his muscles hadn't they?! Though surely the heroin had knocked that out? Surely... wait a minute.

Simpson's pupils were normal size... he wasn't high! He wasn't even coming down from a high! Right now, he was completely sober! How the hell hadn't I seen that?! This was a trap!

"Liked my show?" Simpson smirked down at me wickedly, his hand winding back and punching me in the face, everything going black.

"What the hell Simpson?! I thought you were one of the good guys!" I shouted when I woke up, tied to a chair. Oh how original.

"Oh you're awake! And you're not one of the good guys. We're a network of liars and thieves, why would you trust any of us?" Simpson raised an eyebrow.

"I never said I trusted you Charlie, I just thought you were smarter than trying to one up me." I sighed, starting to work on the bonds around my wrists. I'd been stripped of my knife, but I could work my way out of practically anything at this point. It wasn't like I hadn't had practice, the amount of times this type of thing happened, sometimes while working, others when Dougie got carried away in the bedroom... The handcuffs underneath the rope were going to be a bit difficult, but I could work them out in no time too.

"I'm not trying to one up you; I'm just trying to get up the corporate ladder. Dougie has no vision for this business, he's got to go." Charlie made me shake my head.

"And you're going to be the one taking over? I doubt it mate. Dougie's a MENSA level genius; if you think you can outsmart him you are sorely mistaken. And the guy's pretty lethal by himself too, I wouldn't try and fight him, he'll take you all down before you even have time to blink. If you're lucky, he'll just snap your sorry little neck and be done with it. If not, well, have fun being made into shoes while you're still breathing." I warned, the last time this had happened, Dougie had made the stupid man watch as he personally ripped the skin off him with a very blunt knife... Though where his skin/carcass was now, I had no idea.

"I'd like to see him try! There's fifteen of us in this place, all armed with guns. What's he got? A big brain, that isn't going to get him in here." Charlie laughed; wow he didn't know Dougie, did he? I got through the last bit of rope at the same too, starting work on the cuffs.

"You'll be surprised." I shrugged, fiddling with the lock, nearly there.

"Sure I will. Face it Harry, Dougie's going down, he's not getting through us. We'll gun him down before he gets within a few feet of this place." Charlie gloated with another laugh. We made this guy in charge? Really? Wow, lack of forethought wasn't in it!

"If any of you are still alive by the time he arrives." I managed to click open the lock on one cuff.

"And who's going to kill them all? You? Harry you're tied to a chair!" Charlie smirked... stupid and unobservant, really Dougie?!

"That may be, but you're forgetting, my first meeting with Dougie started with me tied to a chair, it ended with me as his right hand man." I undid the last lock, leaping up and punching Charlie in the face, turning round and picking up the gun from the table and shooting him in the head. "Moron." I muttered to myself, he'd actually thought he could take me and Dougie down that easily? After I'd shot him in the leg? Wow. Just... there were no words.

"I heard shots... Think he's dead?" I heard someone whisper outside.

"Better check." Another whisper. Oh goodie, more people to kill off.

The door opened, the two sorry excuses for guards gasping and starting firing their own weapons. I ducked and shot both in the head, hissing in pain as a stray bullet hit me in the arm. A quick checked showed it was a through-and-through, no broken bones or anything, practically just a graze. Left arm too, would hurt like a b*tch for a while, but would heal with no problems in the future.

So I got up and ran round the rest of the warehouse, taking down everybody else around with either my gun or snapping their necks if I got close enough to their backs. I was done within twenty minutes, without even feeling woozy from my wound. But... should probably patch that up.

A quick turn around and a leisurely wander found me the first aid, where I bandaged myself up and sat down to wait for Dougie to turn up. Charlie had obviously phoned him and he was on his way, otherwise this plan would have been even stupider than it was already. He was not going to be pleased with me for getting captured in the first place, let alone finding what these lot were up to. But at least I'd sorted them all out, we'd have to get new staff down here, but that wouldn't be too much of an issue. I'd heard something about a guy in Florida looking to expand his own network... Brown, or something. I wasn't certain.

In the end, I only had to wait about two more hours for Dougie to turn up, armed with a gun and a face like thunder.

"Hey Boss, finally fancied coming to save me then?" I looked up from checking my nails with a smirk.

"Don't flatter yourself; I came because it's less hassle to save your stupid carcass than it is to break in new chew toys. What the hell happened?!" Dougie glared, taking in my appearance, his eyes stopping on my arm.

"Simpson thought he could fake a drug induced psychosis, capture and use me to bring you here and take over the network. I sorted him and his crew out." I shrugged, "Oh and go shot in the arm in the process. Hurts like a b*tch I can tell you, but it's a clean shot straight through. No shrapnel and or any problems, should be healed within a few weeks. Won't stop me working though, I sorted all of these lot with it unbandaged." I explained.

"Right, I'm guessing the guy who shot you is taken care of?" Dougie asked, he quite liked exacting revenge on others who harmed me usually.

"Ask Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over there." I nodded towards the bodies at his feet.

"Good. Now let's get out of here, the local police may start coming knocking soon if we're not careful." Dougie lead us back out and into his car, "Try not to bleed on the seats." He moaned at me when we got in.

"Why should I? Not our car." I shrugged with a wince.

"Mmm, fair point. It's actually Simpson's. Pr*ck thought he looked cool and in power with this thing, it's too OTT for me though, just a tad bit pretentious." Dougie made me laugh.

"OTT? Boss this is a stretch limo, it screams wealth and power, and you think it's pretentious?" I laughed out; Dougie couldn't half be strange sometimes with his preferences!

"I'm taking this laughter as a come down from adrenaline and pain and that you're not actually laughing at me here." Dougie smirked out the window, then we made eye contact and burst out laughing again. Who would have thought that this would happen on a killing mission?