I know it's been a long time but I've just been very busy these past two months. :(

So just a little recap, Gon is on his first mission in the Phantom Troupe, alongside Phinks.

Phinks steered through the broken roads of the abandoned districts to the city's main freeway, without so much as a glance to the boy on his right. Gon did his own best at ignoring his new partner's existence, and kept his eyes on the road, jumping from one landmark to the next, mind racing through uneasy quandaries of their mission. He hoped it was an simple job — no more than some petty theft. The Troupe were thieves after all. In luck, no one would have to be killed, or even harmed. And yet, on the other hand, they could just as well be on their way to execute a host of strangers. Like with Kurapika's clan, Gon recalled bitterly. What would he do if it came to that? Just standing by was not an option; he had promised Chrollo he would do whatever he asked. Don't disappoint me. Those last words still echoed in his mind. And it's not like Phinks would let him take a pass either. He gave a sigh. Then shook his head of all thought, and just focused on the one thing he always did when having these doubts: Killua.

As they exited the freeway, and entered the central metropolis of Yorknew, Phinks spoke for the first time since the hideout. "No need to get antsy. This job isn't so difficult."

Gon turned to his partner with a flustered glare. "I wasn't—"

"Look kid, I know you don't like me, but don't make this hard on both of us," he said running a light. "This is an easy job, let's just get it over with."

"That's the problem. You still haven't told me what we're doing."

Phinks gave him a muddled look. "Well then you shouldn't have been a stubborn little prick and just asked." He shook his head. "Listen up. I won't explain this again. All we have to do is find the auction house. The new one. That's it. We just follow this one prick and he'll lead us right to it."

Gon relaxed his glare. "...We just have to follow someone?"

"Best case we won't even have to get out of the car. Feitan and I already found out where they'll be. We just go there and wait for them to show. "

"Who?"

"Who do you think? We stole most of the treasure so they're getting more. They need people to bring in the goods. So far they've been keeping the distribution from outside the city pretty slow and low-key. It's why we had so much trouble locating them. Until now."

Gon eyed Phinks for a few moments, before permitting himself to accept the sense of relief cultivating within. A tailing job. Even better than he hoped. If the mission was this straightforward, he could even bear working with Phinks for a little while. Giving a little nod, the boy turned his gaze back to the road, and let him take them to their destination.

After fifteen minutes or so of navigating the swarming avenues of the city, Phinks pulled them into an inconspicuous little neighborhood where all the hubbub seemed to wash away. He parked their car among a row of others lined up along the strikingly silent buildings. It almost was too good of a hiding place, not a soul in sight. Which made it all the more bizarre to Gon as to why their target would appear here of all places.

But there they waited. And waited. The passing hours shaped the dull evening into a rainy night, and the boy's patience began to wear thin. Fidgeting in his seat, he perpetually glanced out the window, where the steady rain further hazed the surrounding vicinity, and back towards his partner who now reclined in his seat, eyes shut. There was something uncharacteristically serene about him now. Gon couldn't quite grasp it, until a sudden realization kicked in. Phinks was defenseless. One of the Spiders was right here, completely at his mercy. His heart began to race at the thought. Phinks was going to pay —he remembered his own promise. This could be his chance. A chance to get back at him, or even force him to release Killua. But ironically, in his contemplations on how to exploit Phinks' vulnerability, Gon himself was caught off guard. By his own words.

"Why did you save me back there?" he found himself asking, the words slipping out his mouth before he even realized what they were, and how he had spoiled a perfect opportunity.

It took Phinks few seconds to mumble out a response. "When?" He thought for a moment. "You mean from Nobunaga? I just saved him some trouble. The sword prick would've been in deep shit with the Boss if he killed you."

Gon had already begun to regret asking. "Well, I don't need your help. Don't do it again."

Phinks sat up with a little chuckle. "And we both know what would've happened to your friend if you kicked the bucket."

Before Gon could fumble out a response, Phinks' hand was around his mouth, and the man shushed him with a finger to his lips. The Spider spun his gaze out the driver window, where through the rain they could see a white truck steering into an open lot on the other side of the road. Phinks languidly let him go, but Gon did not speak. He too was focused on the strange figure stepping out of a nearby building to the lot. The figure made their way to the truck, hands over their head in a feeble attempt at remaining dry, and the driver stepped out. After a quick exchange, the truck driver quickly headed inside while the newcomer took the reins. Within a second the truck was back on the road and driving off into the night.

"They switched places. This is the one that knows the location. They're taking extra precautions," Phinks mused.

"He was inside the whole time? We could've just asked him!" said Gon, still annoyed at how Phinks had seized him.

"This is the way the Boss wanted it done. He doesn't want them to know, we know. Let's go." His partner started up the car and followed.

In a few minutes, they were back in the buzz of the city and the truck in their sights. Phinks began to slow down. Their target was a few cars ahead, a comfortable distance where in the night they couldn't be seen even if the driver grew suspicious.

Yorknew was no small city, and they seemed to follow their target through it's every crevice. A turn left, another right, then two lefts, sometimes even going in a complete circle. A bit of cautiousness was expected, but the constant back pedaling was getting to Gon. Even Phinks grew restless.

"This is ridiculous. I told the Boss we should've brought Machi," he growled under his breath.

"And I told you we should've just asked him back there!" Gon retorted.

Phinks gave him a glare but did not respond.

Eventually, their target had them back on the freeway. As Phinks merged into the high-speed traffic, he scowled into the rear-view mirror and suddenly sped up. Gon glanced back to see. Not far behind them, illuminated by the scores of headlights, a jet-black sedan weaved through the traffic. Not a particularly suspicious sight, until Gon noticed the other pair identical to it not far behind.

"So much for a simple mission," the boy sighed in frustration.

Now racing through the traffic, their speed was enough to make Gon nervous. Phinks glanced back again as he barely maneuvered around another car. "We're going to switch to plan B."

"B?" He had a feeling of what that meant.

Suddenly, one of their pursuers sped up beside them, on Gon's right. They had their windows bizarrely open in the rain, and in the dark Gon could make out their apprehensive faces as they peered back at him. And on Phinks' side of the road, they had caught up their own target. The Spider tugged Gon's shoulder. "Jump on now!"

"W-What?" The truck was on the other side, he couldn't jump on it from here. But before he could form another word, there was a sudden flash to his right. Followed by more flashes, and the booming sounds of gunshots. Gon instantly strengthened his aura as the bullets shattered the window and decimated everything around him. Each one stung as they hit his nen protected skin, but it was hardly the worst pain he'd experienced. The moment the firing ceased, Phinks, with a hint of a grin, spun the steering wheel hard right, and the sudden change of direction lurched Gon towards the Spider. Everything shook as they collided, Gon's door bent inwards, the windshield cracked, and their attackers screams and curses squealed behind the crash. One of the men desperately tried to shoot them in the commotion but their vehicle had spun out of control, and the bullets went in a different direction entirely. Phinks quickly straightened their coarse before the same happened to them. Looking behind, Gon saw their pursuer's car crashed against another vehicle before disappearing in the sea of traffic. And the other two pursuers were nowhere to be seen.

There was a frenzy around them now. The sound of horns and screams and curses filled the air, all muffled through the ever-growing rain that now was beginning to soak Gon from the glassless window. Checking his body, he saw the bullets had left their marks, but he was essentially unharmed. Though the same couldn't be said for the interior of the car which was shredded and flushed with debris and glass.

"You didn't have to ram them like that," he growled at his partner.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but they were shooting at us," Phinks barked back. "Now look." After losing some ground with that maneuver, they had closed on their target once again. The white truck loomed beside them shaking and shuddering from the speed. "I'll drive, and you jump on the truck and grab 'em. We'll get the location out of him."

"Like we should've done before?" Gon snapped back as he studied his target, trying to form a plan in his mind. It wouldn't be very difficult. All he had to do was jump out on to the roof of the car, and then on to the truck. From there it was just matter of getting to the driver…

"Just shut up and get to it. You can whine to the Boss after."

Scoffing, Gon forced open the crooked door, and pulled himself out on to the car's roof. It wasn't enough that he was standing on a vehicle going almost 80 miles an hour, but combined with the harsh rainy wind, being up here was truly a miserable experience. Within seconds he was soaked to the bone. Gon cursed Phinks as he leaped on top of the white truck, feet barely balancing on the flooded steel. From up here, he took a moment to observe his surroundings and searched amongst the traffic, feeling the eyes of the other drivers on him as he did. Even with his superior vision, the rain made it difficult to see in the dark, and he barely managed to spot the two remaining pursuers far back in the road. The earlier commotion must've slowed them down, but they didn't seem to be making an attempt to catch up. Did they give up?

Clenching his fist, Gon focused back on his mission. He trudged through the storm and looked down the edge of the trailer to where the driver was sitting in his cab. This is it. Jumping down on the hood, right in front of his target, Gon felt a tug in his chest as he finally glimpsed his face. It was his normalcy that stood out, an unadorned man with short hair. Not a fighter or another examinee, or a hunter. He was just a regular man who had done nothing to him. Worse than that, was the sheer horror on his face. Horror he was personally responsible for. And If I take him now, he'll face an even worse fate than Killua. He knew all too well how the Troupe got their information.

But before his hesitation had a chance to break him, Gon focused his aura on his fist, and pulverized the windshield, grabbing his target in one swift motion. He tugged the screaming man out of his seatbelt and through the shattering glass. Yet then, the very thing he wanted to avoid occurred. Behind him, a resounding rumble suddenly sent his hold of the man slipping, and Gon found himself flying back. As he watched his target be crushed inside the truck, the boy could only think of how Chrollo would react to his failure.

To be honest I'm not sure how to feel about this chapter. So please don't hesitate to tell me what you think in the reviews. :)

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