I'm done chapter 4! Sorry about the jokes, I don't want to offend anyone. If it is offensive, I'm okay with removing it. Credits to mouthwassh for beta-ing this. Thank you!
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When Alfred and Arthur woke up, Alfred was tied to a chair while Arthur found himself leaning against a crate. The two men had completely no sense of where they were until one of them remembered what happened back at the hotel.
"So…where are we?" Asked Arthur, "Did you bring me to your base just so I can't capture you?"
"YOU DUMB-ASS! WHY WOULD IT BE ME IF I'M ALL TIED UP AND YOU'RE NOT? DOESN'T IT SEEM LIKE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED ME?" Alfred's voice came from the middle of the room. The place was dim; The fluorescent light was the only thing that lit the room up.
"Heh, looks like Jones is being gay-"
"HEY! Shut up, won't you? You seem gayer than me though…"
"THAT'S NO FAIR! W-WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE!" Suddenly, Arthur's face was flushed in deep scarlet, and he was trying to avoid eye contact with Alfred.
"HA! I told you I was not as gay as you"
"Alright, boys, stop bickering like a married couple" A man's voice was heard from behind the door. The man walked out, and it was Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur's old partner back when they trained to be assassins.
"We meet again, Arthur. Did you miss me?~" said Francis. Arthur's response was just as the Frenchman had expected.
"OH SHUT UP YOU FROG! I THOUGHT WE MET LAST NIGHT"
"Indeed we did, but shouldn't you be grateful that-"
"DON'T START WITH ME! I KNOW ALL YOUR PLANS. IF IT WASN'T FOR JONES, WHO KNOWS WHERE I'LL BE RIGHT NOW"
"Looks like someone is trying to get their attention. Ohonhonhonhon~"
"BOLLOCKS, JUST SHUT UP!" the Brit barked, "…It's not like that anyone would want to get their hands in your greasy hair"
"Oh really? I thought you tried to grow your own porcupine hair out just like mine, no?"
"HEY! That w-was a long time ag-go! It's not like that I would still do it that now"
"Well, at least your damn caterpillar eyebrows should be shaved-"
"DON'T YOU GO AROUND INSULTING MY PERFECTLY FINE EYEBROWS!"
"No, it's not! They're even thicker than my baguettes!"
"WELL, YOU HIT ME WITH THAT BAGUETTE LAST NIGHT DIDN'T YOU?"
"What did you want me to do? Wax your brows instead?"
"JUST SHUT UP FROG"
Alfred, who was listening to the 'conversation' between Francis and Arthur, gave a smirk. He also found that Arthur's 'caterpillar eyebrows' were very, how could he put it, outlandish. You might as well say that two caterpillars grew on his forehead.
"Uhhhh…I'm still here you know. Maybe I should just…" Alfred said while the other two were still bickering at each other; he thought about escaping since his legs were still free. Just as he shuffled towards the door, it opened and Gilbert walked in. He looked down at Alfred and knew exactly what he was trying to do.
"Hey Francis, I thought you were supposed to keep an eye on Jones. Why are you and Kirkland bickering like a married couple?"
"Sorry, but we just can't look at each other without-"
"Ok, that's enough. You gotta be more awesome like me"
"Anyway, How is Antonio doing?"
"He's ok. Just some internal bleeding due to this little punk," he said while glancing at Alfred.
"HEY! It's not like I wanted to shoot him"
"I mean, you killed 47 people. Of course, you would want us dead as well."
"You, Beilschmidt, was the one who charged in and tried to kill me first. I'm not going to stand there and say 'Ah sunlight' am I?"
"Didn't you kill the 47 of them beforehand? That does give me the right to kill you after, you know. Francis, take Kirkland away"
"Very funny Beilschmidt," said Arthur, "Always pairing me up with the frog, correct?"
"Well you guys do need to work on your relationship"
"Indeed, Gilbert is right~" replied Francis.
"Merlin's beard! I wish I had never met you in the first place." Arthur sighed.
"I see that fate had strung us together didn't it?"
Those were the last words Alfred heard from the pair before they left the room.
Alfred wished that he was never a target from the start. Who knows how bad it would get from now on. He was probably in the worst-case scenario right now; tied to a chair in a room with the strongest member of the BTT, Gilbert Beilschmidt.
"So, Jones," declared Gilbert, "what are your plans in Berlin?"
"You need me to speak? I thought you already knew cause you're so awesome"
"Yeah yeah, but what do you plan to do with Agent Braginski?"
"That is none of your business"
"Why would I ask if it's none of my business? I know you are not just here for Ivan. There's another task you were to complete"
"I said" Alfred repeated, "that's none of your business"
"Even if you don't say it now, the government will still force it out of your gay mouth-"
"For gosh sake, YOU ALSO SOUND LIKE KIRKLAND!"
"It's not my business that you called Antonio a 'Spaniard' just like a certain Brit"
"You know what, you guys suck"
"I thought we both opposed Kirkland, but it seems like you want to refuse. Guess I'll just dump you into the government's hands instead"
"Even if you offered me help, I wouldn't accept it. That Kirkland dude has played enough games with me already"
"That's my point. We can form an alliance and beat the crap out of him. Won't it be awesome?"
"Really?"
"Yep. So do you agree or not"
Alfred thought about this for a moment. He didn't want to fall into another trap, but Gilbert's offering doesn't seem like a joke. And getting rid of Kirkland would be a sensible decision, so…he agreed.
"I accept your offer."
"Awesome! You will need to sign this for us."
With that said, Gilbert pulled out a form from the document bag he carried and gave it to Alfred.
"How am I supposed to sign it? Do you expect me to sign it with my feet?"
"Oh right! I forgot. Thanks for the reminder, my awesome lad"
As Gilbert freed Alfred from the ropes, he heard the fire alarm go off in the other room. Mein Gott, he thought. Who in the right mind starts a fire this early in the morning?
Then he realized what was happening.
Alfred quickly snatched up a shotgun that was behind one of the crates and pointed it at Gilbert after he was untied.
"You didn't see through my plan this time did you?"
"No, but I knew you and Kirkland had some sort of relationship"
"Nuh-uh! You think I'm gay, I think you're wrong"
"Well, I know you aren't as awesome as me, but you are one sassy child"
"What's the point of being awesome in the first place?"
"Hmm, maybe getting called 'gay' less. Of course, I'm awesome, so I don't get too many negative comments"
Suddenly, the door Gilbert came in through opened again, but it was Arthur who entered this time. He pointed the gun he held, not at Gilbert, but at Alfred.
"Hey Kirkland," he said, "I thought we were supposed to work this out together"
"You are still falling for my tricks aren't you?"
"You wish"
Alfred pointed his gun at Arthur and pulled the trigger. Due to the assassin's quick instinct, he dodged most of the pellets and dashed behind one of the crates for defence, but several pellets still dug themselves into the flesh of his right shoulder. Blood erupted from the wound and flowed down his arm and onto the gun, staining his lime green dress shirt crimson.
Arthur fought the pain and raised his gun to aim at Alfred.
"Got me good there," he said, as he pulled the trigger of his gun. His injury only caused him to miss the shot. Instead, the bullet crashed into the rusted mirror that hung on the wall behind the crates, shattering it to pieces.
"Hmm?" Antonio gave a curious reaction. The bandages covering the injury on his right arm prevented him from effective combat. However, he was still able to help…
WHAM!
The door to the room was slammed open again as Antonio bust in, all geared up.
"Antonio?! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in the infirmary!" Came Gilbert's voice. Feeling awkward, he was just standing there as the other two fought against each other.
"I'm fine. We do need to do our job decently."
"B-but, you are not awesome yet, that means you need time to recover-"
"I got this" The usual smile that was on Antonio's face turned into a smirk. He pulled out something round, and looked like a mini Death Star; it was, of course, something he'd been working on.
"Why are you using that!" Gilbert hissed.
"Well, I thought it'd be useful, plus, this isn't the only one I'm working on." It was one of the bombs that he just designed. However, that doesn't mean it's not destructive.
Antonio swiftly YEETED the bomb at Alfred, activating it with the click of a button as soon as it got close.
BOOM
Suddenly, the room was filled with smoke and dust. Nobody died (thankfully), but Alfred was found lying on the floor, looking dead as a doornail.
"Did you just kill him?" Gilbert screeched like an (awesome) bird.
"No," said Antonio, "why would I. Besides, we promised Kirkland that we would take turns squeezing information out of him. So, what do you think, Art?"
"I'll take him from here" replied the Brit, "When's our next meeting?"
"It'll be on…" then, Antonio's voice lowered to the point that it's just a whisper.
"How long do you reckon he's going to be asleep for?" asked Arthur
"Maximum 24 hours, minimum 6, so act quickly" replied Antonio
"'Kay, any tips? Cool bombs though"
"Not much, but still working on 'em."
"Thanks for the help."
"Now you owe me a favour as well~"
"Tch. If it wasn't for Jones, I wouldn't be helping you at all"
"Where…am I…" murmured Alfred. He woke up with his eyes blurry. His hands were tied back against the chair once more except this time he was sitting behind a desk. His blurred vision only allowed him to see 4 men standing before him. The American recognized the face of Arthur and a redhead who seemed familiar. He wasn't able to remember what happened back at the BTT's base. Alfred was quite confused and several questions raced through his brain.
"Who are…you?" He was still partially unconscious due to Antonio's bomb, but he heard the redhead say something.
The redhead spoke in a Scottish accent.
"We meet again, Jones"
My original plan was putting Al ina box and then shipping him to the Kirklands through a black van, but it was very weird so I cancelled it out :P