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Mello came to a stop next to an older, but in good condition, red mustang. He took note of the 'McLovin' license plate and figured the car belonged to the so-called technical genius. He gave the area a quick once over and spotted the van where his subordinates where waiting for his orders. Everything was in order, now all that was left to do was for everyone not to screw up. That would be a challenge.

When Matt heard the noisy vehicle pull up next to him, he subconsciously slid down in his seat a little as he played his game. The whole thing was making him feel nervous, and even though he had decided to wait for orders before doing anything, he was almost hoping to avoid getting any orders at all.

It had hardly been a few minutes when one of the goons, as Mello liked to call them, walked over and peered down at him with a grin. "Glad ya made it, boss. We ready to get things started?"

Mello took off his helmet, running a hand through his hair to untangle the golden locks. "Yeah, let's get this over with."

Mello was less than thrilled about having to do this, and was ready to just get it all over with. "Is everyone in their positions? Are we using tear gas?"

"Yup, and as far as I know, that's what we're using. We just need to make sure the security's disabled."

"Good. Get with the tech nerd while I check on the situation." Mello made his way over to the very conspicuous white van and knocked twice on the door.

The grunt, whose name was Trent not that that mattered to Mello, sighed and walked over to the driver's side of the mustang. He motioned for Matt to roll the window down and waited. Was the guy sleeping or something? He tapped on the glass to make sure.

Matt practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the tapping on his window and hurriedly saved his game before rolling it down. "Uh, hey?"

Trent rolled his eyes. What a wimp, Rod had really outdone himself with this one. "You got that program to shut the system down set up yet?"

"Give me a minute." Matt grabbed his laptop, mentally kicking himself for not at least having everything ready. He managed to set the program up fairly quickly, and then looked back at the man. "It's up. I can shut their security down any time."

"Alright, good." This kid may not have been the kind of guy he was used to seeing in the mafia, but he had to hand it to him, he wasn't half bad at his job. "Hey Mello! We got everything ready for ya!"

After going over the plan with the men one more time, Mello pulled on his gasmask and walked back over to the mustang. "Good. We're all ready over here. In exactly ten seconds I want that system down." Mello wanted to make sure his directions were clear so there would be no mistakes.

Matt nodded at his new orders before the name Trent yelled registered in his head. He sat up in his seat more, all but staring at the blond. It was impossible to make out any features with the mask on, but everything about him was just Mello, and he wouldn't have expected any less of him than to end up in the mafia. He could think of about a thousand things he needed to say, but all he was able to manage at the moment was a weak "got it," as he disabled the security system.

Mello, focused on his task, went over to the group of impossibly bulky men waiting for the exact moment to act. They had only five minutes before the effect of the gas wore off and dissipated. They absolutely had to be done by then. It wouldn't be that hard really, they knew the exact location of what they were there for and had the van ready to transport it. He retrieved the gun he kept down the front of his pants and gripped it firmly, he wasn't going to let his guard down.

Matt leaned back against his seat, his heart pounding just from the thought of seeing Mello again. He had to make sure, after this was over.

Mello worked mechanically. He led the men to their target through the thick cloud of smoke, the pained cries of the men who hadn't yet made it out filling his ears. They moved the twenty plus crates of who knew what out to the van. Things were going smoothly. Mello counted down in his head, they had about another thirty seconds.

"Mello! We got it all!" He heard Trent shout, he checked the room over once more incase they missed anything and ran out.

Matt strained his eyes a little to watch the blond walk off, wondering what he could even say to him after all this. Would he even recognize him right away? And would he even want to see him once he did recognize him? His thinking was interrupted by a high pitched beep from his laptop, and he leaned over to look at the screen. "...Shit."

Just as he got to the exit he saw it, the tiny flashing red light just above the door. He'd been on too many missions like this not to know what it was. Rod had even pointed disabled ones out to him, but this one was definitely not disabled. It was a bomb, and one big enough to blow the entire building apart from what Mello could tell.

"Shit! Everyone out now!" He picked up speed and made it about twenty feet from the door before a blast of searing hot air hot his back.

The force knocked him down and he rolled to a stop, thankfully still on the grass. Mello sat up, his head spun and he groaned. Matt was a dead man. He turned his head in the direction of the confused shouts of his men. A few were bleeding, but everything seemed alright. He slowly stood up, making sure nothing was broken. He sighed and walked over to where his men had crowded, they were looking down at something.

"Move it." Mello ordered as he pushed a few to the side.

His stomach turned when he laid eyes on the charred body of Trent. He must not have made it out fast enough and got caught right under the blast. He barely knew the guy, but he still felt guilty, he was leader and as such was supposed to make sure everything was safe. He knew the reason things had gone wrong. Matt. The bastard must've rushed through it and missed the bomb. He stomped over to the red mustang, he wasn't about to let this guy off easy for what had happened.

Matt was all but cowering in the car, slamming his laptop shut when he couldn't stop the last security measure in time. Rod didn't tell him there was more than cameras and alarms, damn it! And somehow the angry footsteps stomping towards him were almost as frightening as the explosion. He was torn between making a run for it or just locking himself in the car, but eventually he settled for throwing the door open and getting out as quickly as he could, ready to find some way to explain himself.

"You son of a bitch!" Mello screamed, grabbing a hold of the man's vest, he was blind with fury. "You killed one of my men because you half-assed your job!"

Mello glared at the goggled face, his grip on the vest going slack when realization dawned on him. He knew this scrawny red-head.

Matt shook his head, losing any idea of what he had been about to say. "Shit, Mello, I didn't mean to..."

"Matt…' Mello was at a loss for words. He didn't know whether he wanted he throttle Matt or ask how the hell he ended up there. He felt awkward, and Mello never felt awkward.

Even knowing how stupid it was in the situation, Matt managed a weak laugh. "This isn't how I wanted to see you again."

Mello sighed. "Me either…we need to talk. Meet me at the base." Mello walked back to his motorcycle, silently pulling on his helmet and seating himself. He needed to get his thoughts together and the short ride would give him a chance to think. He sighed once again before pulling out into the street and speeding off, hoping the men would have the decency to bring Trent's body back and bury him.

Matt silently got back into his car, following a short distance behind the motorcycle. As hard as he tried not to think about it, he knew his mistake had ended up killing someone. It could've even killed Mello if he had been closer to the building. And there was no way he was getting out of something like this easily. But Mello wouldn't let anything happen to him, right?