TWs: Guns/shooting, more kidnapping, mention of death. Stay safe :)
"Stop moving, You!" Yan glared.
"I can't help it; you didn't tell me that plant was poisonous!" You snapped back, scratching at his hands.
"I didn't think I had to." Yan looked out into the courtyard of the abandoned factory, his obsidian eyes looking out for any suspicious activity.
"Any sign of him yet?" You asked.
"Nope, don't see the bastard anywhere."
"Maybe they're at the other building, the one that's closer to Norway?"
"Maybe..." Yan sighed, moving back, "We better head back before the others get worried."
"And before my skin peels off." You muttered, flexing his hands.
"Oh, you'll be fine, baby." Yan rolled his eyes, walking past him.
"Oi, I'm not a baby!" You yelled.
"Keep your voice down, idiot!"
"Who are you calling an idiot?"
"You're the only person in front of him." A voice spoke, prompting the duo to turn around, "And you guys are terrible hiders anyway."
They raised their guns, aiming at the Black Leader.
"Woah, woah, what's with the hostility?" His eyes sparked with mischief from behind his respirator mask as he raised his hands, "I only want to talk."
"We'll talk when you're dead." You scowled, cocking his pistol.
The leader's eyes turned cold, "Well if that's what you want."
Unbeknownst to the duo, the person before them signaled something with his hand.
You yelped as his arm was twisted and his gun was thrown aside. He then fell to the stony ground with a thud, falling unconscious.
"You!" Yan yelled, his eyes widened.
Yan found himself resisting a sudden force that tried twisting his arm up. The ravenette fought the invisible force, shooting his gun once as he tried to stop it.
The force seemed to freeze for a brief moment.
Yan thought it was over, trying to raise his gun until the movement started twisting his arm down.
Taken aback, Yan resisted the force again, stepping back as he felt it becoming stronger.
He thought he had his finger off the trigger until he heard a loud noise ringing in his ears, along with a burning sensation searing the left side of his abdomen.
With a grunt, Yan dropped his gun, clutching his side in pain as he fell to the ground.
He heard the Black Leader hum, "So those lessons aren't useless, after all."
As he closed his eyes, Yan saw another figure before him appear out of thin air, holding Yan and You's guns in his hands, "Did I do good, sir?"
"For the last time, you're not here to be praised." The leader hissed, "That thinking will fuck you over in life, Jon."
"Oh..."
"Tie them up, put them somewhere; I don't care. As long as their friends don't know they're there."
"Yes, sir."
"Looks like the coordinates would be along the North Coast." Arthur spoke, "That's the building closest to Norway, although..."
Arthur trailed off, thinking momentarily, 'What if it's a trap...?'
With two buildings as a possibility, one could lead them into peril.
"What is it?" Edd questioned.
"I've known William to be a prankster. He goes as far as to hurt others for his entertainment." The older spoke, typing a few keys, "Knowing that there are two buildings the Black Army frequents, I can only assume he's leading us into a trap by going to the one near the North Coast."
"So, we're going to the one Northwest?" Tord finished.
"Precisely."
"How will we get inside, though?" Pat inquired, "I assume every access point will be secure."
"Well, you've been a soldier before; have you guarded ventilation systems?" Arthur smiled.
"Well, no, not necessarily..." He muttered.
Arthur nodded, his typing continuing, "Which is why you'll be entering through the vents."
"Faen..." Tord swore under his breath, already wincing at the tight spaces.
"Don't worry, Tord; I have a different task for you." The older spoke, making Tord wonder how he heard him.
"What is it?" The Norsk quirked an eyebrow.
Pausing in his typing, Arthur opened a drawer, retrieving a folded blueprint, "Think you can make a few of these?"
Taking the blueprint and unraveling it, Tord's eyes widened a bit. He smirked as he examined it, "Of course."
"Perfect... now all I have to do is find the location of that building, and we can go from there. Probably won't take that long."
A few moments went by as Arthur realized they were still there. He paused as he turned a bit.
"That was all; you can leave now." He spoke, turning back to his monitor, "You guys can wait upstairs, do whatever... I just really need to focus on this."
Everyone shuffled out of the room, aside from Matt, who still stood there deep in his thoughts.
"Morceau stupide de merde." Arthur muttered as he heard an error pop up.
"Language," Matt spoke, glaring at him.
"Désolé." He replied, humming, "I didn't know you knew French."
"Mum taught me. I also took lessons in school... and on Duolingo." Matt told him quietly.
Arthur nodded, continuing to work. Matt let him, choosing to sit down on the floor.
"Sorry, did you need something, Matt?" He asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Uh- no, not really." The younger hugged his knees to his chest.
The older paused, hearing the movement of his son behind him, "If you're so sure..."
"Has Matt contacted Larry about this?" Tord asked his partner.
"I think he left a message for him," Edd replied.
Tord nodded, turning to Pau, "Where is Yan and You? They should've been back by now."
"I dunno." Pau grumbled, getting his phone out, "I'll try calling them."
"Clay Edward Greyson, do not touch that vase; it's worth more than your entire existence!" Pat scolded.
Edd raised an eyebrow, looking at Tord, "Edward...?"
Tord flushed, averting his gaze. The Norsk forgot that he told Edd he gave Clay a name but left out the part where he named the kid after Edd.
"Don't think about it too much..." Tord muttered.
"Too late," Edd smirked slightly.
Rolling his eyes, Tord turned to Pau, who looked confused yet concerned, "Any luck?"
"I tried calling You since he always picks up his phone even in dangerous situations, but I got no response. I didn't even get to his voicemail." Pau spoke as Pat joined them, "His phone's been turned off."
"What? What about Yan?" Tord furrowed his eyebrows in concern.
Pau dialed Yan's number, putting it on speaker as the ringer played out.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at the moment-"
Pau sighed, canceling the call, "I wonder what trouble they've gotten themselves into this time."
"They could've also been kidnapped!" Clay yelled.
"What makes you say that?" Tord asked.
"I heard them talking; something about investigating a lead they got a week ago." The kid said.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!?" Everyone yelled.
"Hey, don't shout at me; they told me not to tell you!" He yelped.
"Looks like our mission got ten times harder..." Tord mumbled.
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Norwegian =
Faen - Fuck/Damn
French =
Morceau stupide de merde - Stupid piece of shit
Désolé - Sorry
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