- SYNDICATE • h.s (ON HOLD)

TEN

"Good." Harry stated briefly before his eyes focused back onto the man in front of him.

"Alright good.... Now I want you to kill it."

"What?"

"Shoot it." Jackson said with a straight face and his arms across his chest. His face void of any emotion and his eyes staring blazingly at Harry's stature.

"Are you joking? It's a fùcking dog."

"Yeah a dog I want you to shoot, so what are you waiting for?" Harry frowned at his words and shook his head before looking down at the ground in front of him. Harry turned his back against Jackson and pursed his lips. This was insane. He wasn't going to kill a dog.

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few Harry, remember that." Niall stated when they had met recently.

"What if they ask me to kill someone?"

"Well, if they deserve it... Just listen to your instincts but then again Harry. Remember this a huge deal for all of us. I know you don't like this Harry. I see it in your face."

"Well I can't just kill someone Niall!" Harry practically shouted out at him. This was bringing in a lot of pressure on him. He didn't even think that he would ever be undercover. And maybe if he was, maybe a small undercover job but this - this was different.

"Just trust nobody but yourself yeah?"

Harry snapped back into reality and turned back around to face both the dog and Jackson. He shut his eyes for a couple of seconds before walking towards the table. His trembling hands grasping onto the gun and cocking it. He let out a shaky breath and pointed his gun at the dog. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the peaceful dog sleep.

The good of the many

Harry repeated the statement in his head before shaking his head and closing his eyes. He turned away before slightly pushing against the trigger. His fingers barely putting any pressure. He couldn't do it. He wasn't going to do it. He couldn't.

"Do it Harry." Harry let out a harsh breath of air at Jackson's words.

"What are you waiting for?" Jackson stated with an impatient tone before the sound of the gun coming off filled the area. Harry's eyes were completely closed and didn't bother opening until he was facing away from Jackson. The sound of panting caused Harry to frown and open his eyes slowly. He turned back around to see Jackson holding the dog in his hands, smiling and petting its head. It was completely alive and untouched. The dog had it's tongue out and his tail wagging like it was the happiest dog in the world.

"What?" Harry couldn't help but speak out almost immediately.

"The gun was filled with blanks. I couldn't let you kill Analia's dog. She would have fùcking buried me six feet under." Harry's jaw practically wanted to drop at his statement. What? It was filled with blanks? All this time. Harry frowned and shook his head. This was insane. Was he really the person for all this? Was Harry the right person for everything? It was starting to hit him. He wasn't meant for this.

"You passed great job mate." Jackson stated and pat his back quite harshly causing him to hunch forward. Jackson let the dog run free from his hands and exited the room when he had opened the door. Harry felt Jackson's hand against his back as he escorted him out of the room with a smile on his face.

"Enjoy your day!"

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"I don't think I can do this Niall." Harry stated when they had met up in the safe house. Niall had brought in a couple of drinks and brought some Chinese food as well. They were both sitting down on the floor as they talked about what Harry had been up to and the information he had gathered.

"You did the right thing Harry." Niall told him knowing that Harry was beating himself up in his head. And he was right, the look on Harry's face was practically showing off his emotions. Harry was utterly confused and felt extremely torn about what he had to do. If that was just one of the tests imagine all the other ones he had to do - if there was going to be more.

"Doesn't feel like it." Harry mumbled before taking in another large gulp of his drink. He wasn't meant to drink and feel as tipsy as he did but he already was - there was no turning back now.

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"HARRY? Are you okay?" Analia stated when he had gotten back into the base. He looked wrecked and this was the first time she had ever seen him look like that. Harry squinted his eyes when he had stumbled into the place, practically tripping on his own feet before stumbling into Analia's body. His weight weighing her down significantly. His lanky body leaning onto hers whilst he settled into her arms.

"I'm f-fine." Harry stated before he hiccuped. Analia frowned and walked with him towards his room and watched as he started to strip his shirt off. She looked away and walked over to his dresser.

"You should change." Harry mumbled when a few minutes of silence had surfaced against the room. She turned around to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. His toned chest off for show and his pants rested against his waist. Analia frowned at his words and looked down at her clothing.

"Why do I look bad?"

"Quite the opposite really... That's why I need you to change." Harry stated his eyes dilating, the longer he stared at her. Analia laughed at his statement and shook her head from where she was situated. He sighed and fell onto the bed on his back before placing his arms on top of his eyes. Analia took that as her sign to leave and slowly made her way out.

"Wait!" Harry called out which made her turn back to look at him. His hands were settled behind him, his weight resting on his elbows as he looked up at her.

"Stay yeah?" Analia's eyes widened at his words but she slowly shuffled towards the bed and sat beside him. A smile slowly appeared on her face as time went on and Harry couldn't help but feel the same.

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SO WHAT DID YALL THINK AND THEIR GETTING CLOSER. again it was rushed i felt it and im sorry i just ugh i want to get to all the good shít already. anyways the dog part i took that from kingsmen haH. okay ilyasm thank you for everything and all the kind words and stuff. sorry i took long bc i had writers block thats it tbh

fave genre of movies? mine's are musical kinds?? im a sucker for those.

- till next time muchachos