All Strings Attached

Chapter 15

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Gun and Bright were the last of the gang members who entered garage. Everyone else had the look of frustration on their faces.

Now the question that arises is  who is the black sheep in their group who told the police about their plan.

Gun hit his palm on the table loudly, making everyone flinch.

"Alright who here have a pretty little police friend?" Gun asked, laughing coldly. Bright stood by his side, his arms wrapped around his chest.

"Trust me it was none of us"  One of them said, his voice low but faithfully strong.

"Why would we do it? We were inside with you" Mork said, defending everyone.

Gun nodded his head sarcastically, raising his finger "Dare lying to me I tell you"

Bright unfolded his arms and gently put his hand on Gun's finger, lowering it .
"Let it go. Gunther will deal with it" Bright muttered and walked towards the couch to sit.

Gun followed him, his face still flushed from anger.
"How did you find out it was an undercover cop?"

Bright stared ahead, his eyes emotionless "It was that son of bitch"

Gun frowned and stared at Bright, who continued "Type Metawin. I had a glimpse of him through the camera"

"Who the fuck snitched on us " Gun was fuming with anger while Bright seemed exceptionally calm
"How would I know?"
He replied, his voice flat.

Mike came strolling to them quietly and talked to Bright "I destroyed all the visual evidences" . Gun and Bright both raised their faces to look at him.

Gun ignored Mike and turned his body towards Bright " How about we think of all the possible ways which could led us to trouble huh?"  Gun asked, his voice sarcastically mocking.

Bright's calm condition was replaced by a slight annoyed frown on his forehead. He looked sharply at Gun and asked "What do you mean by that?"

Gun shrugged his shoulders  "I don't know. One of us might have a little friend from the city who could've sold us out"

"Shut the fuck up" Bright replied, his voice low and he turned his face other way, not even wanting to discuss this topic further but Gun didn't let it go.

"Why are you defending him? Did he not see us shooting those bastards? He could've given our names to the Police!"

"Can you let it go? He wasn't behind it" Bright slightly tilted his face back to glance at Gun for a mere second.

"How can you be so sure? He could be one of them for fuck sake!" Gun replied frustrated , his voice booming in the whole room.

Bright's breathing harshened but he didn't reply.

Mike stood there, scared but opened his mouth nonetheless "P'Gun if you're talking about Win then you don't have to worry. I know that guy. He is just an ordinary harmless college boy and have no connection with police."

Gun glared at him, making him to stop talking and himself didn't drag this topic further. Soon Gunther entered the room and everyone stood up to report him the detail.
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"Hi"

Win's hair flew sideway due to wind as he narrowed his eyes at the semi familiar face.