Once again Firey's cursed, secret phone rang again, once again he got a bad feeling in his stomach, once again he reluctantly answered.
"What is it Four?" he asked.
"I found one of them," Four's voice sounded happy, not a normal happy but an unhinged happy.
"What?" Firey questioned cautiously.
"I found one of the bastards in that gang, he's a pillar, definitely involved with most of what they do," they laughed slightly, unnerving Firey.
"What about it?" he asked.
"Just meet me at the warehouse that we use as storage, I'll explain everything to you, tonight "
Four didn't want for a response and hung up, Firey sighed in frustration as he checked the online bus-table for a bus that would drop him near the docks.
And so a few hours later, Firey said goodbye to Leafy, telling her Blocky had invited him out.
Blocky was the only person in his normal life who knew what he did for work, Blocky knew that it needed to be kept under wraps and so when he had quit he told Firey he could use him as an excuse if he ever needed to leave for a task temporarily.
Firey sat on the bus that had hardly any passengers due to how late it was, he sat close to the back at a window seat, watching the raindrops fall on the window as condensation began to form.
The docks were the last stop on the route, by the time they got there Firey was the last person on the bus.
"You sure this is where you want to be?" the driver asked as Firey exited.
"Nope," Firey sighed as he stepped onto the slippery, wet pavement and stood in a large puddle.
The driver shrugged, closing the doors and driving away.
It must have looked rather suspicious, Firey was very clearly not a dock worker and it was fairly late to go visiting the docks on a night like this.
He walked through a large gate to an industrial area, full of cranes, shipment containers and heavy machinery and there was very little light to see where he was going.
Squinting through the darkness, partially to see but mainly because he was walking in the direction the rain fell and it hurt his eyes to have them fully open, he shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged through the downpour.
He was soaked to the skin, scowling as he kept looking around to make sure no one saw him, it was highly unlikely, he was in the darkest, furthest part of the docklands, at this time of night, the only people around here would be drunkards and idiotic teenagers.
Once he arrived at the storage unit, he stood under the shelter of the small door that allowed access to the main hall of it.
As he stood there waiting for the door to be opened, a large amount of water fell from the pipes above him, fully dowsing him causing him to yell in frustration, just as Four opened the door.
Four gave him a strange look that Firey returned with a scowl as he walked in, trailing a puddle behind him.
Firey stood shivering as Four went searching through a bag he had, pulling out a photo of a blond man with a movie-star smile, photos of a house and many other papers.
"This," Four began as they picked up the photo of the man "Is Loser, an important figure in the crime scene, he's a con-artist, been doing it for years,"
"Oh what, I know him he's one of my favourite actors," Firey said with disappointment at the fact someone he admired was actually a criminal.
"He stopped acting years ago, though I'm sure you already knew that, as far as the general public is concerned he's past his prime, they don't care about him," Four said with noticeable glee.
"Yeah but still, I really liked him, what's he got to do with all of this?" Firey questioned.
"Well, after... recent events, I've been working non stop and I found out he has a high level of importance, a lot of the evidence says that he was involved with..." Four trailed off, unable to say what they wanted to but Firey understood.
"He... killed X?" Firey was stunned.
"Not exactly but he ordered the hit on them," Four said with hatred.
"Son of a bitch," Firey sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"But, I've found everything about the bastard, where he lives, where he goes, what he does," Four smiled.
"We can bring this closer to it's end, Firey" Four exclaimed, looking Firey right in the eyes.
Four dug in deeper into the bag, pulling out a box and handing it to Firey.
"You can bring justice,"
Firey took the box and opened it and his heart sank when he saw what was inside.
A B&T VP9, a gun that provides a quieter shot, typically used by police when called out to kill wounded animals.
It's known as a "veterinary weapon" the silencer was built so it would cause less disturbance when fired.
Firey shoved the box back to Four.
"No," was all he said.
"You told me I wouldn't have to kill anyone else, you promised me there would be no more blood on my hands,"
"I never promised you anything," Four said calmly.
"I'm not doing it Four, I've had enough of the bloodshed,"
"Think about it, if you do this you'll scare them, they'll get sloppy if they're scared and it'll all fall into place,"
"But how can we justify this?"
"Firey, they don't care about justifying who they kill, you can end this sooner by doing this, believe me,"
Firey folded his arms over his chest, unsure of what to say or do.
"You want your wife to be safe, you want everything to be normal, the only way that will happen is if all of this ends," Four stated.
"It's worth it, Firey,"
Four took out an envelope from the bag and handed it to Firey along with the box.
"Hitman money?" Firey raised an eye brow.
"That's not even all of it, once this ends you'll get all of your payment for your work," Four explained.
"This money will be useful for you won't it? You want to live a nice life with that little family you have, right?"
Firey hated how right they were, he knew he was going to get money once this ended and if he could get it soon...
That money could help allow them to maybe start a family together, if course he loved Grove but if there was a chance to have a kid with Leafy he would do anything for it.
Without a word, Firey took the envelope and the box. It felt like such a tainted thing to do.
Four handed him the information he would need and told him he would need to meet with another agent when he plans to execute the kill so he could get a body bag and cleaning supplies.
Firey left, walking through the rain, doing his best to keep everything in his hands as dry as possible.
He heard a car driving behind him, the headlights were so bright, when he turned around they blinded him.
It turns out it was Four, they pulled up beside him and told him there wouldn't be any buses until 6AM.
Firey got in the car, glad to be out of the rain and not having to deal with the chill.
The drive was silent and there was a soft tension lingering, Firey was glad when they stopped outside the apartment and he could get out.
He hid everything under his shirt, and quickly went to the bathroom when he got inside so he could place everything under a towel temporarily.
Leafy was already in bed, once he made certain of this he took all of his items and put them in a bag that he hid in an old suitcase.
He changed out of his clothes, rubbed a towel on his hair and threw on an old jersey to sleep in.
He hauled himself upstairs, feeling as tired as ever and still freezing.
He got into bed as carefully as he could but he still woke Leafy up a bit.
"Hmm, you were out late," she murmered under the blanket.
"Yeah, I just had a nice time, Blocky and I had a lot to catch up on," he said.
"That's nice, you're so cold though and I wanted warm," she mumbled tiredly.
However, she turned over and snuggled against him.
Firey held her close, wrapping her arms around her, holding her tightly.
He quickly heard her snore softly while he embraced her.
His mind raced while he recalled what agreed to do, he felt sick.
He buried his face in Leafy's hair and begged whatever God was up there for any kind of forgiveness.
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