*Bang*
The gunshot echoed through the room, meeting it's target as the sound reverberated through every soul that witnessed it.
Each pair of eyes held fear as their hands shook visibly, head bowed, breaths ceased.
"You fools are so fucking incompetent." The man breathed in anger, eyes blazing as he waved the gun which had just released a shot, ending the life of an incompetent member.
"How hard is it to find one fucking man? He not a fucking god, is he?" Pacing the length of the room, hand in pocket as the other held the gun, pointing it at every members head.
"Don't tell me you all have gone fucking deaf and fucking mute." He roared out, his British accent clearly pronounced in every word.
"Uh..hh, bo..ss, We...are trying... our best.....but it's like....he... doesn't exist."
*Bang *
He shot the one who spoke up.
"I hate that word, 'trying'. You don't try, you do your fucking best and if it isn't enough, well you end up like this two fucking fools on the ground." He addressed the remaining four team assigned with finding the person.
"And he's not called a fucking ghost for nothing." He growled out, shooting everyone left standing.
"Arrghhh." He shouted with his hand gripping his hair as his other hand hurled the gun across the room, landing at the feet of the person who had just stepped into the room.
The person's grip on the handle tightened, teeth clamped, eyes sliding across the dead bodies as he swallowed air, visibly gulping.
"Are you going to speak or you would like to join them in their slumber?" The man said, eyes blazing with unquenched anger.
"Marco Fiore is here boss. He's requesting to meet with you." The guy muttered, using every ounce of courage within him because a slip up meant he wanted to join the bodies, lifeless with eyes wide open, pleading for the unseen.
"Prepare the meeting room and get someone to take care of this trash." He ordered, walking towards the only chair as he took his jacket that was draped over it.
"Sir the meeting room is prepared and he's already there." The guy explained, eyes downward with tears threatening to slip out. One of the bodies his boss called trash was his younger brother.
"At least someone does something right." Slipping his arms through the sleeves, buttoning it as he walked out the door and straight to the meeting room.
Entering, Marco was spotted with a glass of whiskey in his hand as he brought it to his lips. Their eyes caught each others, a blank look in Marco's eyes while the man's held a bit of curiosity. He knew Marco wasn't here for the whiskey.
"Long time no see friend." Marco greeted just for formality, his tone sounding uninterested.
The man settled himself on the couch opposite Marco, eyes studying his so called friend.
"Why are you here Marco, I know you didn't come for the whiskey and certainly not to catch up." His tone held a hint of boredom and curiosity.
"I came to help you actually. A little birdie told me that you are looking for a ghost." He sat up, taking the whiskey bottle as he added to his glass.
"Want some?" He asked while pouring in another glass, offering it to the man.
"Why are you here Marco?" He asked again.
"You know, I didn't believe it at first. Henry Lockwood, looking for a ghost. But then I realized, we could help each other. I help you find a ghost, you help me get a girl, what do you say?" He proposed, leaning back comfortably on the chair, sipping the whiskey with a sly smirk etched at the side of his lips.
Henry Lockwood, the man, sat up, his attention piqued at Marco's proposal while having an amused glint in his eyes.
"First time huh. Marco Fiore can't get a girl. She must be special." He spoke amusedly in his thick British accent.
"She's not just any girl. She's a fucking Wilhelm." Marco replied, taking out a wrap from his pack as he lit it, taking a long drag.
Henry's expression changed hearing that name, it went from amused to blank.
"Elaborate on your proposal."
"You are looking for Klein kaiser and I need the girl in order to bring down that fucking omertà alliance. I already know that Kaiser and Lopez are partners as I gave them a little visit at their meeting spot. I also know that they will all be going to their school annual gala and that's when I plan to attack." He said, giving a brief outlook on his plan, dumping the ash from his wrap on the ashtray on the table as he took another look drag.
"Still so fucking obsessed with your revenge I see. How does your plan help me in getting that fucking ghost?" He questioned, not seeing how Marco's plan benefits him.
"Well I have to know if you are interested or I could leave you and your men's futile attempts and incompetence." Marco stated, his eyes studying Henry as he awaited his response.
"What's the plan?" Henry replied, hand wrapped around the glass while took a big gulp, smirking as it burned his throat.
Marco smirked, his mind painting a vivid mental image while he envisioned his plan working exactly as he explained it to Henry.
" I must say, that's quite the planning you put in motion. I'm in." Henry said after listening to the plan Marco had, his mind created images of what he would do to Klein kaiser once he had him in his grip.
Both men drank with smiles to their new partnership, already having visualized the end result of the plan they had in motion.
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"Feet apart at shoulder length, arms in front, grip tight, eyes on the target."
Andre guided Adria, standing behind her, his arms on hers as he guided her stance.
They were presently alone in the training room with Andre teaching Adria how to handle a gun.
"Your grip shouldn't be too tight. Feel the gun in your hand, you are in control. Eyes straight on the target, release the tension in your arm. .... That's good now fire."
Bang
The bullet hit seven.
Adria sighed out, hand dropping to her side as she turned to face Andre.
"We've been here for a while and yet I can't hit a ten." She sighed in exhaustion, eyes spelling defeat.
Andre pulled her closer, his head forehead on hers, while his hands moved up and down her arms.
"This is just day one, I'm sure you would be able to hit a perfect ten soon. Let's go for a break and come back for some physical training, hmm?" He reassured her, taking her hands in his as he led her through the path that led back to the house.
The training room was a building that wasn't far from the house. It was where most members trained and hung out most times.
They went directly to the kitchen, Andre putting on a apron as he prepared to whip up a quick meal. Adria settled at the counter on one of the stool.
At that moment Jade ran in through the back door out, hands on her knees, breathing heavily. Jason was right behind her, hand in his pockets with an amused look on his face.
The couple in the kitchen turned to face the two humans that just came in, their face holding in a laugh while trying to laugh at Jade's predicament. Jade finally looked up and noticed them.
"Don't you dare laugh." She warned, her eyes promising doom with a playful glint that had all three of them reeling in laughter.
"This isn't funny." She cried, stomping her feet as she walked and took the stool next to Adria.
After they had calmed down, Adria was able to ask a question without bursting into another round of laughter.
"Uhmm, how was training?" Adria asked, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes.
"Can you believe this douche bag had me run round the practice area five times and didn't even offer to help when I tripped and fell. Please Adria can we switch training partners, I wouldn't want to die in the middle of training and have you guys laughing, please, please, please?" She explained and asked, a pleading in her voice while mustering her best puppy eyes.
"Don't you think you are over exaggerating what happened, I only had you run thrice?" Jason inputted, rolling his eyes playfully while taking his own sit.
"Whatever, it's my story not yours." Jade replied, bringing her tongue out while shaking her head playfully.
"Sure. I almost forgot to ask, when are your exams so you can study then after you both will be focused on training?" Jason inquired.
"Oh, we have a paper this Thursday and next week throughout is exam. So technically we would be done next week." Adria informed.
Andre worked effortlessly in the kitchen, his movements perfected as he prepared pasta and Alfredo sauce.
"Okay, that's great. There's still enough time to practice before the gala night." Jason said.
Some moments later, they were settled down in the dining, enjoying their pasta as conversation flowed between them. It's was a peaceful atmosphere as jokes were shared and laughter echoed round the walls of the room. It was the calm before the storm.