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Newt sighed as he walked though the doors of the secret service--The Glade. He had just reached the headquaters after one hell of a mission and he was too tired to deal with anyone. Especially not Minho, his friend in The Glade.
Well, guess who had to walk in then.
"Bro! You're back? I was starting to worry you haven't killed that son of a gun yet." Minho smiled as he plopped down on the counch next to Newt. Newt groaned as he remembered his mission. That guy put up one hell of a fight. The Glade was a small group of people who help other people do their dirty deeds. And by dirty deeds, it meant killing others for money.
"Yeah, that guy was bloody tough." Newt replied absentmindedly with his head tilted back and his eyes shut. His legs started to ache and his body registered the physical exortion he'd just been through.
Newt let out another groan.
"I'm gonna take a bath." It took all the effort in Newt to get his arse off the couch and to the bathroom.
The water felt nice to him. The feeling of the water droplets hitting his skin, like rain. His joy was short lived, as he stepped out of the bath room only to be greeted by his boss, Mr Janson.
"Oh bloody hell. Not again. Not the shuck again." The only time Janson would show up was to give him another mission. The rat-faced man gave Newt a wry smile and handed him a folder.
"Subject A2, Thomas, your new target." Janson said simply.
Newt glared at Jenson, if looks could kill. He snatched the file from his hands and flipped through it. Seems easy enough. There were no pictures of how he looked like, so Newt only hoped he was a scrawny guy with glasses. Newt scanned through Subject A2's personal particulars again. 23 years old, girlfriends : 3, relationship status currently: single. Best friend: Teresa Agnes.
"His address is in the file. The pay is high, so do your best. Remember, if he isn't dea--"
"I know I know," Newt cut Janson off. "If he isn't dead in two weeks, I'm the shank that's going to bloody die."
Janson smiled his creepy grin again before leaving retreating back into his office. Newt stormed back into the room where he last left Minho, hoping he was still there. And he was. But this time, he was clutching a file of his own too.
"I can't believe this. Rat Man said my target... is a little boy? Chuck, it said his name was. I can't do that." Minho said, without even taking his eyes off the file, or glancing up at Newt.
"Hell, ain't it? Why did we sign up for this anyway." Newt replied Minho, thrusting his own file to Minho to take a look.
"Yours is an easy target. Only downside is that he can run fast. It says here he was his school's top runner for track and field. Good luck man." Minho said after glancing through Thomas's file.
"Same to you, shank." Newt retorted and both of them went their seperate ways.
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Newt double checked the address on the letter box in front of him and his file before ringing the door bell. He waited a minute or so before ringing it again.
"I'm coming, hold on a sec!" came a reply. Newt was taken aback at the sight before him when the door flung open. Whoever he was imagining before completely melted away. This boy was completely, utterly gorgeous; brown hair, eyes you could get lost into, and a six pack that was extremely obvious through the tight shirt he had on.
"Hello, I'm Newt. You're Thomas right?" Newt recomposed himself and said. Thomas looked shocked, as if someone just slapped him across his face.
"Yeah, that's me. Sorry, how did you know me? Did we meet before? If we did and I was drunk at a bar, please ignore whatever I said or did then." Thomas blurted out.
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thomas pov:
How did this guy--Newt know his name? He tried to act chill, as if it didn't bother him.
He was woken up by the sound of his doorbell and he expected the old lady from next door, coming over to borrow some sugar or looking for her glasses. He got much more than he bargained for, looking at the lean built, blond boy standing in front of him.
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newt's pov:
"No, it's not that. I was sent here by my boss, apparently someone is after you and I'm supposed to protect you." The lie tasted absolutely disgusting on his tongue. He lied to many of his victims before, but looking at Thomas now, it felt wrong.
And suddenly, the knife and file in his backpack felt extremely heavy.
Thomas scratched the back of his neck in thought, causing the hem of his shirt to run up a little, revealing his v-line. Newt swallowed and his heart went crazy.
"Thanks, but I think i can out run the son of a bitch if he tried to do anything weird." Thomas said and Newt's heart sank. He had to keep lying to Thomas.
"My boss said I had to protect you, it's my job. Come on, it's not like I'm a serial killer or something." Lies, all just bloody lies.
Thomas furrowed his brows and pouted, deep in thought.
Oh god, why did he have to be so darn cute?
Thomas mumbled an 'okay' and swung the door wider for Newt to go in. He smiled at Thomas and stepped in.
The place was a huge mess, pizza boxes and chinese takeouts were scattered everywhere. One of the lights in the living room was flickering. "Right, I bet you think I live in a pig's sty." Newt heard Thomas say behind him.
"No, no." Newt said, a smile playing on his lips. "Getting over a breakup?" Newt turned around and asked Thomas. His face fell immediately and Newt regretted even opening his mouth.
"Look, I did'nt mean--"
"It's okay. I mean, if you're gonna protect me, might as well know everything." Thomas replied.
Newt smiled again. "Since you're going to tell me everything about you, Tommy, I shall do the same."
No, oh no. What had Newt gotten himself into this time?