Going...home? (TW/AA)

Stage 1 (17) - Part 4

Mitch raised his arm to knock on Stan's door but it was yanked open before his knuckles had a chance to Rapp (A/N see what I did there? Aren't I clever? No? Okay) on the door.

"I swear to God I am going to kill you myself if you aren't careful!" Yelled Stan, the bags under his eyes were very prominent, indicating a severe lack of sleep. Mitch scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and cleared his throat.

"We just had a major breakthrough in our case. We think Stage 2 can begin soon." Said Mitch, a sudden change in demeanour from Stan made him seem like a young man again. His eyes seemed to shine at the thought of being able to start the second stage of their plan.

"Well what are you waiting for, son. Show me what you've got."

Mitch led him to Newt's and his apartment, practically dragging Stan there in an effort to get him there faster. Once they finally got there, Mitch made sure to shut the door and lock it, just in case anyone got the smart idea of listening in on what they were saying.

"Hi Mr Agent, shit I meant Mr Stan, wait wh- I-I- mean Mr Hurley." Stuttered out Liam, his nervousness was palpable as he rambled out awkwardly.

"Bloody hell Stan, you look like absolute shit." Exclaimed Newt, his nonexistent filter becoming all the more obvious.

"Well you would look like shit too if you got zero hours of sleep because your neighbours we too busy fucking like bunnies. If you want I can show you what I had to listen to: 'OH FUCK YES MITCHY, RIGHT THERE'" Stan scoffed. Newt turned a wonderful shade of pink when Stan imitated his sex voice and moaning. Mitch was trying so hard not to laugh, the image of Newt's adorable blush and Stan's hilarious impressions, imprinted in his mind forever. Liam cleared his throat as the tips of ears turned red from the second hand embarrassment.

"Anyway..." Liam trailed off, doing anything he could to diffuse the awkward tension within the room. It's safe to say it definitely did not work. Liam's attempt was futile at best and just seemed to add to the growing pile. Stan just rolled his eyes at his slight immaturity.

"Look I didn't come here to fuck about. I have things I would much rather be doing but I'm stuck on this mission with you so we might as well finish the job." Stan said, he was lying between his teeth but he would never admit to another living soul that he actually enjoyed Mitch's company, he had a reputation to uphold. He also knew that if anyone found out about his soft spot he would be teased about it endlessly, but it could also be a way of his enemies using something that he cared about against him.

"Right of course, I'm sure the squirrels are really missing your company." Mitch joked, letting his guard down around the people whom he trusted. Stan, Liam and Newt all looked at him, perplexed as to why he was bringing squirrels into the equation.

"Y'know, because of the cabin in the woods that Stan lives in? The one where he trains people?" Mitch sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's not funny when you have to explain the joke."

Newt patted him on the back as he fought back a smile. Mitch just gave him a small death glare but was also trying his hardest to fight off his own grin.

"Ok let's come up with our plan." Stan announced, making the other three men in the room jump when he slammed his palm down unnecessarily hard on the tabletop. Mitch and Newt looked sheepish at their reactions to the noise, their training had taught them better. "I don't know how many times I've had to tell you this Rapp but I'll say it again; you flinch, you die." Stan rolled his eyes at the two and decided to just let it slide this one time.

"Ok then, first of all we're gonna need Liam to take the cocaine from the meet-up place that Scott told him to go to. En route to the creepy abandoned warehouse that you have to deliver it to, make sure you use this syringe to inject a microchip into the cocaine. It is nearly impossible to detect and shouldn't cost you any time. We don't want them to suspect anything if you are late because you stopped, even if you only stopped for 10 minutes." Stan said, motioning at different areas of the map as he did so. Liam nodded along to his words, his participation in the plan didn't seem like it was going to be too difficult to pull off. At least he wasn't going to have to kill anybody just yet, he was going to leave that to the trained professionals, thank you very much.

Newt picked up a small hard plastic case from off of the floor and placed it on top of the table. He opened the case with a scan of his thumb print and pulled the latches open to reveal the syringe. The inside of the case was cushioned with what looked to be velvet padding, nestled in the middle was a single glass syringe. It was very thin and almost resembled a pen. A pale blue liquid could be seen in the main body and the needle was discreetly hidden, new technology developed in secret allowed the needle to elongate from 1cm to 10cm.

Liam leaned across the table to get a better look at the syringe that was supposed to contain the microchip that he was meant to use. "Where is the microchip?" He asked, squinting his eyes to try and spot the minuscule piece of floating metal.

"Well it wouldn't be an undetectable microchip if you could see the bloody thing, would it?" Newt replied sarcastically. Liam blushed for what felt like the 50th time that day for the flustered man as his common sense took a moment to catch up with the rest of his thoughts.

"Well what does it do then?" Liam asked, swiftly trying to change the subject.

"It will allow us to track the cocaine once it has left your care and also has a powerful microphone inside that lets us hear what's being said. We can then record the audio and use it as evidence later on." Mitch answered him this time. Liam understood the gist of what was going on and nodded his head vigorously.

"Ok, we are gonna give you a controller that has a button on it. Once you get into the warehouse you need to press the button three times. This will send us a signal to alert us that you are in the warehouse." Stan continued, handing Liam a sleek black gadget that was about the size of a watch and had quite a large button in the middle of it.

"We'll take it from there so once you've given them the coke, we're gonna need you to leave the warehouse because even though you are helping us, you are still technically a civilian and Irene would eat us alive if we got a civilian killed." Mitch concluded, his eyes never leaving Liam's in an unwavering stare. Liam wasn't about to say it out loud but he was dead scared of Mitch, if Stiles and Mitch were stood side by side, he wouldn't even dream about them being the same person. Whenever he looked at Mitch one line always ran through his mind, 'pain makes us hurt but pain also makes us strong'. Liam knew that Mitch had seen and done some fucked up shit but it was slightly less fucked up than other people *cough* terrorists *cough* trying to nuke the world.

They were finally moving on from Stage 1 of the plan, may Stage 2 commence...

A/N

Thank you for being patient with me whilst I wrote another chapter. I'm sorry for not updating in ages so I made this chapter longer than normal

Also side note if you live in the UK, American Assassin is now on Netflix and Love and Monsters is coming on there next week. 🙌

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