𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

22~ {𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝐵}

"Plans are nothing. Planning is everything."

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Saturday, May 29th

Morning

~Arrow~

"What the fuck are we supposed to tell him?"

"Shit Ryker, I don't fucking know!"

Maybe he'd go easy on me since this was my first fuck up. The only issue was how I managed to fuck this up.

"Three rounds of ammunition, and not one even grazed him." Ryker said, setting his gun down on the table.

I was racking my brain, trying to figure out the easiest way to bring this up to him. His hothead ass would air me out for sure, and possibly ruin a good mood that I'm sure he was in.

There's no doubt in my mind that he hadn't been boo loving with Destiny while they were away. Then I have to bring this up to him?

He would be used to it anyway. Just not from me.

"He won't kill us, Arrow. We both have a good reputation. And he gotta understand that we human. We fuck up sometimes." Ryker said.

I scoffed. "You must not know who we're dealing with. His main thing is precision and efficiency. The two of us guarantee that. Until now, of course."

"Stop bitching! He'll scream, yell, do all that shit he does when he's mad. But he'll figure something else out."

"You're way too nonchalant, my guy. I actually value my life."

He sat down on the dusty motel couch as he lit a cigarette. "I don't." He said, taking a puff.

Yeah, I can see that.

"Well, I can't keep stalling this for long. Im'a just rip the bandaid right off and tell him straight. That'd be better than beating around the bush anyway."

"Mhm, you do that, man."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called the boss, praying for the least worst scenario but expecting worse than the worst.

~Michael~

The faint sound of my phone ringing woke me up out of my sleep. I sat up slowly, letting my brain transition from groggy sleepiness to somewhat conscious.

My eyes fell on Destiny who was still asleep. Her hair was sprawled out across the pillow and her skin was smooth under me. A beautiful sight to wake up to

My phone continued ringing and I remembered that I actually had to answer it.

I reached over the edge of the bed and fished my phone out of the pocket of my jeans.

It was about nine thirty, and Arrow was already calling me. I almost forgot about the reason we actually came here.

"Y'all done?" I asked in a groggy voice.

There was silence for a moment which I found pretty weird. This was an instant indicator that something was wrong.

"Arrow." I said into the phone, prompting him to speak.

"We missed him, boss." He said with a sigh.

My face contorted into an expression of confusion and anger. Arrow? My best and most reliable guy fucked up an easy job?

"Stop playing with me. I'm not about these games and you know that."

"I'm not joking, boss."

I took the phone away from my ear to try and calm myself down, but it didn't work.