Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Prologue

The bitter cold blew through the empty warehouse. Well, almost empty. Jason's body was still lying there, dead and cold. The news haven't struck the media just yet, but it would eventually. Ontario's nightmare have finally ended. 

Or so they would think.

Jason opened his weak eyes as he remembered all that had happened. His chest was hurting from where a bullet went straight through him. But that was the least of his worries. He had to get home. He had to take care of Kay, not worry about himself. Digging for his phone in the depths of his skinny jeans pocket, he called the only person he could truly trust, Alexander.

Weakly dialing Alexander's number, he placed the phone to his ear. After two rings, Alexander picked up. 

"Did you get the job done?"

Jason groaned. He didn't want to tell his team he failed the mission but he had no choice.

"No, I-I got shot. Come pick me up."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Jason waited for his ride to come along. He was so disappointed in himself. How could he let them trick him so easily? He was way too smart for that. Way more smarter than those fools. Jason knew he had to do better this time. Taking over Ontario was his dream.

"Jason?" Alexander's voice echoed through the warehouse.

Jason groaned, indicating he was near. Alexander rushed over to Jason, helping him up. 

"Jason, good God. Look at you."

"Take me," he paused, trying to find the strength to speak. "Take me to the doctor." 

"You know we can't do that. They'll take you straight to prison once you heal!" 

"Wh-what other," Jason paused again, getting weaker. "Wh-what other choice do I have, Alexander?"  

Alexander sighed, picking Jason up, and placing him over his shoulders. Alexander was always very strong, though he looked very scrawny. He wasn't even considered cute to most people. But Jason always knew what he was capable of and how intelligent he was. Just because he was quiet didn't mean he wasn't thinking. 

Carrying Jason out like a soldier injured in war, Alexander carefully placed Jason in the passenger seat.

"Apparently, someone already put a rag on your wound to help the bleeding." Alexander examined.

"Probably m-my w-weak brother."

"This should help stop some of your bleeding if you keep pressure on it ." Jason nodded as he held the rag down on his bullet wound.

Alexander drove to the hospital while Jason fought to stay awake. He knew he could change his name, get treatment, and go back to his criminal ways, but this experience changed him. He also knew the doctors would be asking questions and found out the truth sooner or later. Jason knew what he had to do.

Pulling up to the hospital, Alexander helped Jason out the car and into the emergency room.

"Help! My friend has been shot!" Alexander yelled. 

Nurses rushed with a wheelchair, setting Jason in it. 

"What happened?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know. He called me, saying he been shot." Alexander exclaimed in panic. He was one hell of an actor. 

"Alright. Take him to the ER. ASAP!" The doctor demanded before they pushed Jason into the surgery room.