Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs || ʟ.s

The Plan

TW// Mentions of depression, wounds, violence, murder, weapon use.

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{Louis' pov}

''Morning father, you wanted to speak with us?'' I made myself present when I stepped foot into the meeting room, my best mates close behind.

''Yes Louis, I managed to make a plan.'' My father, William, told me. I took the chair next to him. Niall sat down next to me and Liam and Zayn on the other side of the table. I glanced over at Liam and saw the look he gave Zayn.

There was definitely something going on between the two of them. I swore I once saw them holding hands.

''What's the plan?'' Niall asked.

''Well, as you know we've held an eye on them for some time now, ever since we saw Richard with the other gang. We noticed that Richard leaves the house pretty often and we think it may have something to do with TBS, but we don't know that for sure, as it is too risky to follow him. But we do gotta find out where he goes. So your job will be, socializing with Harry, as that is less risky than with Richard. Just assemble as much information as you can. To do that, we're gonna place you in the house next to theirs.'' He folded his hands together and layed them down on the table, in front of him and continues telling the plan.

''Zayn and Liam, your side job is to keep a close as possible eye on Richard. Louis, you need to find out if Harry has any other connections with The Bloody Snakes. Niall, you need to give us all the information you got and keep an eye on the rest of the town.''

''How are we gonna keep an eye on Richard, if it is too risky to follow him?'' Zayn asked, raising an eyebrow.

''Aren't you smart enough to figure that out yourself? We've all been trained for this.'' I sassed.

We've all been trained since we were six years old. The training was very rough. First we just learned the basics, but as we got older, the trainings got heavier. We've learned how to fight and to use several weapons, how to handle different situations and a lot more.

I remember my first mission very clear. I was thirteen years old and was placed in a group, who had to sneak into the building to take out the higher-ups from the gang we were after. That gang took something from me, which I will never forgive them for. I had to kill three of their members, to get to their higher-ups, though. Luckily my shot if very clean, I never miss a shot. Never.

I got hit by a bullet in my shoulder and ended up with a few cuts, from knives. Two of them were very deep. If it hadn't been treated in time, I might have died.

''When are we gonna move in?'' Niall asked, leaning back in his chair, with his hands behind his head.

''In about two days. So you better pack all your stuff and prepare yourself.'' My father said. He stood up and walked out of the room.

I gave the other boys one last look, before leaving the room, too. I walked down the hallway, to my room. Once I got there, I grabbed my laptop and searched for the town we would be staying.

One thing I did notice, was that there were a lot of abandoned buildings in the town. It would probably be too obvious, but they could possibly be a base of The Bloody Snakes.

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It was the day we would be moving.

We just arrived at the house we would be staying. I stepped out of the car, with the boys following me. Liam got the keys out of his pocket and opened the front door.

The house was big, but not too big. There were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a diningroom and a livingroom. The walls were white, apart from one, which was dark green. There was mostly black furniture, no further decorations.

''I claim a room for myself!'' I heard Niall yell. He was already upstairs. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs too. Not before claiming a room for myself, too. I didn't think Liam and Zayn would mind sharing a room. And I really don't like sharing a room. I like my own space, you know.

I walked into my new room, dropped my bagage on the bed and started inspecting the room. There was one painting on the wall and some stupid flower wallpaper. Have I already told you guys, I absolutely despise flowers? They are too colourful and cheerful for me.

I walked over to the window and looked at the boring view I had on the backyard. One thing catched my eyes.

There was a curly-headed boy with brown hair, sitting on a white bench in the backyard next to ours. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt and black skinny jeans. He stared off into space, with a few tears slowly streaming down his cheek. But one thing struck me, there was a big purple-blue bruise on his jaw.

He looked sad.

Being sad, is being weak. That's one of the most important things I've learned in the gang.

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Thoughts?

TBS = The Bloody Snakes. For your information <3

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