The Assassin And The Agent - Ziall Horlik

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"So... How is this going to turn out?" Zayn chuckles, slouched against his seat.

"Just go in, get every piece of information you can get – buy some flowers or something, I don't know. Just stall time." Louis says through his joint ear-piece to his best friend's, as he types away at the main computer, pencil resting between his teeth somehow.

"Okay so just the everyday job?" Zayn sighs back, his reply being blunt and rather boring.

"Be careful with this one. One of the warnings was this bloke is a man-eater – can wrap anyone around his little finger. I wouldn't get too close or share too much information with the guy." Louis chuckles out, slightly impressed with the file he had in front of him, in fact, this was already the third time he had read upon it.

"I still don't get it though, I mean, five years later and another Horan pops up out of nowhere?" Zayn chuckles, slipping the keys from the ignition to his pocket.

"All I know is that the entire Horan façade leads straight back to this kid – I don't know how the hell he's involved now but someone found a pointer on him." Louis huffs, shaking his head. "I mean, he's got a large body count, worth more than his parents ever did and is involved with some of the highest rolling business owners this side of anywhere." He then chuckles, utterly amused.

"Who found the lead on him?" Zayn asks, taking his shades off to place on the dashboard of his car.

"Anonymous." Louis replies, looking up at the screen which had a couple of minor details about the case.

"Anonymous?" Zayn sighs, placing his wallet carefully in his back pocket as he exits out of his black car, looking around the rather empty street.

"Yep." Louis nods as Zayn crosses the road, placing his hand in the sheer black jacket he bought from home – the blazer with his work logo on it wouldn't exactly go down well, he thought.

"Alright, m'goin' in." He mutters into the device hidden by a grey scarf – perfect for hiding the beige cord connecting from his ear to the ploy taped to his lower chest.

"Alright Malik," Louis sighs, throwing his legs up on the desk with his head leaning back on his seat. He clenched and unclenched the scrunched up paper in his hand, ready to observe the guy who's been the missing piece of the puzzle for years.

It wasn't a complicated case. It had been nothing different to anything else Zayn and his partner Louis had dealt with before. In fact it's child's play. Yet, after taking care of Maura, Greg and Bobby – the return of the stolen millions was nowhere to be found.

The flower shop smelt like flowers, Zayn somehow was amused with that thought. Of course it bloody smelt like flowers.

There were gardenias on two rustic white stands out the front with a baby blue watering can left on a shelf. The agent knew little to nothing about flowers – yet judging by some of the pictures and charts scattering the room, he somehow felt as if he could learn everything there was to know within the information he had seen.