You're armed, I'm dangerous - Larry Stylinson

3

The path he was following was familiar, but he had changed, the bright colours of his clothing sticking out like a sore thumb in the dark environment. Harry sighed as he reached a solid white door with black lines carved through it, two Initials sitting ominously in the door handle 'K. A" and another word in the center of the door "Rise."

"Jesus, it really hasn't changed has it." The door opened with thumb recognition as he closed his hand around the handle. "Mamma Mia, here we go again." a robotic voice greeted him ,"Entry, Styles - Killing angel, code name Thanatos."

Harry sighed, "Yeah, yeah, I know." The room shifted from the blank walls to what looked somewhat like a walk-in wardrobe, "Mitch?" The voice spoke up again "Harry, it's been a while." The boy standing in the middle of the room smiled, "Missed you too, can you play my playlist please?" There was a beep, "I absolutely can."

"I love your coding." "Thank you, Mr. Styles." Harry looked up to the ceiling "Don't start that again."

"Wouldn't dream of it." There was another small beep and the first notes of back in black started playing through the sound system. "God I really was that eighteen-year-old, wasn't I?" Harry picked up the file and sat down at the desk in his room, it was still covered in his stuff, a clean mug on the desk with a British flag on it, the band posters on the walls, the fluffy white rug and the pretty blue walls. "Yep, definitely still my room." He spread the file out over the desk, it wasn't a hard mission, pretty basic - there wasn't even killing involved.

"Infiltrate the ball and bring this man back to the house." He slipped the small image out of the file - the photo was of quite a small man with tan olive skin and dark hair, "He will be wearing a deep navy suit, we expect him back alive." Harry sighed, "Good one to start with, bring up my stats Mitch."

A pop-up screen appeared over Harry's desk numbers and letters dancing over the screen. "Masquerade? That's so cliché." He read further into the digital file, "Damn them, what's betting they wanted me because the target is gay."

"Well, it would make sense Harry." He leant his elbows on the desk. "How long do I have until the ball?" The file spun as Mitch searched for the answer. "Tomorrow night, nine pm start, dancing and drinks, no names." Harry nodded, "Convenient."

"We need a place on the next block over, a suit and a mask, and 2.5 mg of midazolam." Mitch listed the items. "All things we have in here." Harry nodded and got to work, folding out workspaces to reach the needed items, "I really hoped I'd never have to do this again, but I have to admit I'm good at it."

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The swaying of people around him was simply put, quite overwhelming. His suit was off white, a silver mask covering half his face over one eye. He put a hand up to his ear "Mitch?"

"Sir?" Harry groaned, pushing past a group of giggling ladies, "I feel like I'm in one of those cheesy romance books." There was a pause as Harry worked his way around the room, scouting exits, "Well, your situation is certainly abnormal." Harry sighed, "I got that Mitch." The Ai didn't respond so Harry took the small earpiece out and placed it in his front pocket, allowing his shoulder length curls to fall forward from where they had been tucked behind his ear.

He smoothly approached a group of women in colorful dresses. "Good evening, ladies." They giggled, obviously intoxicated heavily, "You wouldn't happen to have seen any handsome young men, I seek council only from the best." They all giggled and gestured him in the direction of the bar, if he was lucky, he wouldn't even have to administer the carefully concealed drug.

Harry held back scanning the packed bar, he spotted a few boys, and girls that he would much rather be talking to, but easily spotted his target, the dark birth mark under his ear making him plainly obvious.

Harry sidled up to him, discreetly running hand across the man's lower back, he engaged in conversation with the bartender until he felt an unsteady weight lean into his arm from the incorrect side. His target was still there steadily drinking, but another man had interrupted his flow of thought. The suit was entirely black, an outfit much like his own even the mask was similar, but it was instead made out of a matte black.

The short stranger had a piercing blue gaze as he made brief eye contact with Harry, looking over him once before dashing into the crowd, Harry placed his earpiece back in "Mitch, get me an I.D on him."

He took the earpiece back out and turned to his target, who, at this point, was drunk off his feet. Harry rolled his eyes "Come on love, let's get you home." The walk out of the building was easy, there was a small fight at the door when the man's bodyguard appeared at the back door to stop him, but they were easily knocked out.

Harry dropped the act as he pulled the man into the backseat of the black car, binding him into place. He was fast asleep now, so Harry placed the drug into a small box in the glove compartment.

There was an escort of guards to meet him as he brought the car round to the back of the house "He's in the back." Harry watched as the men took him out and vanished him into the house. "Well, I'm glad that's over." Harry headed into the house to his room where he dumped the suit and the drugs, he took a quick shower to wash away the horrible feeling before jumping back in his own blue car to head home.

He had taken the headpiece back to his apartment so he could keep talking to Mitch. "So, who's my dark stranger?"

"Don't know Harry, he isn't on any records anywhere, he's like you." Harry groaned, "God's sake, he must have known who my target was."

Sure enough, the next morning the flat Harry had gotten ready to go the venue from had been raided, but it could be connected to him in no way. "I haven't lost my flare." His laptop finished loading. Mitch started talking, "Your theory was correct Harry, I've lined up all the information you gave me, that man is the new kid on the block and he's obviously very good."

"But not quite good enough."