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

4

Harry walked into the office quite angry, "Walsh." The man sitting opposite him jumped and scurried out of the office, "Why didn't you know that Raven was going to be there?"

"I- What?"

"Its basic information and was quite easy to work out with my simple AI." The man actually looked scared. Good. The lack of info could have cost Harry the whole mission. 

"Walsh, let me make this clear if I get sent on any more missions that have issues like this that could potentially compromise the whole mission, I will not be happy. I am here because my mother asked me, not because of loyalty to you. Don't disrespect that." He nodded, and Harry headed towards the door. 

"We have another case for you," Walsh finally said as Harry was halfway to the door. He turned. "A challenging one, or an extremely boring one."

"Hostage situation with a third gang." Harry paused, intrigued, and came back over to take the file being offered to him, scanning through as Walsh continued, "The gang has members from both us and Cowells gang, rumor has it that Raven is going to be there." 

Harry nodded, continuing to scan the information pages, "So there will be competition, what's their goal?"

Walsh paused, "We assume it will be the same as ours, both you and raven will be trying to complete the same mission- an extraction but getting both your own gang and the other gangs' members."

"Please Styles, we don't have anyone else who can take the new kid down." He added a moment later when Harry didn't agree. 

Harry sighed closing the file, "New kid is how old?" Walsh paused, thinking over the information they had, "We assume he is only minorly older than you as he supposedly left the academy before you did." 

Harry rubbed a hand over his face, "So you're saying there's a chance I might actually know him?" Walsh nodded.

"It would make a certain amount of sense, I mean, why else would I have tried to I.D him, I think subconsciously I knew I'd seen him before, and now you've brought it up, I know that I have - I just can't place him." He closed the file.

 "You don't need to know his identity to do this mission."

"No, but it's a fun side mission." Walsh looked momentarily worried. "It's fine, have I ever messed up because of a side mission?" 

The older man shook his head, "Exactly, and this is no different, I want to know who he his anyway, I'll figure it out sooner or later." Walsh hesitated before arguing, "I'm not sure if that is entirely sensible Styles."

"Your fault for picking me."

"What?"

"Well, you did pick the only bisexual assassin in the force, you can hardly expect me not to pursue a slightly older man that looks good in black, I think that would be unfair."

-

Harry pulled the buckle on his boot tighter than it had been left. "It's quite impressive that you still fit into that." Harry looked up to the roof, "Thanks for your faith in me, Mitch... but I had to fix the leg and torso length so."

"I meant it in a complimentary way Harry." Harry rolled his eyes, "Course you did." He pulled his hair into a bun, carefully tugging a few pieces out to frame his face. "Gold sparkles or no, Mitch?"

"The gold sparkles wouldn't hurt anyone, if you're going to kill people, might as well look good doing it, plus it was always your signature look."

"Don't even know if that liner still works, to be honest." he pulled the pen out of a small drawer, carefully running it over his waterline, he pulled it away and looked at the brush in surprise. "Still works."

"That's surprising." Harry nodded "Well Nyx is yet to let me down." He capped the liner and put it down, instead picking up the mascara.

"Okay done, is the plan in place Mitch?" There was a small beep, "Everything is set up for when you're ready."

Harry nodded, looking over his white suit again, fixing a few of the buckles so it fitted him better. The mask that was attached to the high neck of the suit was still hanging loose just below his chin, he hooked it up - so it sat over his nose and mouth, breathing in so that the filters activated, turning the suit on, and holding the mask in place.

"Ready."

-

The location was certainly interesting, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London, it was one that had many elevated walkways and vents, which made the mission much more exciting. Or dangerous.

Before slipping into the vent Harry checked his smaller blades on his shins and then the second set at his waist and the third set on his forearms as well as the set of larger blades on his back. The vent was easy to get through, considering the bolts had rusted and just crumbled upon contact.

Harry noticed a scattering of broken bolts over the small ledge a few feet over. "Careless." He muttered, as he dusted the bolts from his own entry from the ledge.

He slipped through the vent and immediately had sharp silver pressed against the neck of his suit.

"A knife?" The blade pressed harder against his armor, "Are you flirting with me?"

"Don't be an idiot."

"Well knives are my thing so..."

Harry scanned over the person in front of him, undoubtedly Raven. The boy was shorter than he had expected and dressed in much the same way as Harry, apart from the fact that his suit was entirely black, and there was a black liner in his waterline, causing the bright blue of his eyes to stand out further.

"Too bad, nice suit by the way," Harry was slightly taken aback, "I can only assume that was sarcasm."

"Well, I mean what obnoxious person wears white." Harry stared directly into the shorter boys' eyes over the blade, "The most venomous creatures are the brightest." The pressure of the knife decreased slightly, "Or because they want to be seen coming."

"Or because they want to be caught." The pressure of the knife decreased even further. Harry took the moment and pushed the shorter boy into the wall instead holding his own knife into the only weak spot in the blade proof armor.

Harry caged him in, "You may be older than me, but you are in no way more experienced, the bolts outside - sloppy, holding the blade to my throat - could've got you killed. But I think you're intriguing - that's the only reason you aren't dead. Raven, I presume."