Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter four: Outsmart

Jinx didn't know what Harry looked like. His job was to monitor computers, transfer funds, plan business meetings between drug buys or when they alert him to any sort of extortion job, but he stays away from blood. The sticky copper makes him scream like a girly-girl and pass out.

"I'm over six feet, wide shoulders. They got me in a shaft barely bigger than my dick." Jinx complained. He dragged his tranquilizer gun alongside him, barely able to see in front due to it being so dim.

Hex hadn't showed him a picture or given him any direction, just to crawl his rear end through air ducts to find a fellow Englishman, with a Cheshire accent.

"YOLO," He muttered, not happy with these turns of events. "I don't know why I agreed to work for the crazy bitch. Hex scares the every-living balls up into my nut sack."

"You're telling me." He heard a low agreement, jerking his head to the left. He had come to a crossroad in the air duct. "You find him yet?" The London-based tone asked, not moving.

Jinx shook his head.

"Not yet. I went this way, everyone else is checking through different ventricles. It's a huge underground; Styles could be anywhere. I've been crawling through for about half an hour. If you ask me, Hex needs to put security cameras in here for extra security. Anyone could get in or out and we wouldn't know."

Harry smiled, his brows furrowing. His luck couldn't be this good. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Jinx snorted.

"Zayn told me he picked his restraints, then somehow unscrewed the air vent cover. This has never happened before and no sightings so far," Jinx rambled, eyeing the other male. "What's your name? I don't believe we've met? Then again, hundreds of people come through daily. I've met a total of maybe twenty."

Harry started to chuckle incredulously. This guy is either trying to play him or he's really that dumb.

"I'm from London," He lies easily, maintaining his faux accent. "Hex sent me West here. The name's Harry." He reached out to shake the other's hand, his eyes focusing on the gun in the man's other. Just by the looks, he knew it wasn't an actual pistol.

Jinx went to return his friendly gesture, but Harry was quick to reach down, tugging the naïve bloke's tranq gun straight from his hand.

"Harry Styles," He introduces himself fully with a grin, watching Jinx's eyes turn incredulous. "I'm going to need your keycard to get out of this shithole, mate. I can either knock you out with this;" He holds up the tranquilizer gun he just stole. "Or you can hand me over all the necessary items. Car keys, identification keycard, money. Mine was stolen from my back pocket; phone included. They were thorough in relieving me of everything but the clothes on my body and name." He ranted, noticing Jinx raised up enough to let Harry know he wasn't trying anything.

"Everything is in m-my back p-pocket. Can I r-retrieve them?" Jinx asked stutteringly, not wanting to get shot with a sleep-dart. He knew it was best to be a coward.

Why hadn't Hex given him a picture of this guy, before he found himself up shit's creek without a paddle?

Harry regarded him cautiously, giving a firm nod.

"Alright, but if you try anything..." He trailed off; a threat evident in his voice.

"I w-won't. I'm n-not that brave," Jinx promised, reaching back with his right hand, pulling his card key, his wallet, his work phone; which was a burner and car keys. "I'm just their c-computer specialist. I run the illegal s-side of things."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I didn't need your life story, mate. Thanks. I just want out of here. I did nothing wrong," Harry insisted, his brows furrowing. "Of course, you know that. Everyone here knows I'm a mistaken target. Why won't they let me go home? I won't tell anyone. My mum's sick...terminal. I was going to visit her when all this went sideways." He held his hands up to indicate where they were currently.