Intertwining Bullets

Chapter 4

The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air as the sound of sizzling food and chefs calling out orders echoed through the diner. George sat in the red leather seats, Karl sitting beside him for no apparent reason.

The waitress, Olivia, a woman in her mid thirties with curly blonde hair and a permanent smile walked over with coffee, pouring them a cup of the steaming liquid.

"The usual, boys? " She asked, clicking her pen.

"Yes, please, " Karl answered with a friendly smile.

Olivia smiled and jotted down the usual, before making her way towards the kitchen.

"god, I'm starving, " Karl groaned, putting more sugar packets in his coffee than needed. It was a wonder how he didn't have diabetes yet.

George chuckled, "you're always hungry." He stirred in the creamer into his coffee. He looked up at the sound of the door's bell ringing, signaling someone entering the establishment.

As he looked up, he saw a tall, blonde entering. Shit.

"Karl," George said, nudging the other with his elbow.

Karl looked up with a questioning gaze before noticing the reason why. "Uh oh." He muttered.

"No shit, " George replied, his grip on his cup tightening.

The blonde looked over and spotted the two. A look of surprise crossed his face then it turned into a grin.

He walked over and sat across from the two brunettes. "Well, isn't this a surprise? " he said.

George's eyes narrowed, "Dream. What a...lovely surprise." He looked at Karl who was watching the interaction casually, drinking his coffee. Well, he's no help.

"Gotta say George, you did some damage," Dream commented with a smile, though the twitch in his eyebrow gave away his annoyance.

"You got some hits in too, " George replied, his gaze unwavering as he tried to read his enemy's intentions.

Dream hummed, leaning forward, his eyes just as critical. Karl's eyes darted between the two, shifting in his seat.

George bit his tongue. "So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be off chasing the target? " He asked, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"I could ask you the same thing, " Dream retorted.

Olivia walked back over with the two plates, and everyone immediately put up the act of friends reuniting. She smiled and placed down the plates before turning on her heel, sauntering away.

They ate in silence, with Dream and George glaring at each other, Karl was just kind of there. The tension was like a tightrope, ready to snap at any given moment. The noise in the diner faded into a dull background noise as the two had a silent battle of wills.

Suddenly, the glass window they were sitting by shattered, sending the shards everywhere, cutting whatever it came into contact with. George looked at his food and noticed a bullet, immediately grabbing Karl and ducking down. Dream too ducked, his hand on his gun.

George turned to Dream, who was staring at him. "You hired a hitman to take me out!?" The two exclaimed at each other. They froze for a moment, gauging the other's sincerity. Finding no sign of deception from the other, they momentarily put aside their hatred for each other and looked from where the bullet came from.

On the rooftop, was a dark silhouette crouched down, holding a gun that was indistinguishable from the shadows. The three looked at each other in a silent agreement before taking off towards the unknown assailant.

Their footsteps echoed in unison as they followed the attacker. They were most likely trained like them, based on their movements and lack of hesitation. So they had to be careful. They may have advantage in numbers, but the figure had a gun, and who knows if he brought friends with them.

Despite their disdain for one another, Dream and George worked surprisingly well when they weren't at each other's throats. Karl remained slightly behind, watching the two, this was a good chance for them to bridge the chasm between them. Though, that was wishful thinking, those two were as stubborn as mules.

After what felt like hours, they managed to corner the sniper, their guns aimed at him. "Remove your hood and put your hands where we can see them!" George ordered. Dream shot George a look, "you sound like a copper, Georgie," he commented sarcastically.

George stomped on Clay's toes, earning a surprised yelp from the blonde. The figure complied and dropped his weapon. "Listen, I was just hired to wipe you two out, nothing personal, just business," the figure said, turning to face the trio.

"Who sent you?" Karl asked, taking a step forward.

"Some guy named Roman," The man answered, his hands up in a placating gesture.

George, Dream, and Karl all exchanged glances. Roman. The target. Great, now they had to get him before he got them.

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Hey lovelies, I know I've been dead, but school started up again. <3 Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day/night and take care of yourself :)