Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

XVIII

The four men sat around their office, all silent and occasionally glancing at each other but no one spoke.

"Reports in London are saying that it was a robbery gone bad." Luke spoke up, his voice quiet and Ashton glared at him.

"You never should have let Arya kill her mother." Ashton snapped, and Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his seat.

"Listen, Arya kinda deserves to do what she wanted. We allowed her to make those decisions and she did what she had to, I guess." Michael said, and Ashton scowled at him.

"Arya is turning into a murder happy monster. She murdered her mother, Michael, out of cold blood. She did not need to do that." Ashton said, folding his arms over his chest and Michael shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back in his seat.

"It's her life, Ashton." Calum mumbled, not really caring about what Arya did and Ashton clenched his jaw and shook his head.

"And it reflects on us. What if you three were caught, hm? Then what would have happened?" Ashton nearly snarled and Michael chuckled but quieted as Ashton's gaze snapped to him.

"We weren't caught, and we never will be caught. I might act stupid, but I know when to be serious and take care of everything. Ashton, you need to just relax. What'd you find out about Milburga though?" Michael said and Ashton rolled his eyes as he leaned back into his chair.

"Milburga will be at a social event, and it'll be formal. We can easily make an appearance but she know's who we are. It'd be better if we went undercover." Ashton mumbled, and Calum grinned.

"I call being Helmut Panke." Calum boasted, and Luke rolled his eyes as he knew that each of the boys would have to use prosthetic's as well as make-up.

"I get to look like a sixty-eight year old white man." Calum said, laughing and Michael thought but Ashton shook his head.

"We'll think of alias's later, but for now we need to talk to Arya, let her know what we're going to do." Ashton said, waving his hand at the three and Luke raised his eyebrows in a confused manner.

"I thought you were just ranting about her being a, what did you say, murder happy monster? Now you want her to go with us? I'm confused." Luke said, and Ashton rolled his eyes once again.

"We need her with us." Ashton mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose and Michael chuckled.

"I'll go get her." Calum said, jumping out of his chair and running into the training facility where Arya was, who had sweat glistening on her forehead as she punched the dummy in front of her, panting as she worked.

"Arya. Arya!' Calum called, and she turned towards him as she panted, standing up straight and watching him as he jogged over to her.

"Meeting in the office." He said, and Arya nodded as she grabbed her water from the floor and gulped down the cool liquid, breathing heavily as she grabbed a towel and wiped her face off, and went into the office where the four were sitting.

If it was anyone else walking into that room, they would have been intimidated by the way the four men were sitting at the desk, expensive suits adorning their bodies and arms crossed across their chest but not Arya.

She had a wicked grin on her face as she walked in, grabbing a granola bar from the table and plopping onto the seat, and motioned for them to talk.

Ashton sighed as he glanced at the other three, running a hand through his hair that has grown exponentially and cleared his throat.

"We will be going back go Germany," Ashton started and her eyes lit up but he continued speaking. "And we will be going to a social event. You can be a wife or a girlfriend or an escort, something to keep our identities secret." Ashton said, and Arya nodded.