Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

The Kill Order

I sat with Thomas at the table in the hideout. We had been here all night, waiting for Harry to hack into the whatever geeky technical thing he had to to figure this all out. I was exhausted. Most of the others were out, scouting around, trying to find anything unusual. Dylan and Grant were in the other room of the hideout, setting equipment up. They kept complaining that we didn't have everything that we had before. My head was resting on Thomas's shoulder awe sat waiting. Eventually, Dylan and Grant finsihed setting eveeything up anr cane to join us, clearly exhausted. I looked back over at Harry and saw him concentrating on the screen as he continued typing quickly.
"Is he ever going to get in?" I asked quietly, looking up at Thomas.
"It might take a while some days, but Styles always gets in," he replied. "Anytime now."
"Yes!" He suddenly yelled out, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm in!" The four of us quickly stood and ran over. "I'm downloading the files now."
"Harold, you geeky little genius, what would we do without you?" Dylan asked, staring at the screen as Harry clicked on a file. There were a bunch of names with numbers next to it.
"What is this?" I asked as he scrolled through the many pages of it.
"It's a dead pool..." Grant said.
"Wait, a dead pool, as in-"
"As in kill these people for me and I'll pay you this much..." Harry responded.
"Are any of us on it?" Thomas asked, giving me a nervous glance.
"No. Well. Yes, but, all of our names are crossed off your some reason... as if the we were killed..."
"Or as if the order to kill us was killed," Grant said.
"Okay, so Nick was telling the truth, for once... but why would he want us out of the way for this? Why would we be a threat to his Dead Pool?" Thomas asked, I just blocked them out as I noticed something. All of our groups names were together alphabetically... but one of us wasn't on it at all. Where was Will's name? But then, something worse caught my eye... the number next to my name... 500. Everyone else had single digit numbers...
"What do the numbers mean?" I asked. "Thousand?" Harry just looked up at me.
"Million... why?" My breath hitched in my throat. Nick wanted me dead for 500 million dollars? But why? And why would he have crossed off our names anyways? This just wasn't making any sense...
"There has to be something else going on," Dylan said. "What do the other files say?" Harry looked back at the screen and clicked a different file.
"Opperation Foxfire..." Harry read outloud. He scanned through it quickly until he reached a link at the bottom. "It can't be..." he whispered.
"What?" Thomas asked as he clicked on the link.
"It is... Nick is planning on starting a war..."
"What? How?" I asked.
"It says it all here... these are the missile launch codes... I don't know how he got them, but they're here... he's going to set them loose in areas all over the world, including here... the entire world would fall into war."
"What could he possibly gain from a world war?" I asked, feeling squeamish.
"I-I have no idea..."
"We need to tell the others. Now," Grant said.
"If we get involved with this, our names on the deadpool will reactivate. People will suddenly be trying to kill us again..." Harry said.
"If we don't stop them, every single government will fall, the world will go into mass panic and war!" Dylan argued.
"That's what he wants... maybe he thinks if he gets the world into a big enough panic, he can somehow convince everyone he can save them... the trick of fox..."
"Whatever he's planning... we need to stop it," Dylan said. I looked over at Thomas and saw he was just staring at the floor.
"You guys, call Urie and the others," I said. We can decide once they're here..." I said, grabbing Thomas's hand and walking into the other room. "What is it?" I asked. He just shook his head, still staring at the ground.
"It's just..." he sighed. "If we get involved then they're going to kill you... but if we don't get involved... then we have to raise our child in a world full of war, panic, and hatred..."
"Those three worlds seem to describe our lives perfectly at this point... dont they?" I sighed and looked down. "We have to stop them, Thomas... we have to. If we don't then so many other people will die. Countless amounts of people will be brutally murdered."
"But what if I have to watch you die? How would I go on then? If we don't listen to Nick, I might lose you."
"If we do, you most certainly will... at leasttgis way we have a fighting chance, and we'll only die if we lose. And I know we arent going to lose." He sighed and hugged me tightly.
"I just can't lose you..." he whispered.
"And you're not going to. You're not going to lose me, and you're not going to lose our baby. I promise you..."