Syndicate ⇝ Luke Hemmings ✓

syndicate : chapter two

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Luke's outfit that he tried on on the side/top

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The moment Luke stepped in to Liv's office, she grinned and took his hand before dragging him to another room a few doors down. "I got you so many clothes for this mission, you'll love it. I just need to measure you and alter some of the things."

Luke pouted, whining.

Liv opened up a set of double doors leading in to a large walk in wardrobe and she pulled him inside. She went to one corner and grabbed something as Luke walked around.

"I was never told I was wearing skirts, just being feminine." Luke protested and when Liv turned around holding some pale pink panties--Luke paled.

"They're expensive, I would be so happy to have these." She said. "You should be thankful."

"Well I'm not." Luke said, crossing his arms.

"You need to shave your legs and armpits and beard for this. I can do your legs and armpits for you, you've done your face before and I'll do your eyebrows too." She said, "but not until the day of the mission."

"I doubt this Reece guy will care if my legs are shaved." Luke said, ready to rant. "This is unfair, I don't want to d--"

"Stop whining and just do it Hemmings." She snapped. "It's your fucking job."

Luke frowned, Liz was scary when she shouted. "Okay."

"Try on an outfit for me yeah?" She said, softer this time. Once Luke nodded, she turned around and went searching through the clothes to find a nice outfit. "Something mature yet slightly sexy to reel in Reece Grean."

Luke was then handed two hangers, some high heeled boots and a belt before Liv showed him to the dressing rooms.

He stepped inside, Liv pulling the curtain closed for him and then he put the hangers on to the hooks inside the dressing room. He took off his white shirt, revealing the tattoo on his rib cage, of a bird cage, birds flying from it. He adored the tattoo, he got it when he turned seventeen and for his job he wasn't really allowed it (because they could pick someone out from a tattoo) but it wasn't shown off everyday.

He looked at himself in the mirror; seeing a scar on his upper shoulder. A bullet had gone through and through, as he looked through the mirror to his back, the scar was there too.

Luke took off his skinnies, before he grabbed the white skirt and put it on. He looked himself in the mirror, noticing the way the skirt hugged at his waist before he rolled his eyes at himself and instead put on the dark red long sleeve shirt, tucking it down in to his skirt.

He grabbed the belt and wrapped it around the top of the skirt before he sat down on the small stool and put on the boots. As soon as he stood, he wobbled and grabbed the wall quickly. "Liv!"

"Yeah!"

"How the fuck do you walk in heels?"

"Come out and show me."

Luke slowly left the changing room and once he did, all his co-workers laughed at him. "Oh fuck off." Luke scowled. "I feel fucking stupid, I hate it. If you don't stop laughing I'm gonna quit." Luke said making his boss, Terry, sigh and everyone shut up.

"Okay guys back to work." Terry said and as Michael stood up, he went to Luke and tugged the hem of the skirt.

"You look quite hot." Michael winked before he left, leaving Luke with a pink tint to his cheeks.

Luke turned and looked in the mirror, he straightened out the skirt and sighed.

"You do look hot." Liv said, "if I wasn't engaged go Q, I'd do you."

"I do look kinda cute in a skirt." Luke admitted. "Can I change now?"

Liv nodded and Luke put his normal clothes back on, handing Liv them. Before he left, she stopped him, handing him a bag. "These are panties, get use to wearing them, they might strain your dick."

Luke blushed, "thanks."

Terry patted Luke on the back, "go meet Michael, he's gonna talk about alias'."

Luke nodded and left the room, to Michael.

"Do you think he'll do alright?" Liv asked Terry, if Luke slipped up, his cover would be blown and he might die.

Terry nodded, "He'll do perfectly."

Luke walked in to Michaels office, the blue headed boy sitting at his computer with an ear piece in but he glanced up at Luke as he walked in. "Aw you aren't keeping the skirt on?"

Luke rolled his eyes, "it's just for my mission."

"Did you read up on Grean's files?" Michael questioned as Luke sat down beside him.

"I did. He sounds amazing." Luke said sarcastically, "if he wasn't a wanted man, I would date him." Which was the truth. Reece Grean had the money, the looks and the charm.

"So would I, but he loves sex so maybe not." Michael shrugged.

Luke sighed, "so who am I today?"

"You're gonna keep your first name, so you're name is Luke Jones. You are studying English Lit in a top university. You've got a rich daddy and mummy and you're an only sibling, you're adopted too."

Luke nodded, Michael opening a drawer and handing Luke an envelope. "This is college pass, credit card, ID, freaking Starbucks card, birth certificate that sort of stuff." Michael said.

Luke opened it up, seeing his photo on it was the same he used to get in to work. "I hate my picture." Luke mumbled, holding it up. "I look like an egg."

"You're always an egg,"

Luke nudged Michael at his words and scowled.

Michael then picked up a box from the desk, handing it to Luke. "This is your ear piece, it's flexible and flat so you can hide it in your ear with out Grean seeing it." He instructed. "When we need to talk, I'll talk to you through this, and only this."

"I'm a little nervous Mike." Luke admitted. "This all rests on me."

"There's no need to be nervous, you'll do just fine. This has been in planning for months. It will go smoothly." Michael said, patting Luke's thigh. "Just three months in there and it'll be over."

Luke took in a deep breath, "alright."

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yes Luke's against wearing the clothing, he won't like the clothes at all through this story. It's simply not what Luke likes on himself.

There's gonna be so many surprises with this I already love it and chapter WILL GET LONGER I SWEAT