The League [Phan AU]

Chapter 22

Eren and Levi made their way to the apartment of Phil Lester. They had forensics searching for fingerprints on the knife now, but they hoped they'd find this guy and get some answers as to what happened at the crime scene. Levi knocked on the door, hearing no sound from inside. Eren reached over and turned the door knob, Levi beginning to protest when it swung open. "Must've forgot to lock it," Eren shrugged, pushing past Levi to step inside.
"Eren you can't go in!" he argued. "We don't have a warrant or probable cause!"
"Does this gun sitting in the hallway count as probable cause?" Eren shouted from inside. Levi followed his voice to where he was standing beside a large shotgun which was leaning against the wall.
"I guess..." Levi started.
"We don't have to tell them everything," Eren said, walking into what seemed to be the living room of the apartment. "We can say the door was ajar and we could already see the gun."
"You shouldn't be this comfortable with lying," Levi called back, heading in the opposite direction toward the bedrooms.
"It's not like they care, and neither do I. As long as we get results, that's all that matters."
"That mindset will get you fired."
"I'll be fine. You worry too much."
"You're in such a great mood lately," Levi said. "Is it because of the criminal organization stuff?"
"Of course," Eren replied. "Erwin said there were tons of development with the case. He also said that when a real investigation starts we can be put on it."
"That's great," Levi muttered, opening the bedside drawers. Inside one was a small hand-held gun, and there was a similar one in the opposite drawer. That was already a reason to arrest Philip Lester if they found him. The shotgun needed a license, but having one in the city was rare and useless. Levi lifted the pillows on the bed to find a knife hidden under the left pillow. Levi couldn't be sure, but he had the suspicion that more than person lived in this apartment. He met back with Eren in the kitchen.
"Find anything?" Levi asked.
"Lots of weapons, and something really strange in the office," Eren told him.
"Same with the weapons," Levi replied. "What was strange?"
"Let me show you," he said, leading Levi out of the kitchen and into a room a few doors down. At first it seemed like a normal office, with two swivel chairs at the white desk and big computers, but then you noticed what was hung around the walls. Photographs of a certain man were pinned around the room, and various post-it notes with messy handwriting were stuck beside them. Levi plucked one off the wall, reading it out loud.
"'Chop his head off and then slice into thinner pieces?'" he read. "The fuck does that mean?"
"That's disgusting," Eren remarked, looking over Levi's shoulder at the note.
"We should try and get an ID on the guy in the photographs," Levi suggested. "Let's take some pictures of this room and the weapons we found."
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Tonight the Hideout was filled with people. It was the perfect night for an attack. Donovan Howell stood on the balcony looking down at the hustle and bustle below. The old warehouse was worn down, but it had the perfect amount of space for storage and people. He could pick out the people in the crowd who were his, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen.
"Donovan," a voice said behind him. He turned and saw the current leader of this Hideout.
"Shaun, how are you?" Donovan asked, faking sincerity and a smile.
"Good, good, how's that boy of yours? He hasn't been in much lately," Shaun said.
"You know we don't talk much," Donovan replied. "How's your boy? Troye is his name, right?"
"Yeah, that's him. He's got himself a boyfriend, an older kid from the League. I think Troye's finally gotten used to being a member."
"That's good. I remember when Dan and Phil starting training, I felt so proud of them."
"Yeah, it's quite a thing to watch them grow up and become men."
"I'm afraid you won't get to watch much more of Troye's growth," Donovan sighed.
"What, what do you mean?" Shaun stuttered.
"Oh, just that, this place is now under my control," Donovan smirked, taking the small handgun from his coat pocket and shooting the man in the chest. Shaun Mellet fell the ground, blood staining his shirt where the bullet hit him. With that gunshot a chain reaction started, and more gunshots fired from below.
Donovan looked out at the dead bodies now littering the floor. His loyal followers looked up to him, guns in their hands and shouts of excitement being called.
"This Hideout is ours now!" Donovan yelled to them. "Let this day mark our first success on our way to global domination!"