The League [Phan AU]

Chapter 38

The Hideout was busy again. There hadn't been a mission in so long. Dan stood on the balcony, watching the men he called in gearing up. The place was filled with the sound of guns being loaded and excited chatter. Someone was coming up the steps, and Dan turned to greet them. Four men about the same height as him stood before him.
'Perfect, they came.'
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Dan said.
"Why did you call us and not some of your eleven friends?" one of the guys asked.
'They're irrelevant.'
"Because they wouldn't agree to this," Dan answered. "Follow me."
Dan led them into the office, where he had a map laid out on the table in the center. They gathered around it and Dan began explaining the mission.
"This is the police station where the FBI is working from," he said, pointing to a square on the map. "We're going to have four teams, each taking a different way in. Two of the teams will enter the sewers and use a bomb to get into the basement on each side of the building. The third team will go in from the roof either by helicopter or just jumping from roof to roof. The fourth team will walk in through the front door and will also have the most gun power."
"What's the objective of this mission?" one man asked.
'Fuck 'em up.'
"Well, Mr. Alexander Jackson, we're going to wreak havoc."
The guys smirked and nodded, all leaving the office except for Alexander.
"I thought you were turning against the League, Howell," he said, pacing a bit.
'Then I took over.'
"I guess I've had a bit of a wake up call."
"I know the guys who have been trying to kill you," Alexander said. "I'll see if I can get them to stop."
'You're a keeper.'
"Thank you," Dan nodded. When Alexander left Dan went to a pile of boxes that were left in the office by the previous leaders. The first one he opened had a black trench coat in it, and Dan tried it on, finding it a perfect fit. He studied his reflection in the mirror, smirking evilly. Dan then picked up his gun from where it was resting on the desk and loaded it, slipping many more rounds into his pockets. Then he descended the stairs, standing before almost a hundred men.
"Let's go get 'em!" Dan yelled, getting cheers and shouts in reply.
Everyone headed outside to leave. Dan was about to walk to the truck he was riding in when a voice stopped him.
"Dan! What's going on?"
He turned and saw Marcus Butler jogging toward him.
'Kill him.'
"The FBI are onto us, so I'm doing something about it," Dan replied.
"We can't attack the police! It's too risky!"
'Kill him.'
"Well, we are, and as the Leader you have no right to stop me."
"Oh yeah?" Marcus said, pulling a gun from his back pocket. He laughed and smiled. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Howell."
'Kill him.'
"You know what will happen if you shoot me," Dan cautioned. "It won't end well for you."
"Do you think I care about what happens to me?" Marcus shouted. "She's dead! Niomi is dead and it's the fault of you and your father!"
'Kill him.'
"I had nothing to do with the attack, you know that." Dan positioned his gun behind the cover of the trench coat.
"No! You called us in to fight in a fight that wasn't ours!"
'Stop stalling and just kill him!'
"Go home, Marcus," Dan said calmly.
"No!" Marcus yelled. "This is madness! You're just going to get everyone else killed! Niomi, Jim, Tanya... their deaths are on your hands!"
Dan pulled the trigger, moving quickly to grab the gun from Marcus's outstretched hands. Dan's bullet hit Marcus's stomach, and blood began staining his shirt. Dan watched as the shorter man crumpled to the ground, his hands pressed against the wound.
"Dan!" Alexander shouted from the truck. "We have to go!"
Dan took one last glance at Marcus's body and jogged to the truck, hopping into the passenger seat.
'Good job, now let's do the real work.'
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When the truck pulled up in front of the police station Dan could hear the chaos that was already happening inside. He hopped out onto the pavement and watched as the others from the truck started lining up to go inside. Their formation would place Dan and Alexander in the middle, protected by those around them. Once everyone was in place Dan called for them to go in.
The moment they stepped through the doors the gunfire got louder. The lobby had been taken over by their forces, so they easily moved from there to the second floor, which was where most of the offices were. Dan wanted to find the FBI agents and leave them a message, so he told Alexander to snoop around with the others while he went off of on his own. Dan chose a hallway and started down it, his gun ready and loaded in his hand. He stepped over the body of a man and heard glass crunching underneath his feet. He found most of the rooms to be empty, but when he got to the end of the hallway he found what he had been looking for. In the last room where two FBI agents, one with blood dripping from his arm and the other a woman trying to help him. Dan called to them and they raised their hands in the air in compliance. They guy left his injured arm down.
'Make them feel pain. I'm dying of boredom let's have some fun with them!'
"Are there any cameras around here?" Dan asked nonchalantly. "Or do either of you have your cell phones on you?"
"M-mine's over on that desk there," the woman stuttered, pointing across the room. Dan stepped backward to pick it up, leaving the gun trained on the two of them.
"What's the name of your leader? Who over here is calling the shots for the FBI?" Dan questioned.
"I will never tell you," the woman said, holding her head high. Dan knelt down and put the tip of the gun right against her head.
'Yes, that's it. Make them beg for mercy.' Dan's face was so close to hers he could feel her heavy and anxious breathing.
"How about now?" Dan challenged. The woman spat in his face, and Dan wiped it away with his free hand. "Well, that wasn't very nice." Dan pulled back the lever to put a bullet in the chamber, but when he was about to pull the trigger a voice stopped him.
"Wait!" the guy next to them exclaimed. "His name is Quinton Norwood! He's tall and African American!"
'Wow, what a hero.'
"Well, at least someone here is smart," Dan chuckled, removing the gun from her head and standing up. "I'm going to record a little message on your phone that I want you to deliver to him for me."
Dan held up the phone and slid open the camera, pressing record when it was ready to take a video.
"Hello there, Mr. Quinton Norwood. I would like to kindly ask you to stay out of our fucking business. London is our territory, and you will never take it from us. Enjoy cleaning up our mess," Dan ended with a smile, ending the recording and tossing the phone to the woman. "Have a lovely day!" Dan said, leaving the room to tell everyone to move out.
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When Dan got back he was greeted by a sight he was unhappy to see, Phil and Katie were sitting in the office. Katie's face was twisted in anger and her arms were folded across her chest. He could see her fists clenched tight. Phil was on the sofa, and he had a sad look in his eyes. 'Oh no, we're in for it.'
"What the fuck did you just do?" Katie asked him, looking him straight in the eyes.
'The most fun thing ever!'
"I made sure we won't get arrested," Dan answered simply.
"Are you shitting me right now? You asked me to watch out for you and now I see why! You can't fucking attack authorities! It's against our code!" Katie screamed.
'Stupid girl, what do you know?'
"Well maybe it's time for a new code!" Dan argued.
"Killing wasn't supposed to be part of the new code," Phil said from the sofa. He stood up now and walked closer to Dan. "You promised me."
'Promises are for pussies.'
"Can we have a minute?" Dan asked Katie, who huffed in annoyance but left the room, leaving the two alone.
"I can't believe you, Dan!" Phil shouted.
"Can't believe me? You know me better than anyone! How could you not see this coming?"
"Because you made me a promise! You said you would help make the League better, but I see that promise meant nothing to you!"
"I only made that promise to keep you in the League," Dan replied. "But I see now that I don't need you."
"Don't need me?" Phil repeated incredulously. "In missions or in life?"
"Just when it comes to this stuff, babe," Dan said. "I love you, you know that."
"No, after this, I honestly don't know that. You're just like your father."
"What did you just say?" Dan questioned, stepping closer to Phil.
"I said you are just like your father!" Phil shouted, now face to face with his boyfriend. Dan reached up his hand and slapped Phil across the face. Phil's hand went up to clutch his stinging cheek, and he held back the tears that wanted to fall from his face.
"I am not my father!" Dan yelled, hearing the office door opening behind him.
"Phil? Are you alright?" Katie asked, running to him.
"I'm fine," Phil answered, still holding a hand against his cheek. Katie stood up, fuming with anger. She pulled back her arm let her fist fly, landing a punch straight into Dan's face. He staggered backward, clutching his nose in pain. He moved one hand away and saw that blood was now dripping from his nostrils.
"Next time you hurt him, I won't just punch you," Katie spat, tugging Phil to the door.
"I don't know what's going on," Phil said. "But this isn't you, Dan."
With that the two of them left, slamming the door shut behind them.