Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

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Michael

Looks like I'm not so anonymous after all. I showed up to the base, Misty was back at the house. She pleaded with me to come but I told her she couldn't, I could handle things on my own.

I was let in immediately, but blindfolded. Did they blindfold everyone?

I was pushed into a room and told to remove the piece of cloth that was blocking my vision. The room was crowded with boards with pictures on them and shelves placed what seemed randomly. There were two windows and in the gap between then was a brown desk with clutter all over it.

And sitting at that desk was the same cigar-smoking man.

I tipped my fedora down and slammed my hand onto the desk, getting his full attention.

"I see you've heard." He says, smirking as he pressed his lips onto the cigar.

"I said I'll do it, but I have my exceptions. I'm more powerful than you think."

"Save it, Mike. Here's what you're gonna do. First of all, I'm not going to be your boss. And you're not going to be joining this gang."

Oh thank God.

"Instead, you're going to join one of our allies, and you're a lucky one. They're more.. carefree than we are. Do what you want, set your own ruled, all of that beginners' jazz, but if you slip up, well,"

He dragged his finger across his throat.

"And do I have a choice?" I asked, making my voice as deep as possible.

"No. I hope that wasn't an honest question, otherwise you don't have a chance either." He cackled, which turned into a fit of coughs.

"And Misty?"

"I see you've taken quite in interest in Misty, Mike. What do you see in her? Do you know who she really is?"

"I don't need to answer that. And of course I know who she is-"

"Do you know who her father is- was."

"She hasn't told me, why?" I replied, my tone thick with concern. His tone had a quite obvious cunningness to it, and I began to feel apprehensive.

"Mister Arthur Doe Castanova Jr. I don't know who hasn't heard of him, he was only the most wanted man on earth. The crash was planned, you know."

I was silent, taking all of this in.

I knew her last name, but it hadn't clicked.

"The Arthur Doe? Worldwide hunted famous criminal.. that one?"

"No, Arthur Doe down in the ranch. Of course!" His tone was raised, and his sarcasm seemed almost thicker than the layers of smoke in the room.

"And what does that make Misty?"

"Wanted. Dead, more or less. Just her resemblance could get her killed. I could've been trying to save her; you'll never know now."

"Like you've saved so many other people. Right." I replied, narrowing my eyes under my fedora.

"Watch your mouth, boy. You're a smart one, that's why you got Misty out of her apartment, just small things you do. Intelligence."

"Uh, thanks. Who's out to get Misty, really?"

"Who isn't?" He said, clicking his cigar against his tooth and winking.

He saw I wasn't laughing along with his sick joke, and exhaled a puff of smoke. The cloud barely missed my face before deforming.