LOUIS' POV
The next afternoon the two of them flew to Vienna for their new mission. Normally they'd be excited to get into the action part of their job but after their fight yesterday they were just tense and silent. Louis still felt terrible for punching Niall then almost continuing to hurt him. His best friend had looked genuinely scared of Louis and he had never felt more ashamed in his entire life.
The flight to Vienna was less than two and a half hours from London and they were sitting in Business Class posing as young entrepreneurs going to Salzburg for the opera and a business deal. Liam never told them too much about their mission lest they were kidnapped and tortured for information but what they were told was that they needed to hand over 2.5 million Euros to the guy and in return get a briefcase.
Well this would be all well and good if they had that money or if they really were two young Germans, but they weren't. So that's were it got a little bit complicated. Niall could easily pull off a German accent but the Austrian guy might be a little suspicious if he didn't converse in German. Meanwhile Louis would have to give himself an excuse to not speak, maybe find a hot girl to make out with and Niall would have to use his creative lying skills.
Nevertheless the no money thing was still a problem. Basically, their plan was to hand over a briefcase full of fake money that might deter the guy for a few minutes before they legged it the hell out of there and hopefully get away before he realised it was all a hoax. But Louis knew from experience that criminals like this Austrian guy would be able to distinguish between real money and counterfeit in a matter of minutes.
And before any of this even happened they had to dispatch of the two German guys, steal their ID, replace them with fake IDs and then sit through an hour and a half of opera. Jesus Christ.
Niall still hadn't spoken to Louis, not that Louis had made much of an effort himself. He could already tell that tonight was going to be shit, their normally beautifully synchronised partnership was downgraded to an immature refusal to communicate with the other. Their pairing was comparable to football players who just innately knew where to pass the ball and exactly when. Good football teams looked as if the players were psychically connected and the passing of the ball was as effortless as breathing. This was what it was like to fight alongside Niall, they knew each other so well that they never got in the way of the other and they always seemed to think of things at precisely the same time as the other. But now that it was dead air between them Louis had no idea what to expect from this night except possible failure.
When the plane touched down they quickly got through immigration and collected their bags before heading to the train station and heading towards the Vienna Main Station or Hauptbahnhof as they said in German-speaking countries. From there they transferred to a fast train and it was another two and a bit hours until they reached their hotel in Salzburg. It was a beautiful city, most famous for being the birthplace of Mozart, but they didn't have time to explore the Old Town.
They made their way into their rooms then immediately headed over to the room of Klaus Wegner and Till Strauss dressed as hotel staff. It didn't take much for the IT guys back at HQ to hack into the hotel system and just wait until a request came from their hotel room. Niall and Louis knocked on the door with a trolley laden with their dinner, a few seconds later Klaus opened the door, recognisable from the information folders they had both received from HQ.
He ushered them in by muttering something in German and they slowly walked into the lavish room. A brown haired Till walked out clothed in only a towel headed to the little table by the window, but not before he was stopped by Klaus who placed a passionate kiss upon the brunette's mouth. Niall and Louis both tried to ignore this new information as they posed as diligent hotel staff and laid the platters on the table.
Klaus pulled away from a dreamy-eyed Till and tucked a Euro note in Niall's front pocket. When both Germans turned around so sit down, both Niall and Louis knocked them out methodically.
"Christ, they're flaming homosexuals!" Louis said angrily.
"Yeah, you reckon the Austrian guy will know that?" Niall asked as he searched the room for their wallets.
"Of course he will! He's a professional criminal that's probably been keeping tabs on these two ever since their little deal was organised." Louis replied as he found one wallet.
"Well then I guess we'll have to remain together the whole night," Niall said, sounding entirely too happy about the thought for Louis' taste.
"Great. How the fuck am I going to be able to avoid talking now?" Louis hissed as he scanned the Klaus' ID with some sort of gadget he'd received from Zayn, he then chucked it to Niall and savoured the thought of the look on Zayn's face had he seen the mistreatment of technology. The scan would immediately be sent to the guys in the Old Town that would have the new IDs ready in an hour.
"You could just pretend to be infatuated with me and be too busy trying to get into my pants to talk," Niall smirked. "We can just say that you took something before we headed out, that'll probably amuse the Austrian."
"That's fantastic. I get to act like a sex addict for the whole night," Louis said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"It is fantastic isn't it?" Niall replied grinning widely.
NIALL'S POV
He was looking forward to tonight. They headed back to their rooms to get changed into tuxedos after they had stowed the unconscious Germans in the wardrobe who probably wouldn't be found until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Niall spent an uncharacteristically long time on his hair because he wanted to look hot as fuck for Louis. Who'll probably do his best to ignore me. Oh well, that won't be the case when we meet the Austrian. He smiled at his reflection and started tying the bow tie hanging around his neck under the white collar of his pressed shirt. He looked sharp.
When he walked into the living area of their hotel room Louis was already seated on the antique loking settee looking absolutely gorgeous in his matching tuxedo. He looked up when Niall walked in and the blonde almost smirked at the guy's struggle to keep his mouth closed.
They walked out of the hotel and headed through the alleys of the Old Town towards the address that would have their new IDs waiting for them. The IDs were same as the old ones except with Niall and Louis' pictures. Although the Austrian would have some information on the two Germans, HQ had already double checked that he didn't know what they looked like. Apparently Klaus and Till liked to keep on the down low.
Getting into the Opera House was easy; they had the IDs and the couple were already listed at the door. Niall and Louis walked inside arm in arm, and surveyed the room, staking out the exits and identifying their target whilst looking like they were admiring the decour.
Mr Schmidt had salt and pepper hair, was tall and slim and looked to be in his fifties. He was accompanied by men who could pass as business friends but to Niall and Louis were clearly body guards. The man nodded at the two of them but made no move to come over, the transaction would take place after the opera in a small sideroom.
So Niall just nodded back then turned his head and pressed his lips to Louis' who pretended to eagerly return it and melt in Niall's arms. He was almost convinced and his heart clenched when he realised that Louis was probably hating every second of it. He cracked his eye open and watched Mr Schmidt stealthily and the man was just standing there watching them with the tiniest hint of a smile. Ugh gross, dirty old perv.
