Shall We Dance?

Chapter 4:

  What the hell?! Arthur understood that Gil kissed him to make it less suspicious to Spynder, though it was unnecessary. Really unnecessary. Also, Richard? Richie? That's the best name Gil could come up with? Ugh.. He'd need a name for Gil then.

  "Casualty?" Arthur played the dumbfounded act and glanced over at Spynder, faking a gasp. "Toni! Did you spill our wine on this poor man?" He walked over and inspected Spynder's jacket, looking as though he were examining the spill, however in actuality he was looking for a bulge in the jacket where the detonator might be hidden.

  "I-I'm fine, really." Spynder stuttered. It was the first time Arthur had heard Spynder speak, and Arthur had to admit, he had an attractive voice. Not too deep, but not too high-pitched. It was.. Almost entrancing. But Arthur tried to push the thoughts aside, to keep himself from blushing.

  "Nonsense. Let me help." Arthur replied, gently working the jacket off. "R-Richard, was it? Honestly, I'm fine, thank you for your concerns but I can clean it off myself." There he went again speaking with that suave voice, as he placed his hand over Arthur's.

Arthur begun to let go of Spynder's jacket, however it seemed Gilbert felt very opposite of the situation. Gilbert grabbed onto Arthur's shoulder and pulled him away from Spynder. He then stepped forward, grabbing the other man by the collar of his jacket and shoving him against the nearest wall. "Listen here you piece of shit, where are you hiding the detonator?!"

   Spynder dropped the surprised look, now just seemingly unamused. He placed his hands on Gil's wrists, leaning against the wall for support as he raised his feet, kicking Gilbert's chest. The German dropped to the floor, letting go of Spynder. Spynder dropped as well, but quickly recovered and stood, straightening his jacket. Arthur took a step toward him, but was interrupted. "Don't." Spynder reached in his jacket, pulling out the detonator.
   "Richard, was it?" He repeated his inquisitive statement from before, still staring at the detonator. "I like you, y'know. I like you a lot. Your partner over here," he paused to glance at Gil. ".. Not so much." Spynder then returned his gaze to Arthur, a devious smile playing across his face. "What do you say we make a deal?" Arthur squinted his eyes, suspicious.

  "A deal? Of what sorts?"
  "Of the sorts that, you tell your partner to lay off, you come with me, and I'll refrain from pressing this little button." Spynder's thumb circled the detonator.

  Arthur would be lying if he said he didn't think about it. Only for the sake of the innocent lives in this building. But, he could see the downside of this.

  And, he could also see out of the corner of his eyes, Gilbert beginning to stir. So Arthur came up with a Plan C; Distract Spynder until Gilbert could get up.

  "All I have to do is come with you. That's it?" Arthur questioned, stepping closer to the other, making sure his attention was off Gilbert.

Successfully, Spynder's attention was off the albino, as he discussed the terms of Arthur's surrender, and when Arthur stepped aside for said albino to tackle Spynder, the man was indeed unsuspecting.

In the process of being knocked to the ground, he lost his grip on the detonator. Arthur quickly rushed over and picked up the detonator, slipping it in his pocket. Meanwhile, Gilbert tussled with Spynder, working to get handcuffs on the criminal. Arthur was quick to press his foot on Spynder's back, adding enough weight that the man couldn't move.

Gil successfully handcuffed him, despite his protesting, and the albino agent promptly  stood, dusting himself off as Arthur dialed the proper authorities to deal with Spynder.