Exile

Sorry, you what now?

There was a gun to his head.
A motherfucking Gun.
Dallan may be used to getting in trouble, but it wasn't very often that someone threatened him with a gun to the head. He was crouching in the snowy dirt and somehow the metal on his temple felt colder than the snow itself.
He didn't dare looking up from the bag in his hands, and he could see from the corner of his eye that John didn't move an inch either.
He felt the gun pressing harder against his skin and his eyes widened in panic.

Dallan pushed the door to their room, sitting on his bed with a deep, tired sigh. He groggily pulled out a pair of grey skinny jeans and a blue V-neck from his bag and dragged himself to the shower, cursing about everything that stood in his way.

He didn't bother trying to do anything with his hair, just pulled the hood of his white sweatshirt over his head.
"Are you seriously dressing like that to dig up a grave?" John leaned on the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Dallan glared at him coldly, noting that he was wearing a black coat over a dark grey shirt and camo pants.
"This is clearly your first time, so I'll let that one slide" Dallan rolled his eyes "The point of a secret operation is the secret part. So go and put on something that'll look less like you're going to rob a bank. And I wouldn't talk so loudly about digging up graves if I were you"

Tessa and Olivia gave them directions to the exact place where the necklace should be and they set off. Dallan was driving and John was sitting in the passenger seat, either looking outside at the empty roads or making sure Dallan was following the GPS correctly. After about 20 minutes they arrived in the small town and passed through a quiet neighborhood, looking around for the graveyard.
They walked through the gate and searched the see of gravestones for the right one, eventually finding it in the very back of the field, almost swallowed by overgrown bushes and trees. Dallan took a shovel out of the ski bag he carried and handed it to John.
"Dig' I'll keep watch"
The older man grabbed the shovel, murmuring as he stuck it in the frozen ground. Dallan bit back a smirk of amusement, pulling a pair of rubber gloves and a silicone bag to put the necklace in. They stayed silent for a while, John digging and Dallan looking around to make sure no one saw them.
"wait"
John looked up at Dallan from the pit "what?"
"Never mind, I thought I saw something' probably a bird"
John rolled his eyes, returning to his task.

Dallan sat on the gravestone, staring aimlessly into space when the sound of metal hitting metal rang through the silent air. He looked at the hole beneath his dangling feet, noticing John brushing away some wet dirt from the casket. He jumped down into the pit, taking the shovel from John and bringing it down on the rotten wood, breaking it. Ignoring the man's disgusted look, Dallan slipped on the gloves and cleared the splinters away gently. He dug around, sighing in relief when his fingers brushed the surface of something cold and metallic. Dallan pulled the necklace out, holding it carefully as he climbed back up to the surface. He put the jewel in the zip lock bag and wrapped it with a piece of cloth so it won't get damaged, cursing under his breath as his hair was falling in his eyes. John was shoveling the dirt back into the pit when the both of them heard a chuckle. Dallan was about to turn around when he felt something cold and metallic against his head.

He didn't dare looking up from the bag in his hands, and he could see from the corner of his eye that John didn't move an inch either. He felt the gun pressing harder against his skin and his eyes widened in panic.
"I want to work with you two"