dna / smosh squad

chapter one

It was one of their worst requests, but the pay was too good to give up. They were all collectively sat in their designated group office when Olivia got the call. Everyone had separate phones that couldn't be tracked for anything to do with their side work. Olivia had a special ringtone set for that phone so when she was with the others, they knew it was for them all. "Hello?" She answered and spun on her chair to face everyone else. The group tuned in to what Olivia was saying. "What do you need done?" She asked, tone changing slightly. Her eyes drew to the floor and she chewed on her lip nervously.

"Oh," She cleared her throat. "Alright. How much are you willing to pay for it?" The group were used to these lines of dialogue, they rehearsed them if anything. It was when Olivia's jaw dropped slightly and she looked around the room that they got worried. "That's more than enough, I'll come pick up the details later today. I need an address." She said and spun back to her desk to write down the address. "Okay, we'll be in touch." With that she hung up.

"What was it Liv-Liv?" Keith asked from his place on the couch. "Not good. That guy's name was Michael David, he wants us to torture and kill his wife's boyfriend. He wants it to be brutal, like really bad. He described what he wants done to me, it's one of the worst." Olivia replied, her voice hitching in her throat, they never really were the group to torture. They all hated it, they didn't like it when something was still alive. And going off of Olivia's reaction, it wasn't good.

"I don't know if I can do torture again guys. It was too much last time." Noah interjected, he was the least fond of it. They shared a collective groan of agreement when Olivia came back into the conversation. "Noah, he's going to give us twenty-five grand." She said with a small smile on her face to reassure him. Shayne sputtered into his coffee at those words. Noah looked up with a raised eyebrow, Olivia nodded confirmation. "Looks like we've got a new job."

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That's how they ended up in Keith's garage with an innocent man covered in blood and cuts, tied to a chair. For twenty-five grand they were going easy on him. Noah actually seemed to be enjoying himself for a brief few moments when he was cutting down the side of the man's face with a rusty knife. "Why are you doing this, what'd I do to deserve this?" This man who they didn't bother to learn the name of cried as Keith broke his legs.

"There's a lot you'd do for twenty-five grand." Noah laughed. Olivia noticed Noah's odd behavioural change, when it looked like one of them was starting to enjoy torture, they had to get out to stop anything from switching in their brain. She walked over to him and pulled the knife out of his hand. She said something in his ear and grabbed his hand to take him upstairs. Whatever she said must've been a trigger cause Noah stopped immediately, it also could've just been because it's Olivia and they were sort of a thing. Whatever it was fixed him.

"Keith, go get the Box." Olivia said indicating they were coming to the end of their job. Keith nodded and let the room leaving only Shayne and Courtney with the man who at this point was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. Courtney had a plastic bag around his neck and had been choking him, not enough to kill him but not soft. Shayne gestured for her to stop and come over to him. She let go with a sigh. "We're done. He's had enough." Shayne muttered looking over the man who was in more amounts of pain than he could imagine. Courtney simply nodded as she gazed at what she and Shayne had become.

She glanced down at herself, she saw the blood adorning her shirt and pants. Mainly splatters and residue since she didn't do any of the dirty work this time around, she looked at her hands and saw the markings on them from holding the bag so tightly. She then looked at Shayne, he had blood covering his shirt and hands specifically, there were a few spots on his face from when the man had spit blood at him in a fit of rage. She winced at the sight, she hated when they looked like this. They weren't used to the mess but this time they had to.