win or lose

what did you expect?

WC; 710
Walking out of the place he worked he was stopped by five males, the tallest one he knew. He went by Samuel Jackson.

"Now, listen here, mother fucker. I know Tom wants you to go and arrest Egerton but, I already called dibs. I have the whole file. Got it?

Do I make myself understood?" Samuel asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Hugh in the eyes- anger written all over his face. Samuel made sure to keep his cool, but, you could tell he wanted this case.

"I said, do I make myself understood, mother fucker?" Samuel asked again.

Hugh put on his black sunglasses, hugging Samuel as he nodded.

"Course, man." Hugh nodded.

Once Samuel and his men left in the Cadillac they were in, Hugh laughed, grabbing the FBI wallet out of his pocket. Samuel didn't realize Hugh knicked it from him when they hugged.

''Dumbass." Was all Hugh said, walking away, laughing as he smirked with pride.

It was now dark out, the sky looking like a canvas. Twinkling stars littered the charcoal sky as the night grew on and the breeze in the air made it slightly chilly.

But, Hugh had his jacket.

He grabbed his jacket from his back pocket, it being a flask of whiskey. The male took a swig before screwing the cap back on and putting it back in his pocket. He then headed off in the cop car he borrowed from his co worker.

He drove and drove and drove until he got to wales. It was a long ass ride, but the hundred thousand dollars would be worth it. He knew it would.

Few days later, it was dark out again and he was on the porch of Taron Egerton's house. He grabbed a bobby pin and switch blade from his pockets and began to insert those two things into the key hole, twisting and turning until the door opened.

He hoped to God the alarm wouldn't go off and lucky for him;

it didn't.

He smiled to himself, feeling victorious but he knew the job wasn't done yet. He just jumped off of square one, he now has to go to square two.

Arrest Taron.

He was snapped out of his thoughts once he saw a beautiful white female german shepherd bare it's teeth as she got up off the ground and started to walk to Hugh with her shoulders hanging loose and low like a wolf.

He knew at that moment he was fucked.

He cursed as he sighed, walking backwards. He turned his head around and saw he was standing infront of a bathroom so he ran into the bathroom, going into the glass shower and closed the door so the shepherd wouldn't get him.

The dog barked, growled and bared her teeth enough to where it caught Taron's attention.

Taron walked over to where the shepherd was, "what is-"

"FBI, Im Sam..Samuel Jackson." Hugh lied, showing Taron the FBI badge as he stayed in the shower with his free hand rested against the wall. He was utterly terrified of the dog.

Taron sighed, gently yanking the dog away with her collar but he made sure to not hurt her.

Pretty soon, Hugh had the balls to get out of the shower and he told Taron to put his hands on the back of his head and to look forwards- to the wall. He knew what he did and he had no regrets.

As soon as they got in the car, they drove off to the airport. Hugh of course was driving as Taron sang how many bottles of beer were on the walls just to annoy Hugh.

All Hugh did was grit his teeth and try to block out the noise but it was hard when Taron started to speak to him.

"Hear that? Ninety-Eight bottles of beer on the walls. Oop-
Now ninety-nine.
Now, a h-" Taron was cut off by Hugh yelling.

"Just shut the fuck up!" Hugh glared at Taron then kept his eyes on the road making Taron tighten his lips into a straight line.

"Someone's moody." Taron sing sang as he looked out the window, seeing all the street lights and cars pass by.