Don't Do It

Chapter 1

General POV

"Don't do it."

"Think rationally."

"We can find another way."

"He wouldn't want you to risk your life."

"Don't let his death be in vain."

"Come back. We can figure this out together."

"Say away from the building. We need an actual plan."

"Neal... Be careful."

"We are counting on you to help us."

Many more voice messages crowed up his phone. Each one was telling him how stupid he was being and he needed their help. He needed to think up a plan before he rushed in. He was going to get himself killed.

Neal didn't care. He needed to get answers. He needed to make them pay.

Pay for the pain they caused him. Pay for the pain his death caused to everyone. Pay for everything.

Neal grabbed his pick pocket pouch and used his tools. He picked the lock and opened the door. It was silent as it opened to the dark room.

Neal felt his blood boil with rage as he couldn't see anything. He knew the guy was there, he just had to find him. Neal pulled the pistol out of his pants and undid the safety. He kept it low enough that it was out of sight.

Too many memories ran through him. So many times they hung out. So many times they worked together or drank alcohol. The latest memory of all the blood still felt warm on his hands. The barley beating heart still beat against his burning hands.

Moving silently, Neal tried to keep his emotions from crowding his already made up mind. He needed answers and revenge. This guy took everything from him and Neal was determined to take everything from him.