Frauds

Chapter 7

"So now we're working with them. Absolutely amazing." Damon said under his breath as the other two had their backs turned again, no doubt regretting the decision they made with letting Damon and Flynn in on their little secret cult.

They had lives outside all of this, lives where all that mattered was getting to swim practise on time so Coach Connor didn't knock them out and lives where making sure to show down in the ring so that their opponents didn't think they were cowards. Being in the middle of some secret, illegal group was never in their books.

"Their just a gang right? No normal group of people have a hideout and guns. Why did I sign up to this with you again?" Flynn said, turning himself to face a still restrained Damon.

He grunted in response, eyes fixed on the two figures who were whispering a good few meters infront of them.

A quick few seconds passed and the two were now being uncuffed and untied from their chair.

"Come with us. Pull something funny and Owen here," Aniyah started, pointing at a burly dude by the door "Will have no problem making sure you don't see daylight again." The ease at which she said this put the two boys on their guard, making them realise that in fact the Aniyah that they thought they had ever known was a complete facade. This was the real Aniyah. Cold, heartless, definitely not quiet or shy. More the opposite.

They were bought up to some kind of room, full of clothes lines and boxes.

"Get changed. I'd recommend the black seeming as we're going on a mission in less than an hour. Nothing big, just scouting out La Morte's quarters." Ismail said while pointing out the section for the mens clothes.

Damon recognised that name, not sure where from though. Maybe from the news? Maybe a friend of his? He couldn't remember if they were good people or not, especially without knowing whether his company were good people or not.

Flynn headed towards a middle rack, picking out a pair of regular fit black jeans and a t-shirt. He hated how skinny it made him look but if at any point he needed to run or fight, he couldn't be trying to break through his jeans trying to.

After putting them on, he noticed how even if they were meant to be regular fitting, they looked extremely baggy on him. He wasn't nearly as big as any of the guys that he'd seen in this building so far. Only Aniyah seemed to be smaller than him and he found that a little worrying.

"I don't know how to fight, what do I do if I need to fight one of them?" Flynn said, the actual situation he was in only just hitting him. He was going on an actual mission with an actual gang scouting a building belonging to people who's names meant 'The Death' in Italian.

Not terrifying at all.

"I guess you're just going to have to let them get to you then aren't you." Ismail said, a smirk playing on his face.

The room stayed silent for a minute as Damon and Flynn looked at each other in worry while Aniyah and Ismail looked at each other amused.

"Come on then, you should have known what you signed up for when you decided to follow us here." Aniyah chuckled, like the thought of the other two being in danger entertained her.

They were lead out of the clothes room and down another hallway. Flynn saw it as a maze, tracking each and every route he'd been down so far. A mini map started taking form in his head, this room marked as the 'Clothes Room' in his mental blueprint.

There were a lot of room as they went past but one stood out to him. It had a label on the door: 'Armory'. The door was slightly ajar, like someone had only just been in there.