Frank Iero Must Die {Frerard}

21

Pete and Mikey went off to help Patrick find what he needed to make cookies while Frank and I mapped out our exact route with highlighters on the plans that Patrick had brought.

It fascinated me to no end how we could manage to make this sort of thing couple-y. Our hands were locked together as we sat cross-legged side by side. Occasionally, one of us would lean over and peck the other on the cheek, or sometimes the lips. Every time I felt his lips against mine, my stomach felt heavy with nerves and happiness, an inexplicably enjoyable experience.

A few minutes later, our peaceful silence was interrupted by yelling that sounded worryingly like Mikey's. Frank's hand immediately separated from mine and we both darted up and rushed to the kitchen, shoving open the swinging door.

In front of me, I saw Patrick backed in to the corner with tears on his cheeks. On the other side of the kitchen, Mikey stood with his hands on his hips and a, for lack of a better word, murderous expression on his face. Pete stood in between the two, one hand tangled in his own hair as the other rested loosely by his side. He seemed defeated and conflicted both at once, and I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

The way they'd frozen upon our entrance left them in some sort of strange tableau for me to study, and it was clear to me what was happening. Patrick and my brother were fighting over Pete. Since when was my life a reality TV show? (With a bit of murder.) I stepped back so I was against the wall. I couldn't do anything right now, I had to see how this all played out. Frank followed suit, and the argument resumed in front of us like the short pause had never even happened.

"You used to fucking date him?" Mikey yelled at Pete, earning a remorseful expression from the other man. Now I had no choice but to say something, Mikey and Pete couldn't be fighting when the rest of the team's lives might end up depending on their ability to work together.

"Guys!" I yelled, and all heads turned to me, "Now is not the time! Save this little dramatic argument until after we all risk our lives, okay?" Patrick wiped his tears and avoided my eyes while Pete and Mikey looked down sheepishly. Spinning on my heel, I exited the kitchen and went back to what I had been doing, feeling slightly proud as I heard them all follow me.

"This," I pointed at the highlighted route, "Is the way we're going in. Look at it, tell me if you see a better option. If not, memorize all entrances and exits along the tunnel. You never know when you might need an escape route. I'm going to call Ray and get an ETA, remember that we're going in tomorrow, you need to know the weather, traffic estimates, anything that could possibly fuck us over. Let's not risk any surprises, okay?" They all nodded and went about to accomplish the tasks that I'd set before them.

I honestly felt a bit ridiculous ordering them about, but they seemed to respect my leadership so I went with it. Truthfully, we seemed to get more done that way, so no one could really complain.

I telephoned Ray, receiving the news that they would return in an hour and a half with a tool to break us through the floor. Everyone finished what I had assigned them to do, finding no problems with my route, that the weather was dull with no rain, and there were no events that could cause extra or backed up traffic.

Basically, it was the perfect day for what we were trying to accomplish. Especially on a day like every other, no one would see something like this coming. If all went according to plan, they wouldn't even know something had been taken until someone went to that particular room/safe. We would probably be long gone by then.

Just as we were finishing up drawing smaller maps for everyone to carry with them, Ray, Jimmy, and Brendon returned. Opening the door, I ushered them in and told them of the finer details that we had worked out, giving them each a copy of the map.

Jimmy was holding a reinforced black briefcase that seemed to contain something heavy from the way he kept switching it from hand to hand. I gestured towards it as he propped it on his foot, keeping it in place with his grasp on the handle that extended from the top, "Is that what's going to get us through the floor?" I asked.

Brendon nodded eagerly and snatched the case from Jimmy's hands, almost dropping it once he was carrying the full weight. In an attempt to regain his grace, he slowly set it down on the floor and opened it up, much like a character from an action movie. With a roll of my eyes, I walked around the propped-open case to see the inside.

Amidst a comically large amount of hot pink styrofoam packing peanuts, I caught a glimpse of something shiny and metallic-looking. Brendon reached in to the endless sea of packing peanuts and took out an anti-climatically small device.

It was shaped almost like a pen but slightly larger, with multiple buttons on the side that included labels. Based on the labels, I gathered that one could change the heat, range, intensity, and size of whatever it was. Looking at Jimmy as Brendon held the pen-like device above his head like a god given gift, I tried to make it clear that I hadn't the slightest idea what it was or what we were to be doing with it.

Jimmy shook his head at his friend's unnecessary drama and turned to me, "It's a sort of advanced laser. The beam's intensity can be raised far past the amount that will get you through that concrete."

Relieved at how perfect it was for getting us in, I smiled and nodded, "Thanks for providing a...comprehensible explanation." We both glanced at Brendon, who still appeared to be worshipping the laser as everyone else looked at him like he was insane, which, granted, he probably was. Which of us wasn't? Slowly, Brendon lowered the holy laser back in to it's case and I found myself glancing at the clock. "It's ten o'clock, we should all go to bed now if we want to be able to get up at a good time tomorrow to get started."

"Speaking of which," Ray began, "Do you have any extra rooms?" Sighing with mock exasperation and condescension, Pete led everyone who hadn't stayed the night before out of the room, speaking as he went. "You're lucky I kill enough people to be moderately rich, but even then I barely have room for all of you."

Mikey trailed after the group, obvious waiting for a good time to catch Pete and talk about what had happened. I recognized his apologetic walk, so that was probably a good thing. This left me and Frank.

"Want to go to our room and have some fun?" Frank suggested suddenly, making a smile spread across my face. "Of course." Mikey poked his head back in to the room and rolled his eyes, "You guys have sex more than anyone I know."

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN

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~Dani ♥