Toxic- frerard

Sixteen

"I got a bad feeling, boss." Andy voiced from the back of the van. And in all honesty, Frank had a bad feeling too.

Now that he was away from Gerard he could think more clearly and as he thought more and more his brain came up with even more scenarios of all the things that could go wrong that he hadn't planned for.

The plan was literally just to storm Bert's home which was pretty much a suicide mission for most of his men. Frank knew he wouldn't die and either would Pete or Andy. They were so specially trained that even a pistol to any of their heads wouldn't scare them.

But now that Frank had gone soft, he couldn't help but feel responsible for the rest of the men he never spent time knowing. They all probably had families, wives and maybe kids yet they were here following Franks dumb ploy that would probably end with them dead.

As they neared McCracken's head quarters Frank felt like backing out. His gut was telling him to go home and replan and then come back but his brain told him that he was Frank Iero and he didn't need a damn plan to take down someone as useless as Bert.

"Signal the other trucks to park a couple of blocks away, we don't need 10 black vans outside of the house." Frank ordered as Pete spoke through the radio to the other vehicles.

"And you're sure about this, Iero?" Andy asked one more time to which Frank just nodded to. Andy wasn't fully convinced, but he trusted Frank.

"The first 10 men are positioned at the entries." Pete spoke up. Frank nodded once again, unbuckling his belt and grabbing his weapon.

Andy Pete and Frank were scheduled to go through next, followed by the men in the next car.

Frank could honestly say he'd never been nervous going into a raid before. He'd robbed banks, mansions, factories, museums you name it, he's most likely stole from it. Never once had he been phased though.

Then again, before Gerard he never really had much to lose. On the off chance shit did go south, Frank would never see Gerard again. He'd die and his beautiful boyfriend would most likely be murdered or even trafficked.

"Iero, you're up." Andy whispered as Frank smashed a back window and rolled into the house. He held his gun in front of him but didn't need to use it as nobody was there.

Franks men ran around the house, kicking every door open they could in order to find a single one of Bert's team but it was to no avail.

The house was seemingly empty.

Frank tore apart the basement, even attempting to find some sort of panic room McCracken could be hiding in but nothing was there.

No weapons, no drugs, no Bert.

"Frank!" Pete yelled from upstairs. Panic was laced in the tough mans voice, peaking Andy's interest who also came to examine Petes findings.

"What's that?" Andy asked, snatching the note and analysing it. He felt his heart drop.

"Hand it here." Frank stated, retrieving the letter and scanning over it.

Frank Iero,

It seems that you have been out smarted. We suspected an attack on our empire and therefore my men have been watching your every move.

At first we thought we'd just attack back. We'd prepare really well and pummel you all go a pulp but that didn't seem so fun.

That's why we decided to wait until everyone had left your home, everyone except your pretty Gerard though.