Death Incorporated (Book 1)

Chapter 11- Code

-2 days later-

"How many more do we have left to kill?"
"Uh...no more? We killed the rest of them last night Chris..." My eyes widened and he burst out laughing, making me frown.

"God your face." He snickered before he started packing all of his clothes up. "We're going?"
"Well yeah. The break for the tour is over, and we need to get outta Scranton before people start suspecting us." I nodded and as soon as we'd packed all of our shit up, we checked out.

Vinny was waiting downstairs with Justin, which was unusual. I didn't expect to see them but okay. "We're taking you two back to the bus." I nodded and we walked outside. Justin started his car as me and Ricky dumped our bags in the boot of the car and climbed into the backseat.

Vinny was in the passenger seat, so throughout the entire journey, I snuck in quick kisses from Ricky. I'm pretty sure they knew, but I didn't care, it's really fucking hard not to show him what he does to me. It's like I'm addicted to his kisses, and him.

When we were back at the tour bus, I literally swept Ricky off of his feet and carried him inside, making him blush.

I carried him to the living space and dumped him down on a chair before sliding in next to him. He smiled at me tiredly, yawning softly.

"Go get some sleep if you're tired Rick."
"Kay." He mumbled, slipping out the chair. I pressed my lips to his briefly before he walked off to the bunk area.

I grabbed a can of monster from the side and opened it, drinking about half the can before I took a deep breath. "Vinny! Vinny! Get here!" I yelled, not loud enough to make anyone suspicious, but loud enough to get his attention. Which it did.

He walked in, his eyebrow raised in confusion. "What?"
"Come here I need you to do something. It's really important." He must've heard the urgency in my voice because he wordlessly sat down across from me.

"what's up?"
"One night when we were in the hotel, I woke up and Ricky had a knife sticking out from his thigh."
"You fuck-what?" He said, disbelief in his eyes.
"I don't know what happened I was asleep. But I have the knife, and I want you to find out who the fuck stabbed him."

"I'll see what I can do. I'll have to hack into the national security base, probably bypass fuck loads of fire walls. I'll also need to upgrade the computer system..." he mumbled, his mind working for a way to find out who'd stabbed him. "Right. I'll get the knife out your bag later tonight. I'll go upgrade my computer to the highest version I can."

"Thanks Vinny man, this means a lot."
"Don't worry about it. I have a feeling that whoever this is, is gonna fuck everything up."
"Me too Vin, me too." I groaned, drinking the rest of the can and crushing it with my left hand. I hissed as the broken can cut into my hand and I dropped the can on the table.

The cut closed up after I'd wiped all the blood off of the table and my hand. "You need to be more careful."
"Oh what does it matter? I can't die Vin. None of us can, losing a bit of blood is fuck all."
"Yeah that's not the point Chris. You know it isn't."

I shrugged and he rolled his eyes. He stood up and left, most likely going to update the computers. I started relaxing slightly when my phone went off.

"Seriously!?" I groaned, head butting the table. This was becoming a fucking joke. Pulling my phone out, I checked who'd messaged and sure enough, it was Lucien.

L- I have a mission for You, Chris. Ryan and Justin.
C- which is?
L- another business. Something called Grenade Ink.
C- send me the details.

"RY! MORROW!" Ryan walked in, with the normal bland look on his face. Justin looked at me with confusion evident in his eyes, and I momentarily slapped myself. "Chris I was over there you didn't need to shout me."
"Yeah I didn't know. Anyway get ready, we've gotta deal with a small business called Grenade Ink." They nodded and left.

I grabbed my bag from the counter, I guess Justin or Vinny brought it in. I made a mental note to thank them at a later date as I pulled out my mask. I needed to get a new one.

I sighed as I put the mask on, making sure I wasn't in any clothes that'd let people know who I was. Ryan walked in wearing a black hoodie. The hood was pulled up and he was wearing his mask. All the masks looked similar, much to the bands dismay.

But they worked. And that was the main thing. When Justin walked out, I raised my hands in a questioning gesture. "Weapons?"
"Two guns each, four knives. Might wanna grab some smoke bombs as well, and maybe one of the hidden blades each."

"Fine. Just hurry up." He groaned, most likely rolling his eyes and walked back out. Ryan pulled his phone out, messaging someone quickly. I was curious, but I didn't have time to work out what it was. Justin came back and handed me two guns and two knives. I grabbed one of the hidden blades he'd put on the side.

I quickly placed the mechanism on my wrist and checked that it worked. Each time I moved my wrist back, a knife would pop out. When I moved my wrist back to the normal position, it went back in. "Ryan's got the smoke bombs."
"Alright. Should we wait for nightfall? It's like what, half an hour away?"

"No. We're doing this now. Get Road kill on the wheel, he'll drive us to the nearest building we can climb." I instructed. Ryan nodded and left.

"Road Kill? Who's that?"
"Ricky. We have nicknames for each other when we're driving." He nodded and I sighed.

A few moments later, a sleepy looking Ricky walked out and up to the wheel. "You alright baby?"
"Mhm. You woke me up." He grumbled to me, lightly slapping my thigh. I rolled my eyes and told him what we needed him to do.

"Alright. I'll have to drive to a different area." I nodded and let him do his thing.
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