Frank Iero Must Die {Frerard}

24

After what felt like it must have been far too long of walking through the filth of the sewer, my earpiece crackled to life and Mikey's voice came through. "Hey, you guys are almost there. Next left and it should be the door on the right."

We followed his instructions, which were directions that we already knew, ending up in front of a strong-looking steel door. "Gee?" Frank asked quietly as Pete and Brendon got the laser ready to get the door open.

"Yes Frankie?" There was a moment's hesitation before Frank just blurted out what he wanted to say. "Do you think we're gonna die?"

The words swept over me like a tidal wave. Death was difficult for me, and I'd always had trouble dealing with it in any situation. From my mom's suicide to my grandma's car accident, it always left me in a state of shock when someone close to me left forever.

If it was someone that I didn't know, I was never empathetic, which was a part of what made me such a good assassin. The problem was, if it was someone I cared about...

"No. We're definitely in danger, but there's no way in hell that I'm going to let you die." Frank's arms wrapped around my waist as the laser emitted a low hum and began to cut through the steel. It took the combined strength of Pete and Brendon to hold it in place now that it was powered up, while it was usually featherlight.

I hugged Frank back, inhaling his scent and murmuring comforting words in to his hair.

"Guys? It's open." Jimmy informed us, and we both retracted from the hug reluctantly. It had been a comforting moment in this unfamiliar territory, and the world seemed a little colder without Frank's arms around me.

Turning, I looked at the human-sized hole in the door, squaring my shoulders and climbing through. I emerged in to a sort of service tunnel, and I pressed the button on my earpiece. "Mikes, we're in the tunnel." The others climbed through as I spoke.

"Great, go about five meters forward, then you've gotta go up." He instructed. Using my internal measurements, I estimated five meters and stood in the calculated place, looking up. The ceiling was half an inch above my head, low enough to climb in to once we had made a hole in it.

"Thanks little bro, we'll keep you updated." I faced Brendon and Jimmy, who had lugged in the laser and case after them, "Can you guys do it in the time we guessed?" I asked, earning a round of nods. Nodding, I hoped my relief wasn't too prominent.

We had estimated that it would take the security guards twenty minutes to notice up a minor security breach in an area without cameras or any security measures beyond locked doors, passwords, and safes. They made occasional rounds in to this room, according to Patrick, and there was no doubt that they'd notice a giant piece of the floor missing. It would take the two of them seven minutes to get through the floor, leaving us eight minutes to get the documents and get out through the whole, and another five minutes to get out of the sewer system completely or as far away as possible.

I knew it wasn't much time, I knew the risk of getting caught. But it was something that had to be done, no matter the cost. We had to do this, and we would.

Frank and I stood around awkwardly, holding each other's trembling hand as we watched the other two slowly sear a hole in to the ceiling of the service tunnel. I was glancing at my watch every ten seconds, nervously timing them. We couldn't afford to be even a bit behind schedule, especially seeing as we had to get these papers to Ray afterwards.

After six and a half painfully slow minutes, they withdrew the laser and a giant round piece of cement fell heavily on the ground between them. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, pulling my boyfriend with me. The round piece of cement was enough to get me high up so that I could pull myself up. Frank still required a bit of boost from Brendon.

Once he was up in the room with me, I took the time to look around. It was a small room. I could tell from looking at the walls that they were thick, the walls of a vault. It was a vault of sorts, to store important and secret documents that they didn't trust in the archives. Normally there would be some sort of security system, but it appeared that Patrick had come through in disabling it as planned.

There were several filing cabinets, not much taller than Frank, placed haphazardly around the room. Mikey voice crackled in my ear, "According to Patrick," I didn't miss the coldness in his voice as he mentioned his boyfriend's ex, "It's marked Better Living Industries, like your organization."

Frank and I put on gloves and looked around at the files, careful not to move anything or leave fingerprints.

It was taking too long, I knew it was. It had been five minutes, we only had three before we had to be booking it out of here.

"Got it!" Frank whisper-yelled across the room, and I pushed the row I'd been looking at back in to the cabinet, rushing over to him. He held up a plain yellow file, with Better Living Industries printed on it in typewriter ink.

"Thank God, I was starting to worry we wouldn't find the fucking thing." I muttered as he passed it to me. Sprinting over to the hole in the ground, I lowered myself in to the considerably darker sewer and held up the file for Brendon and Jimmy to see as Frank followed and my eyes adjusted.

Once my eyes had readjusted to the darkness of the sewer, a little gasp escaped my mouth and I stepped in front of Frank and took a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, ready to fight.

We were surrounded.

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Hospital For Souls by MattCTE

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Until My Heart Explodes (Frerard) by 20_Dollar_Nosebleed

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