24 Hours GF Challenge (Granevere AU)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Granger was driving once again. For the 100th time this week.

This strange behavior deeply bothered the rest of the crew, brows furrowing in frustration. Lesley consulted Alucard about it, together with the team.

"He's out again." Lesley said. "What is he actually doing?"

Alucard raised his shoulders. "Same question. He borrowed the car again."

Gusion stepped in. "But why though?"

All of them shrugged their shoulders, finding no explanation on Grangers repeated late night drives. "This is happening for a full three weeks now. This is insane!"

"Maybe he's trying to move on and get lucky?" Claude added with his brows wiggling suggestively.

"That man is such a virgin. No way!" Gusion exclaimed, laughing in the process. "I get that he's trying to move on, but he's not the 'i fuck around to move on' type."

"Yes, because the "i fuck around to move on' type is you!" Lesley bit back, venom creeping behind her half-hearted joke.

"Baby.." Gusion cooed in Lesley's ear, pouting cutely towards his femme fatale girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around the pinkette to which Lesley happily melted into. "I'm just joking."

"Anyway!" Alucard snapped everyone from looking at the couple and shifted their concentration on Granger. "Granger isn't stupid, so I'm trusting him for now. He seems fine when he comes home so I'm not yet worried, but if this continues 'till next week, we're chaining that motherfucker in this house."

"Ooh, kinky." Claude smirked. "I like it."

The kleptomaniac's provocative remark got him a kick from Chou, who called this move as 'Way of the Dragon'. All of them burst out laughing at the green joke.

"You're learning the harem king's ways." Alucard gave Claude, along with his simian partner, a gigantic hug. "I'm so proud."

"Harem king?" Lesley rolled her eyes. "Can't even get a girl for himself.
Meanwhile, Granger was once again on the move, the familiar hum of the engine giving him renewed hope. After a week of stalking Wanwan and gaining as much information about her as he possible could without looking like a creep, he is now proceeding to the sscond phase of his plan.

Look for an assassin.

Okay, that came out way more dramatic than it should be, but a trained assassin would be of big help to his plan. Assassins have probably travelled the world and have impeccable street knowledge, thus, he needs all the help he can get.

This certain assassin he was looking for was much like him. In actuality, they met in highschool and became friends until college–before he dropped out, of course.

He wasn't sure where his dear friend is now. Last time that he heard, this dude quit college for quick cash from assassin jobs. This guy was sneaky and attentive, all while being good-looking and deadly.

Granger spent most of his free time now looking for this guy. As expected, he kept a low profile and drove around in high end shops and bars to sleazy pubs for a chance to even get a glimpse him. Wanwan's files laid on the shotgun seat, neat and ready to be offered as payment.

"Sorry Baxia." Granger patted the files.

He circled the city several times, but found him to no avail. In a fit of frustration, Granger slammed the steering wheel as his gas tank almost came empty. Another day, another gas expense.

With his budget being in a tight situation, he was thinking to stop his delusions and end his plans. Maybe this wasn't worth it. Maybe he is just some idealistic teenager who foolishly believes in love.