Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

IX

"Are you sure you can do this? This will be complicated." Ashton mumbled, and Arya shook her head as the two walked into the building.

"I got this, Ash." Arya said confidently, and Ashton looked at her. She smiled before walking forward, and Ashton muttered to himself before following her.

"What do you mean, you got this? This will be dangerous." Ashton snapped, and Arya rolled her eyes. Arya shook her head as she tried to stay focused, and she patted her thigh before reassuring herself that she has the dagger and looked back at Ashton.

She readjusted the wig on her head, scratching at her scalp before she took a deep breath and pushed the door open. She glanced around, grabbing Ashton's hand and he tightened his grip on her hand as they walked forward.

Ashton's jaw was tense as he looked around, before Arya was pulling him to the bar and he chewed on the inside of his lip as he looked forward. She was walking forward, tugging him along and her barely covered legs were revealed as her blue dress hugged her curves.

Ashton was wearing a black suit, the material tight against his muscles as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked around once again, on edge at the night and he let out a breath as they continued moving.

Ashton cleared his throat as they sat down, and she crossed her legs before looking at him. Ashton had to make sure everything was okay, taking another look around the bar and Arya plastered a fake smile on her face before looking around again.

"Do you see her anywhere?" Ashton mumbled, looking around the bar of the hotel and Arya shook her head. Milburga walked in, and Ashton tensed as he nudged Arya and she looked behind her before nodding. She was right on time, dressed in a business outfit and she had bodyguards surrounding her.

Ashton saw the other target as well, one of the business partners and Arya nodded as she looked at him. She stood, going over and introducing herself, a thick fake accent as she spoke and Ashton looked at her and grew uncomfortable at how close she was to him.

She let out a fake laugh, and Ashton rolled his eyes before ordering a drink and taking a sip of the hard liquor. Arya pulled along Sven Graner, sitting at the bar beside Ashton and Arya nodded before plastering a smile on her face and leaning closer to him.

Ashton tensed as they continued talking, hearing Arya's laugh every so often and he looked at her. She brushed her fake blonde hair behind her shoulder, leaning forward and placing a hand on his shoulder, and he smiled down at her.

Arya was obviously flirting with him, and it was making Ashton a bit upset over it. Not because he was jealous, but because this was dangerous. She was literally flirting with death, and Ashton had an anxious feeling in his stomach.

The man put his arm around Arya, putting his hand underneath her chin and tilting her head up and he lightly pressed his lips to hers before pulling away and whispering in her ear. She nodded, before standing up and the two left the bar and went into the elevator.

Ashton sighed before going out himself, going back up to the hotel room and he opened the door, before slipping into the room and sitting beside Michael as he looked at the screen. He saw Arya and Sven walking through the hotel hallway, the two together and Michael was glaring at the screen.

"I don't like the way he's moving." Michael mumbled, and Calum glanced at the screen. His eyes narrowed as he saw Sven move his hand to his back, before realizing that he had a gun.

"Shit, Arya, he has a gun." He whispered into her ear piece, and they noticed her tense but she relaxed. She waved her hand behind her, and Luke bit his lip as he looked at the screen.