<<Jonathan POV>>

"You and your kinky shit, you even remember what I called you here for?" I asked as the sun set, we were nearing our destination.

"How could I forget? I flew on a long ass plane to get here. I've got the photo's and I've got the things we need. When's he gonna be here?"

"Flight lands in about 20 minutes. Be patient." I said.

"Me? What about you? You're the one who's throwing a tantrum cause I have your boyfriend my number."

"He is not my boyfriend."

"Riiiight. Future boyfriend then?"

"Fuck you-"

"Luke, and Jonathan." Allan barked. I didn't finish my threat, but it was probably better that way. "Stop bickering." Luke smirked.

"Morning Allan." Luke laughed.

"It's night time dingus."

"Well, I couldn't possibly say 'goodnight' could I?" Luke was pushing his patience, I could tell.

"Luke.." He warned.

"Alright, Alright. I came here with what you asked for." Luke laid his back pack on the table and we could here the things shift and crackle inside, especially the bullets. "Just as Jonny boy here asked."

"Out of all the people he could've called.." Allan sighed, "at least you got the job done." He went to the bag but I, risky might I add, grabbed his wrist which prevented him from grabbing even the zipper. He glared at me,

"Show me Jaime." I ordered. He rose a brow,

"Who again?" He smirked, I growled.

"My sister. Where. Is. My. Sister?" I'm not letting him touch the bag until Jaime is showed safe and sound. He tugged my hand away and grabbed the back pack.

"Time will heal all wound, you'll get to see her..eventually." He started to walk away until--

"Nah ah ah. C'mon now, Al. Give Jonny a little respect." The voice came from the dark corner of the alley, I gasped a little at his sudden entrance but he otherwise laughed at it.

"B-Boss." Allan stuttered. Let's get things straight; Allan's my boss but, this guy is his boss.

"Hello, Allan. Luke." He came from the shadows, his black hair and black goatee showed in the moonlight. "How are we progressing?"

"Well, um, we have the supplies from like and in just 3 days he'll be dead." He frowned and looked at Allan disappointedly.

"3 days? Who told you that?" Allan looked at me, so did his boss. His boss gave me a glare that wasn't to my liking.

"You? How would you know?" He started getting closer to me now.

"Look, it wasn't me. A Evan guy told me." He stopped in his tracks, raising a brow.

"Evan? Evan who?"

"Evan Fing or Fong or whatever."

"Evan Fong.. That liar!" He turned to Allan. "Lucky you, Allan, you have time to prepare the attack. Cause the wedding is not in 3 fucking days it's in a week!"

"How would you know?" Luke asked

"I'm going to the wedding. I'm one of Brock's 'friends' so to speak. Well, I was until he stole my Keira. I want her and I want her before she's married." He turned to Allan, "you already know I'm good enough for her."

"Yes, yes, I do! It would be an honor if she was married to you." Allan smiled sheepishly.

"Pardon me," Luke said as he went around the corner of the alley way, I followed. He seemed overwhelmed when I arrived.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"I'm doing it."

"What!? But you can't quit now! We're almost close!"

"Think about it Jon, with the info we learned now, we can help Brock! Help him prepare for this attack!"

"Are you even listening to yourself!? What about my sister? Will she--"

"Jon! Your sister..she's-..she's.." He couldn't spit it out, he kept looking down, I was irritated.

"What!? She's what!? Spit it out before I knock it out!" He looked at me with a worried expression, then a serious one.

"Look, I can't tell you unless you come with me. If you wanna find out the hard way and stay with them, so be it. But I'm going to go find Evan and the others." He went back in the alley way, I looked down, sighing. I peered around the corner and saw him slowly creeping up on the table where the bag filled with guns, plans, ammunition, and water lay. He was getting closer but stopped under it, as Allan's men came by. I was breathing heavily, he needed help cause he certainly couldn't defend himself against his men. It's impossible.

"Jon..what're you doing..?" I whispered to myself. I slowly crept to Luke grabbed the first guard, muffling out his sounds for assistance and quietly cut his throat. The blood soaked his black shirt and he fell limp. I dragged his body to a dumpster as I took out the other the same way, except his blood went down the back of his neck and onto my shirt. I also dragged his body to the dumpster. Luke grabbed his bag and smiled at me. We silently crawled to a nearest hiding place until we abruptly stopped.

"Where are those bricks?" Allan said to his boss.

"These two are, highly trained?" The boss questioned, no response came so I guess he nodded.

"Stay still." Luke whispered. I stood parallel to the dumpster on the other side of where the bodies were. Apparently, Luke wasn't used to the smell of blood on my shirt cause his gag reflex kicked in. I covered his mouth, shushing him.

"Where's the bag?" The boss asked. I peered around the corner and saw Allan frantically looking for it. Though he was taller than the boss, he wasn't stronger.

"It was right here--!"

"You think I'm stupid?! Of course I knew it was here, where is it!?" He rose his head and growled. Allan looked around with a pissed look.

"Traitors! We need more men! My men and your men, and find those two!" Allan barked. He looked under the table.

"Who are you to bark orders? Your men failed to catch them in the first place! Let me handle this with my men." The boss said turning on his heal.

"Well, it's my sister!"

"And she's going to be my wife! Now beat it!" I saw Allan run after him,

"Since when did you go from Brock's good friend, to his worst enemy, Lui?"