Wrapped Around His Fingers [KinnPorsche/VegasPete]

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[กล่องไม้]

3 years ago

"What are you doing?"
"Shh! Just stay quiet! He's almost here."
"But your foot is breaking mine."
Pete and Porsche were hiding behind a wall, waiting for their moment of attack. They were squeezed together, fully equiped - after all they were spying on mr. Korns house. It was known for one of the best protected houses in the Thai mafia world.
"He's there," Pete pointed his gun towards one of the guards at the gate and shot him, while moving to another wall in front of them. "Not anymore," shrugged Porsche who moved along with him, silently waiting for a signal of another bodyguard, who appeared just seconds later. "Bang" Porsche said as he shot the bodyguard, clearing their way to the entrance.
"We got two minutes."
Porsche and Pete quickly made their way inside, signalling to each other that they would move towards the basement. "On three," Pete whisper yelled, "one, two,.."

"Three."
Said a voice behind them and Porsche got shot in his shoulder. He fell down on the ground unconsiously, blood dripping out of his body. "Porsche!" Pete yelled, uncontrollably letting out tears. He didn't hestitate to turn around and shoot the person behind him before kneeling down to help Porsche. "Porsche! Porsche!" Porsche woke up at Pete's yelling, and slowly got up. "Porsche! Are you okay? Please don't die on me," Cried Pete and Porsche nodded quietly, "I'm fine, the bullet isn't on a vital spot. I'm just immobile on my left." Explained Porsche and Pete nodded, "we need to continue this operation, otherwise we're screwed. My shoulder can get help later," Porsche stood up and moved further inside the house, leaving behind a worried Pete on look-out. "Just be careful," said Pete as he turned around to look at the garden to see if someone would be coming. Seeing Porsche like this was the absolute worst. After being abandoned by his own family and friends, Porsche was the only person on his side. And truthfully speaking, that made him realize that he probably wasn't able to love without Porsche.
"I'm in the basement," heard Pete in his earpiece, meaning the operation was halfdone. "But there's someone else." Pete remained quiet for a while to think of a solution.
"Can you recognize something? Like a voice, a family badge or a language?" Asked Pete as the other line remained quiet for a good minute. "They're speaking English, I think it's about a deal. I don't recognize any voices, but I suppose it must be Chan, Korns main bodyguard." Noted Porsche as Pete responded quickly: "do you think you can get it?"
"Yes, but I need your backup," answered Porsche, as Pete sighed frustratedly. Leaving this area meant taking a risk that they honestly couldn't take - a two men mission was dangerous already, but without one on the look-out, it was basically suicide. Was that really worth it?
"It's make or break, Pete. It's now or never too," heard Pete through his earpiece, which made him think of a plan. "Give me a minute," reported Pete and opened his back smoothly, grabbing a few materials. He opened up a box, clicked on a button and removed something from the item. He placed it in front of the door. "This should buy us time," whispered Pete to himself before making his way downstairs, on his way to join Porsche.

"What took you so long?" Asked Porsche, who had hidden himself between the pipes and wooden boards just underneath the ceiling. "Making a bomb," answered Pete as he hid behind a group of boxes. "How are we gonna get 'em?"
"We shoot the two guys at the back, the front guys would turn around, then we shoot Chan. Probably we have to hide from the front guys, but if Chan's gone we can make it."
Pete agreed with Porsche's plan and they didn't hestitate a second to start the attack. Pete and Porsche both shot the two guys at the back, when indeed the two front guys turned around. Porsche and Pete both shot on Chan, but he was smart enough to hid away behind a pillar. "Damn it," growled Porsche as he shot the two front guys instead of Chan. "Now what?" Asked Pete a bit panicked, his gun pointed at the pillar where Chan was hidding behind. "You cover for me, I'll grab the wooden box," Said Porsche and elasticly moved from the ceiling to the ground as Chan started to shoot on him - at which Pete started to shoot back. The guns were firing and Porsche ran to the closet at the back of the basement, grabbed the box and made his way back on the ceiling, shooting Chan in his knee. "Run!" Yelled Porsche to Pete as the two, as quickly as possible, made their way outside of the basement and ran away from the house to reach a car.
Pete started the engine as Porsche entered the car as quickly as he could. "Mr. Kinn," Pete called excited, "we got the box."