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#god chapter 13 could've been so good if it didn't have everything wrong with it
tommytranselo · 1 year
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maybe a controversial take but i feel like mafia 2 was ripe for some really interesting social commentary (besides what was there already, especially about masculinity & family & the american dream) if the narrative hadn’t been actively hostile to all its characters of color, and, in fact, almost everybody who wasn’t italian
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maero · 3 years
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【 12 】 I n d r a w n - You’re My Target
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Summary: You’re an assassin, he’s the man you’re tasked with. What could possibly go wrong?
Pairing: Johnny Seo (NCT) x Reader
Word count: 2,189
Warnings: Contains foul language and mature scenes/topics. Continue at your own discretion.
CHAPTER 13
It was now the morning after the little incident that had occurred the previous night. You woke up with back ache due to you deciding to bunk out on the sofa although to Johnny it would look like you had just happen to fall asleep there as you couldn't make it to the bed somehow. A quiet groan escapes from your mouth when you eventually sat up and stretched your arms above your head, giving you a little remedy to try and help with the pain shooting through your back. Slowly, you began to stand up and cautiously look around the abnormally quiet room. Without a sound, you poke your head around the corner slightly to peer into the bedroom... no sign of Johnny, the bed is still made and it looks like the doors to the balcony were locked as the keys were still by the windowsill on a hook.
A sudden surge of panic overcame you as you quite literally tore up the room to look for your phone. "Oh god, this is very very bad!" Fear laces your words as you desperately continue the search to inform your boss about this terrible situation. "That bastard is going to fucking pay!" Anger gets the best of you as you begin to throw things around the room, making quite the noise. "I've only gone and fucked up haven't I?" As you grasp the table in shame, you hear a distant vibration coming from the furthest point of the room, the bathroom. As you enter the bathroom you lock eyes with your phone, "It isn't over yet." You sigh and quickly lunge to retrieve your phone. "New message from Mr Yamazaki, isn't it about time? Thank god for the timing though." Relief courses through you as the text message reads "Any updates?" Now is the time to just bite the bullet and just tell him that Johnny got away because he'd find out sooner or later. With that, you reluctantly sent that text message only to be met with a notification after around 3 minutes.
"Come on Y/N I can open this damn message." Pacing up and down the room, energy arises from nowhere. "Fuck it!" And with that surge of energy you finally opened it. With wide eyes the text message read "So, what are you doing still? Get out there and investigate like you were trained to do, you could've replied to me later. Also, go armed." You didn't bother sending a confirmation text back, you knew this was protocol yet you sat around while he's out there probably attempting to leave.
One search for evidence for any stolen goods was conducted in the bedroom as that contained most of the items we had brought with us. There is no need to continue in the kitchen as it had already been searched following your outburst. You checked everything in the bedroom: weapons suitcase, closet, side drawers and even the bathroom, no sign of anything gone. It was going well so far, until you peered underneath the bed. "Only one suitcase which is mine." You pulled it out and noticed that the tag had been damaged, almost as if someone had pulled something by force. You quickly make a note of this and pull the weapons suitcase from the closet. You choose to put on the shoulder holster accompanied by a pistol and some ammo, nothing too extravagant. "This looks very subtle." You chuckle to yourself before you throw on a jacket over the top to conceal the weapon. In the suitcase there is your badge which you grab and push into your pocket just in case.
Before you leave you turn your attention to the look of the front door, to identify forced entry. Which seems to be none but the extra key next to the door is gone as you have the real one on you in the front pocket. "But why would he take his suitcase AND the extra key if he was leaving?"
You have no time to waste, Mr Yamazaki had put his faith in you for all the right reasons. The sun is shining and it seems to be about 11 in the morning. You have around 12 hours to crack this and report back to Mr Yamazaki or he will not be pleased at all.
Rapidly, you burst through the front door and consequently leave it open on your way out, not caring about the property only about the suspect at hand. Carefully keeping the gun hidden, you consciously make your way over to the towns centre and work your way from there. You had no plan forming in your mind but had only one important mission. Apprehend. The. Bastard. Before. He. Gets. Away. The first thing you thought of was the bar you spotted him at last night with a lovely young lady upon his arm, the audacity to be fair. You weren't serious or anything, in fact you felt disgusted if a thought of Johnny crossed your mind, hell even you felt worse at yourself as you'd LET this happen on your watch. How irresponsible you thought, no wonder Mr Yamazaki had to keep his cool.
You felt anger begin to build up inside you yet again as the thought of you making the rookie mistake to trust another suspect. Last time this happened, you didn't dare to inform Mr Yamazaki about it. Although you felt a bit better that you did eventually gather the guts to tell him.
As the landscape of the bar comes into view, suspiciously there is no one around except the employee behind the bar surface. Great time to go and ask a few questions. As you approach you lay out your badge to the employee who begins to look a little bit startled but you're not surprised, it happens most of the time so you've learnt to deal with it. "Good morning, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions regarding last night." The employee shifts a little in space and continues, "Uhhh I'm not in trouble about last night right?" You frown to yourself, last night? What happened last night? Were you THAT out of it? "This may seem unprofessional of me but, can you enlighten me about last nights events? I wasn't aware anything had happened. I promise that you're not in trouble sir." Your words were laced with reassurance, of course you weren't going to arrest this man on sight, he's most likely a witness to whatever went down last night as you ran away in sadness. Of course you let emotions get the best of you, but hey it happens and it cannot be helped especially when you feel betrayed.
The man went to grab a stool to sit down behind the bar as you grabbed your phone to take some notes. "May I ask for your name sir?" You look up at him and make direct eye contact, you meant business. "O-of course, Daniel. Daniel Warwick, I'm working abroad for experience in bartending - I'm originally from the UK." His words were filled with fear and shock, poor guy he sounds shaken from what happened last night.
You make a quick note of his name before asking the real questions. "So before we jump right into the occurrence, I'd like to know how much this incident has shocked you and if you'd ever experience anything like this before? By the way your talking it sounds like it's had an impact." He adjusts and shifts in his seat, thinking of what to say before finally, "Indeed it has, nothing like this has ever happened to me when I've worked a shift. I thought I would die by the way the atmosphere changed so quickly. I feel a bit rough and shaken today because my boss has forced me to be on shift again even though that happened yesterday." With a stiff lip you noted it down and with that you needed to hear what actually went down moments after you fled the scene. "What can you tell me about what happened yesterday Daniel?"
He momentarily held back before he let go of all the information he gave to you. "I believe it was around 9:30 this all occurred. Three men and two women were the only ones present at the scene. I can confirm that it was one of the men who started all of this." You begin to listen even closer to what this man had to say. "They were all incredibly drunk but I thought nothing of it as obviously this is a bar and people sometimes come here to get wasted on holiday. I didn't quite get their names but one dark haired man stood out and looked particularly suspicious to me as his behaviour changed drastically in comparison to when he was sober when he arrived earlier that evening." Dark haired man?
He continued on with a huge gulp, you log his hesitation to form words. "...Then all of sudden this man pulls a gun from the inside of his jacket pocket and started to threaten all of us, including the people he was with. My body went into complete shock, I didn't know what to do in that moment so I just collapsed to my knees with my hands in the air to surrender." You look at Daniel with sympathy, "That must've been hard to deal with, I'm sorry this happened."
He turned away slightly, "But that's not quite the end, he actually shot a round and damaged the roof before he fled in a hurry." Daniel points to the ceiling where you are presented with a single bullet hole, the impact was huge as the hole was massive." As you turn back, Daniel catches a glimpse of the gun in your holster and in response he covers his head with both hands. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry you had to see that, I'll be more careful. Don't worry I'm not going to shoot." You speak softly and carry a comforting smile. He looks back up and slowly releases himself from his grasp. Daniel sighs hard as his hands collapse into his lap out of frustration. He looks around the now silent room and you take the moment to make note of his appearance in notes, just in case they need it for witnesses. His brown slicked back hair as well as his square rimmed glasses frame his face nicely especially since he has green eyes, such a nice contract it's so unique. His face appears chiselled by the gods but that's going off topic.
"Do you have any other information you'd like to share about the perpetrator?" He twiddles his thumbs in his lap, pursing his lips hard and raising his eyebrow to try and remember at least something. A moment passes. "Ahh, yes. I think he mentioned that he works in debt collecting to the woman that he left with after the incident took place." That's it. That's all you needed to hear. "Thank you so much for giving me your time today Daniel. I really appreciate it and I wish you the best of luck in the future. Don't be alarmed but we may contact you in the future to conduct an interview online." Daniel got up from the stool and stood to shake your hand. "You're more than welcome, I'm happy to help anytime." And with that you two shot a pleased smile at each other before you were on your way.
You now knew that you had to search more for Johnny, he for sure is in hiding somewhere around here. As you walked around town, you were looking for a place to stop and grab some lunch, hoping to catch a glimpse of Johnny somewhere around town. He can't hide forever and obviously he knew that, he's not stupid.
As you settle down for lunch you look back over the notes you've taken provided by Daniel our key eyewitness. "Where did he get the gun from? No guns were taken from my weapons suitcase? Perhaps someone provided it to him while we were here? Is that why he suggested to come here in the first place?" All these dire thoughts flood your mind as you cannot wrap your brain around it. What is his motive? You need to get to the bottom of this.
As you stare out onto the rest of the shops filling the town, a flyer that's taped onto the shop door catches your attention. "Holiday rentals homes in-" rental homes... THATS IT! This part of the island only has places available to rent for the summer. That woman must've taken him back to her home! But which home is the problem here, you cannot come barging in without a warrant you could get in trouble for it. Yet again you'd just have to knock and ask politely to come in to ask a few questions. If they refuse, that will raise suspicion.
So far you haven't had to use your gun, but it may be needed if something gets out of hand.
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