Boss's PlanMature

Maximus Wayde
Boss is a mad-man. I think everyone working for him is completely aware of the fact but it's few within the SIS that he's really a mad genius. When he had pitched the idea to me in the hospital that I should go back to the gang's den and make a grand (though fake) announcement that I am their leader, I thought he'd hit his head somewhere. It wasn't until he handed me a fully loaded gun did I realize that he was far from joking.

That's how I found myself driving in a grey Ford Focus, a sleek and fast car that belonged to none other than Boss himself. He hadn't let me use the excuse of my injuries to stay back with Briony. I winced in pain as I jostled my leg, pressing down on the brake pedal. Seeing as I hadn't gotten a chance to even change out of my clothes, the blood had dried and released a sick, rusty smell in the air. Bruises covered the length of my arms and I found it difficult to breathe at times - noting that I had check if there was any heavy bruising on my ribs.

"Damn you Boss," I swore under my breath, turning a sharp left, never minding the fact that the light was red.

"Take my word on this Wayde, if you so much as set foot into this hospital before getting your mission done, I won't hesitate to pull my gun on you." The expression on his face had been murderous. After all, it was entirely my fault for bringing the police into a case that was already quite messed up. "Oh, and if you stain the seat of my car with your blood, you'll have to pay."

"What a douche." Yet, I worked for that douche and could not disobey said douche.

The car slowed as I pulled up in front of the den, parking the car smoothly behind another before stepping out. I fished for my phone in my pocket and noticed I had arrived spot-on time. Boss had sent out a message to everyone involved in Joe's gang to get their asses at the den. I would show up and 'blow my cover' as their leader. It would be easy. I knew enough about the gang through the SIS records to convince them if it were necessary. Not that I imagined it would be a problem - no one would dare question the leader, and if they did, I would simply threaten them with my gun.

I looked at the door to the warehouse and could, just lightly, the voices of the goons on the other side. I had no reason to worry about this and yet...

With a sigh, I leaned back against the car, careful not to put too much weight on my left leg and took out my phone. The doctor's words of reassurance wouldn't suffice. I needed to know that Briony was okay - to hear her voice.

The ring went on just once before she picked up.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I had to take a moment to calm myself before I spoke. "Briony?"


"Are you all right?" I asked, standing straighter.


She was answering too fast. I could sense the panic in her voice, thinly veiled behind her word.

"Are you sure?"

"Really, I'm fine."

She didn't sound one bit convincing but I didn't want to press her for the truth. She had enough to deal with already. I begun to distract her from whatever it was on her mind, filling her in on what Boss's assignment and though she spoke occasionally, letting me know that she was listening, the worry in my heart grew of its own accord. When she was all too quiet, I asked, the concern in my voice loud and clear, "Briony? Are you still there?"


"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Open up to me, please.

I heard nothing except the sound of breathing - fast, harsh, out of control. Damn it, what was going on? Then suddenly, voices and footsteps echoed through and the sound of a nurse saying 'she's having an attack'. All the while, I desperately tried to reach her through the distance, wanting to be there to calm her down. She's my partner and she needs me now.

My voice grew louder, as I shouted into my phone before the sound of someone fumbling her cell and turning off the call cut the line. A dull beep sounded in my ear. Dropping my hand to my side, I shook with anger.

I needed to get back to the hospital. But could I? Boss had given me a responsibility and if there was one thing I'd learned from working for the SIS so long, I could never let my feelings get in my way of the job. And it never had.

Not until now.


The End

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