Party Crashers
Assasins Gavin Free and Michael Jones are hired to take out a politician at a fundraiser.
(This is a sort of mix between my Eleven Little Roosters AU and their Hitman Immersion video.)
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Ten Little Roosters, all gathered to dine.
One choked on his rage, and then there were nine.
“You look rather top, Mikey.” Gavin murmured, smiling as he readjusted Michael’s red face mask. His own was a pale green that made it difficult to see his dark green-hazel eyes underneath.
“As do you.” The other man, Michael, replied and he straightened out Gavin’s black bow tie. Or at least, he pretended too.
“Although, it is a shame you have to hide those freckles.” He stepped back to observe Michael, who wore a simple dark blue shirt that proudly proclaimed support for some stupid politician named Mike Hawk. Or as Michael called him, Sir Cock. Gavin wore a similar shirt.
The two readjusted their own wigs. Gavin’s was a more vibrant shade of blonde and was smoothed down backwards. Michael’s was a light shade of a similar blonde and hid his dark curls well.
He was also wearing contacts, since the mask didn’t grant him space to wear his glasses as usual. He was alright with that though.
The two linked arms and walked out of the small abandoned room and approached the elevators. Both of them checking each other over. Whether it was because they wanted to confirm their partner was well disguised or for some other personal reason, you wouldn’t know.
The elevator was empty as it rose them up to their destination.
“Ready?” Gavin asked his partner. Obviously it seemed so, but he liked to ask him before the two officially began their job.
“Absolutely.” Michael answered back confidently, just as the doors opened.
The two slipped out into a hallway, merging with a crowd of people as they entered a grand party room with a podium set up in front of a large blue banner matching the design of the shirts which every other attendee was wearing.
“Alright.. How many people will be attending this fundraiser?”
“From what I’ve seen, over two hundred attendees. I wasn’t able to get an exact number.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Yeah, a lot of people to hide behind.”
The only differences among the crowds were the security guards, who wore ear pieces and black overcoats, and the waiters who wore red blazers.
Michael had heard that the security guards were all armed with tasers, and he was sure he could see the outlines of them in their pockets.
In Michael’s own pocket was a sticker and some dissolving poison pills. The sticker had a toxic compound mixed into the adhesive that would seep into the bloodstream within moments.
“How much security are we dealing with?”
“Five. Two upstairs, two downstairs and a bodyguard for Mike Hawk.”
Michael glanced over to Gavin as the two entered the room, pausing by a pillar with a table full of glasses of champagne. He knew full well he had to keep an eye on Gavin. The brit was well known to get drunk when able and that was difficult when on a job.
“To Mike Hawk!” Gavin and Michael cheered as Mike Hawk went on with his speech, clinking their glasses together and then downing their drinks in one swig. One glass or two wouldn’t hurt.
Gavin seemed to think it meant he was allowed to drink more than that.
After Michael set down his empty glass, Gavin took another glass, downed that one, and picked up another to repeat the process.
“Hey, I’m gonna scope out the area real quick.” Michael whispered before walking around his partner to peer at the room they had been informed was the security office. He quickly turned back to his partner as Gavin downed a fourth glass. “Shit, we have a guy standing right outside the security office.”
Gavin picked up another glass. “Let’s just mingle until he clears out.” Michael answered and Gavin handed him two glasses of champagne.
“Wanna double this?”
“Yeah, yeah, this looks normal. Let’s just get shit faced,” Michael answered, downing one of the glasses while Gavin picked up two more for himself.
Gavin took this moment to take notice that Michael’s british accent was fading. It had been stronger, maybe stronger than Gavin’s, back when they still shared the same body and even after they had first been separated. Of course, this was due to Gavin being the main conscience and not Michael.
The original Michael, as Gavin was told, had not been British and was instead raised in the states. A long way from where Gavin had started his assasin’s career in the United Kingdom. Although, Gavin wasn’t going to complain.
“Alright, he’s moving..” Michael murmured, setting down his second glass. “I’m going in, boi. Watch my back” He whispered and casually walked over where the guard had been before. Gavin wasn’t sure why, but they had started referring to each other as bois. Something Geoff said the original two of them had done often.
Before they were murdered, of course.
“This is how you champagne.” Gavin poured one of the glasses into another and held it up, causally following Michael. He noticed the guard speaking into his earpiece. He managed to catch ‘position’ and ‘circulating’ but didn’t try to listen too much as he walked away and gave Michael an opportunity to slip into the security office.
Michael wasn’t sure what he expected. The office was small and clearly in need of some proper maintenance. It had several fold able-leg tables stacked in the corner. It seemed more like a storage closet than a maintenance office.
The man smirked as he saw two guard uniforms (black overcoats with a white shirt underneath on a plastic fold-out table, two knives settled beside them.
“These are nice.” Michael murmured, stripping off his facial disguise so it would be easier for him to slip on the uniform. “Maybe I should steal these..” The fabric was smooth and the inside was soft and comfortable. Then again, these guys stood in one position for hours so he wasn’t sure what to expect.
Quickly, he buttoned the overcoat and slipped his mask and wig back on. He picked up one of the knives and dropped it into his overcoat pocket before readjusted his facial disguise one more time to be safe.
Quietly as possible, he slipped through the doors and took a quick look around. However, Gavin wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Michael cursed in his head and closed the doors, approaching the top of the stairway to look down on the crowd in hopes of finding his partner.
Another guard was approaching, likely to change position, and Michael quickly slipped out of his way as inconspicuous as possible.
Taking on the stance that the guards had (crossing their arms in front of them), Michael slowly approached the crowd, doing his best to hide his mounting frustration. They may be partners, but this was an annoyingly common occurrence. He internally made a promise to murder him, even though he’d never be able to do it, it made him feel slightly better.
Michael slowly shifted back up the stairs as the guard moved away again. He was surprised (and relieved) to see Gavin standing in the corner. For a moment, Gavin tensed at the sight of Michael before realizing it was his partner and not an actual security guard.
“Thank god, I was worried you got drunk and ran off somewhere to do something stupid.”
“Have a little faith in me, Mikey.” Gavin casually replied, sipping from what was probably his eighth champagne glass.
“I can never have faith in you when you’re surrounded by alcohol. You arse.”
Gavin shrugged and Michael put a hand in his pocket, showing Gavin the knife handle.
“I got the knife. We could just get ‘im on the way out.” Michael whispered, dropping it back in his pocket and resuming his guard-like stature next to his partner. Gavin turned and pointed with his glass, almost like he was toasting someone.
“M’kay, then. How ‘bout this?” He gently nudged Michael in the arm when his attention shifted to some of the attendees walking around them. They would have to be quick or they’d become suspicious.”We’ll wait for them to be over there, right?” He gestured to the room next to the security office where the attendees that were coming up the stairs were heading towards.
“Don’t-don’t point.” Michael hissed and Gavin lowered his hand and took another sip of his champagne before continuing.
For a brief moment, they had the space at the top of the stairs to themselves.
“He’s having drinks, right. I’ll take out his body guy, you take out him. We’ll come down and kill that guy on the way out.” He gestured to the guard at the doorway. “Well, let’s mingle, shall we?”
“Let’s mingle.” Michael answered, pushing his mask up a bit as Gavin walked ahead of him, drinking the rest of his champagne.
“Aww man, all the booze is gone, ya see that?” Gavin answered as they walked back down the stairs and saw the now empty table that once held a bunch of champagne glasses.
Michael heard the static-y sound coming from the guards’ ear pieces and was sure they were looking at him and Gavin.
“You know, maybe we should pretend like we know each other.” Gavin whispered as he picked up a random glass from a table. Damn, he needed to slow down.
“No, that’s fine, we don’t.” Michael answered, his voice quiet before he slightly raised it to speak again. “Sir, Sir, back off sir.” His faint accent seemed to vanish briefly as he took on a more authoritative tone of voice, sounding less like a party-goer and more like the role he was dressed up for.
“Sorry, Sorry. I just- wanted to make friends.” Gavin seemed to stumble over his words a little bit as Michael (kinda begrudgingly) put some distance between them. “I’m kinda socially awkward at these.” A few attendees cast him annoyed glances and Michael forced himself to not snap at them for it.
The politician was approaching now, surrounded an entourage of attendees, his bodyguard, and his announcer.
Michael glanced back around to let Gavin know, not trusting the brit to be observant after all the champagne he’d had. He quickly caught sight of him and walked over, drifting by slowly to whisper to him. “Target is approaching, target is approaching.” He hissed to Gavin who picked up another glass and slowly walked over to the politician, worming his way through the attendees swarming around him.
Gavin silently pulled the poisoned sticker out of his pocket and stripped off the back, walking over to the bodyguard who stood by the wall.
“Hey, thanks for doing all the work you do.” Gavin whispered, attaching the sticker to the guard’s hand and casually walking away as the poison worked into the guard’s bloodstream and caused him to slump against the wall and slide down.
He could hear another nearby guard talk into his earpiece. Gavin could only pick up ‘back up’ but that was a good enough hint that he should get the fuck out.
Michael slowly walked up behind the politician as he took a sip out of his champagne glass. As he did, Michael slipped out the knife and stabbed it into the man’s back. Repeatedly.
He was always the one to go a little overkill.
The man cried out in pain, blood gurgling in his throat as he staggered back and then fell to the floor. He quickly walked out of view of the attendees, reuniting with Gavin who took the same route of action.
“What’s going on?” Some of the attendees were calling out
“Did you see who did that?” Michael asked, keeping with his cover as he joined Gavin on the stairs.
“That guy there was suspicious.” Gavin answered, pointing at a random attendee. His british accent was easily identifiable.
“Dude, I went all over him.” Michael whispered to Gavin, failing to keep the chuckle out of his voice though the others were too loud to hear it, thankfully. Gavin smiled back at him.
“I’m going to go take out that guy, you keep walking.” Michael whispered, pulling out another poison sticker and stripping off his back as he joined another guard who was pointing at random attendees.
“Take off your masks. Everyone take off your masks.”
“I’ve seen a suspicious individual around here.” Michael added, quickly attaching the sticker to the back of the guard’s neck. He let out a small noise of shock and then collapsed to the floor as the poison took effect.
“There’s a guard sick back there.” Michael called out as he walked away from the now dead guard and into the sea of attendees.
Gavin passed by a waiter who was still handing out drinks and he gratefully took one. “Don’t mind if I don’t.” The champagne was nicer than what Gavin had been able to have in a while. Besides, if they were going to be convincing, he may as well drink a couple glasses.
He quickly found Michael approaching the now unguarded door, everyone else’s attention turned on the three dead bodies now on the floor making it easy to walk over.
Gavin cast another look around, glass still in hand as Michael opened the door. He slipped out and held the door open as Gavin walked in. In a moment of drunk victory, he made a cheers gesture with his glass before joining Michael outside.
Another successful job.
As the two quickly made their way out of the building, Gavin sipped on his champagne.
The two slipped in Michael’s car. Once they were safe inside the vehicle, Michael pushed up his mask and his head slumped against the headrest.
“Whoo! We did it.” He let out a faint chuckle and pulled off the wig and the mask, carelessly throwing it into the backseat. Gavin did the same. Their hair was ruffled, but it was totally fine seeing as they were no longer really in a formal setting and they never genuinely cared about it in the first place. He rose up his champagne and downed the rest of it.
“Hell yeah!” He added, smiling. Michael turned to him.
“I think I should stop bringing you to places with alcohol.” He said as Gavin set down the glass.
“Noo.” He whined, leaning back and looking at Michael.
“.. Damnit, Gav.” He groaned, slipping his car key out of his pocket and starting the vehicle. “I can’t believe we shared a body at some point.”
“Awww.” Gavin whined and Michael rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, Gav. Let’s just get back to that Burns guy and get our paycheck and then we can go home and just sleep and watch TV.” Michael loved the thought of passing out in the enormous bedroom back in their apartment. It had been a long day to him with obtaining the disguises and other preparations.
“And swimmy bevs?”
Michael cast a glance at the car’s digital clock as they quietly pulled onto the road. It was pretty late now.
“... We’ll see.”
“Yay.” Gavin cheered, earning another smile from his partner. “I love you Mikey.”
“Love ya too, Gav.”
