Negative [On Hold]
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Remix's POV
The party ended three days ago and we haven't seen Liam. I told them what happened down to the last detail. I only prayed Tyler was in there. As much as it doesn't make sense, he's bisexual and has a thing for Liam. He has a heart of gold and a brain of scholar. That's why Dekker wanted him.
I sit with Harry and our close group trying to think up ways to get Liam back. Zayn, the master mission maker, feels guilty so he's working extra hard trying to think of a way to get his best friend back. We have no idea if he's alive or not and Jax isn't answering my calls. Tyler hasn't answered either.
Every plan Zayn has come up with has a flaw only I think of knowing the Vipers better than any of them. So what happened? I became his assistant. Harry thought we would have a better chance at figuring things out if we had every angle figured out. Today, they wanted to know how we worked.
"What if we used an aerial way of entrance?" Zayn sighs throwing his pen on the table. Zayn and I sit at the desk with the rest directly across from them.
"Dekker is a paranoid freak," I explain. "When I explored the place, I found a room full of screens tracking the premises. It's like he wants to make sure no one kills him."
He kicks the desk like he did yesterday. "This is all my damn fault. I should've thought of that possibility." Perrie stands to put him t ease, but I wave her down. "I've made so many successful plans and tactics. Why can't I crack, Dekker Blake?!" He nearly flips the table and punches the wall.
"Dude, it was a mistake," I say not even turning to look at him. "Dekker is impossible to figure out. The Vipers are more complex than you think. They cover up their tracks and keep quiet. Jax told me enough to know how things work."
"One of my best friends is probably dead," He says kicking a chair. "I'm such a fool."
"Fool? No. Lunatic? Maybe," I turn calmly to look at him. "Sit down and help me. You make ideas, I fix flaws."
"Remix, you are-"
It goes silent when my phone rings with a familiar tone. For Jax, I set Light 'Em Up by Fallout Boy as a ringtone. The chorus plays at full blast before I pick up. "Sup Tattoo Arm," I hush everyone and focus on him. "How's Payne?"
"Gotta ask, Ty," He answers. "He convinced Dekker to let him take him. I have no idea where they went. Thanks for turning him in."
"Hey, when I want something to be private, it's private," I shrug even though he doesn't see me. "Why'd you call?"
"Dekker actually wanted to talk to you," He explains. "Can you come over on Saturday?"
I raise my brows in surprise. I hardly talked to Dekker. Why would he and to talk to me? "Why not? Later, man."
"See ya, Hell Angel," He sighs hanging up.
Zayn pounces on his seat grabbing his pencil to jot things down. "Details," He demands.
"Thankfully, Tyler was there and got Liam out of there," I sigh. "However, they haven't been spoken to in these days. Dekker wants to talk to him Friday so I'm going to his house tomorrow."
"No, you're not!" Harry stands out of anger,
I raise a questioning brow, "Babe, it might be one of the few times a Kobra can actually get into a Viper HQ." I make him smile by calling myself a Kobra. "Unlike you guys, I earned their trust and they see me as a sister. Jay could've been like that, but she acted as if they were venom."
"She's right, Harry," Zayn says. "She's smart. Let her go. I got some wires and mics. We can get some intel like that."
Harry sighs and falls back down on his chair. "Dammit."
Zayn rolls his eyes and sifts through his paperwork to grab a pair of glasses. How cliché. "When you wear these, we'll be able to see and hear what happens. Can you come over so I can set you up?"
"Eight a.m?" I suggest.
He nods before leaving the room. Perrie follows a moment later and everyone, but Harry files out. I sit down on his lap and kiss his jaw. "Babe?"
He grunts, "What?"
I twirl one of his curls and kiss his neck. "I have to do this. He's in there because of me. He's one of my closest friends. If it weren't with my ties with the Vipers, he wouldn't be alive. Thank God those two are bisexual."
Harry chuckles, "What?"
"Tyler and Liam like guys and girls. They just happened to like each other. My best guess is that Ty took him to his apartment. By now, they're probably kissing," I laugh.
He smiles, "If he's happy, I have no right to object."
"Even if it's a Viper?" I question.
He takes a breath, "Even if it's Viper. Liam's one of my few close friends. I owe him that for dragging him into this."
My phone buzzes in between us with a notification ruining the moment. I check the lock screen and nearly fall off of him. Calender Event: Interviews for new DJ. "I gotta go!" I stumble off his lap and grab my bag.
"What?" He asks.
"I'm finding a new DJ so I don't have to work as often," I say running out of the room with him trailing behind me. When I see Jay downstairs, she's rushing to put on her jacket. "Phone got you too?" I ask skipping the last three steps.
"Mmhm," She hums tossing me the keys.
"Where are you going?" Niall asks.
"Job interviews at the club. Gotta go!" Jay pulls on her other boot and pulls me out the door. "Their hideout just has to be across town, didn't it?"
"Stop whining and let's go," I tell her starting up the car. "There's about twenty guys and girls waiting."
*~*~*~*
Apparently, there was fifty people that wanted a spot as DJ at an elite London club. I guess I didn't think it through all the way. It took an hour to get through thirty-four people and onto the thirty-fifth. The next is Ian Nichols.
He comes into my booth with smiles and all around good vibe. He’s cute and very good looking. Well, he fills the looks for the job. Let’s see if he has the ears for it. “Hi Ian. I’m DJ Remix and my best friend and manager, Jay Madison.”
He nods, “You can call me Ace.”
“Sure,” Jay shrugs. “Why?”
He chuckles, “My friends call me that since I had a habit of acing all my tests in high school and do something near perfect first shot.”
“Cool,” I smile. “I like you already." He shows me his pearly white teeth and makes a flirty face. "If I didn't have a boyfriend, I totally date you."
He chuckles, "Nah. A boss slash worker relationship never goes well."
I clap my hands once and smile. I point at him, "You. I like. Jay, please tell me we're gonna hire him."
She nods, "Well, based off your resumé, I see you know what you're doing. Now, the hours will be from 7 pm to 3am on Monday to Wednesday. Will that be okay?"
He nods, "Absolutely. I know those aren't the busiest days, but it works. Though I must ask, how do you not sleep at night and still be up during the day?"
"Yeah, how do you?" Jay asks.
I shrug, "Let's just say my day doesn't start until noon o'clock."
He laughs. Damn, this kid is good. Cute, funny, and good in music. This kid belongs here. "Alright, Ace," Jay nods. "You are definitely on our possible DJ list. Then again, you're rhe only on it. Unless one of the next fifteen people spark up Remix, you're getting the job."
"In other words, come by tomorrow at one," I tell him. "I'll teach you the ropes."
The party ended three days ago and we haven't seen Liam. I told them what happened down to the last detail. I only prayed Tyler was in there. As much as it doesn't make sense, he's bisexual and has a thing for Liam. He has a heart of gold and a brain of scholar. That's why Dekker wanted him.
I sit with Harry and our close group trying to think up ways to get Liam back. Zayn, the master mission maker, feels guilty so he's working extra hard trying to think of a way to get his best friend back. We have no idea if he's alive or not and Jax isn't answering my calls. Tyler hasn't answered either.
Every plan Zayn has come up with has a flaw only I think of knowing the Vipers better than any of them. So what happened? I became his assistant. Harry thought we would have a better chance at figuring things out if we had every angle figured out. Today, they wanted to know how we worked.
"What if we used an aerial way of entrance?" Zayn sighs throwing his pen on the table. Zayn and I sit at the desk with the rest directly across from them.
"Dekker is a paranoid freak," I explain. "When I explored the place, I found a room full of screens tracking the premises. It's like he wants to make sure no one kills him."
He kicks the desk like he did yesterday. "This is all my damn fault. I should've thought of that possibility." Perrie stands to put him t ease, but I wave her down. "I've made so many successful plans and tactics. Why can't I crack, Dekker Blake?!" He nearly flips the table and punches the wall.
"Dude, it was a mistake," I say not even turning to look at him. "Dekker is impossible to figure out. The Vipers are more complex than you think. They cover up their tracks and keep quiet. Jax told me enough to know how things work."
"One of my best friends is probably dead," He says kicking a chair. "I'm such a fool."
"Fool? No. Lunatic? Maybe," I turn calmly to look at him. "Sit down and help me. You make ideas, I fix flaws."
"Remix, you are-"
It goes silent when my phone rings with a familiar tone. For Jax, I set Light 'Em Up by Fallout Boy as a ringtone. The chorus plays at full blast before I pick up. "Sup Tattoo Arm," I hush everyone and focus on him. "How's Payne?"
"Gotta ask, Ty," He answers. "He convinced Dekker to let him take him. I have no idea where they went. Thanks for turning him in."
"Hey, when I want something to be private, it's private," I shrug even though he doesn't see me. "Why'd you call?"
"Dekker actually wanted to talk to you," He explains. "Can you come over on Saturday?"
I raise my brows in surprise. I hardly talked to Dekker. Why would he and to talk to me? "Why not? Later, man."
"See ya, Hell Angel," He sighs hanging up.
Zayn pounces on his seat grabbing his pencil to jot things down. "Details," He demands.
"Thankfully, Tyler was there and got Liam out of there," I sigh. "However, they haven't been spoken to in these days. Dekker wants to talk to him Friday so I'm going to his house tomorrow."
"No, you're not!" Harry stands out of anger,
I raise a questioning brow, "Babe, it might be one of the few times a Kobra can actually get into a Viper HQ." I make him smile by calling myself a Kobra. "Unlike you guys, I earned their trust and they see me as a sister. Jay could've been like that, but she acted as if they were venom."
"She's right, Harry," Zayn says. "She's smart. Let her go. I got some wires and mics. We can get some intel like that."
Harry sighs and falls back down on his chair. "Dammit."
Zayn rolls his eyes and sifts through his paperwork to grab a pair of glasses. How cliché. "When you wear these, we'll be able to see and hear what happens. Can you come over so I can set you up?"
"Eight a.m?" I suggest.
He nods before leaving the room. Perrie follows a moment later and everyone, but Harry files out. I sit down on his lap and kiss his jaw. "Babe?"
He grunts, "What?"
I twirl one of his curls and kiss his neck. "I have to do this. He's in there because of me. He's one of my closest friends. If it weren't with my ties with the Vipers, he wouldn't be alive. Thank God those two are bisexual."
Harry chuckles, "What?"
"Tyler and Liam like guys and girls. They just happened to like each other. My best guess is that Ty took him to his apartment. By now, they're probably kissing," I laugh.
He smiles, "If he's happy, I have no right to object."
"Even if it's a Viper?" I question.
He takes a breath, "Even if it's Viper. Liam's one of my few close friends. I owe him that for dragging him into this."
My phone buzzes in between us with a notification ruining the moment. I check the lock screen and nearly fall off of him. Calender Event: Interviews for new DJ. "I gotta go!" I stumble off his lap and grab my bag.
"What?" He asks.
"I'm finding a new DJ so I don't have to work as often," I say running out of the room with him trailing behind me. When I see Jay downstairs, she's rushing to put on her jacket. "Phone got you too?" I ask skipping the last three steps.
"Mmhm," She hums tossing me the keys.
"Where are you going?" Niall asks.
"Job interviews at the club. Gotta go!" Jay pulls on her other boot and pulls me out the door. "Their hideout just has to be across town, didn't it?"
"Stop whining and let's go," I tell her starting up the car. "There's about twenty guys and girls waiting."
*~*~*~*
Apparently, there was fifty people that wanted a spot as DJ at an elite London club. I guess I didn't think it through all the way. It took an hour to get through thirty-four people and onto the thirty-fifth. The next is Ian Nichols.
He comes into my booth with smiles and all around good vibe. He’s cute and very good looking. Well, he fills the looks for the job. Let’s see if he has the ears for it. “Hi Ian. I’m DJ Remix and my best friend and manager, Jay Madison.”
He nods, “You can call me Ace.”
“Sure,” Jay shrugs. “Why?”
He chuckles, “My friends call me that since I had a habit of acing all my tests in high school and do something near perfect first shot.”
“Cool,” I smile. “I like you already." He shows me his pearly white teeth and makes a flirty face. "If I didn't have a boyfriend, I totally date you."
He chuckles, "Nah. A boss slash worker relationship never goes well."
I clap my hands once and smile. I point at him, "You. I like. Jay, please tell me we're gonna hire him."
She nods, "Well, based off your resumé, I see you know what you're doing. Now, the hours will be from 7 pm to 3am on Monday to Wednesday. Will that be okay?"
He nods, "Absolutely. I know those aren't the busiest days, but it works. Though I must ask, how do you not sleep at night and still be up during the day?"
"Yeah, how do you?" Jay asks.
I shrug, "Let's just say my day doesn't start until noon o'clock."
He laughs. Damn, this kid is good. Cute, funny, and good in music. This kid belongs here. "Alright, Ace," Jay nods. "You are definitely on our possible DJ list. Then again, you're rhe only on it. Unless one of the next fifteen people spark up Remix, you're getting the job."
"In other words, come by tomorrow at one," I tell him. "I'll teach you the ropes."
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