[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » suicide misison. So, pronounce with me: I will remain inside the car with Tommy.”

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] “You are serious about leaving...!?” Words were muttered in a serious tone, cerulean hues widened due the concern »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » he wanted to share. No matter what words or arguments Thomas used to persuade Oliver, the other man already made »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » his call. A deep exhale escaped parted brims whilst slender fingertips shove the cellphone back to the pocket. »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] When his gaze migrated back to the driver’s seat, Oliver’s presence vanished from the inside and was pacing in »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » direction of the assassin. It was official: Oliver was insane; at least, was what Tommy thought until the combat »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » commenced. In a flow of swift and precise maneuvers, Ollie managed to disarm the man and use the weapon against »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » the previous owner. Inside the car, he was incredulous about what he just saw... his best friend taking down a »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » professional with his bare hands. “What happened on that island...” Vocal chords projected the words in a low »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » tone — a whisper. Moments later, the black-hooded figure collapsed against the ground, making Oliver victorious. »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » In a normal occassion, Thomas would share a gigantic amount of happiness and excitement but, with the doubts »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » haunting his consciousness laced to the episode he just watched, he failed to recognize the man he once knew — his »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » best friend. Moments later, the other man approached the sedan in slow paces with the wounded individual being »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » carried by abundant arms. When both met the driver seat, svelte eyebrows arched upward as confusion highlighted in »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » his visage. “No.” A singular word escaped his parted lips whilst head shook from one side to another. “First, you »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » avoided me for six months. Second, in the night we combined something... random assassins decide to cause »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » confusion in the same club we are. And, now? You seem like a freaking superhero when you barely knew how to punch. »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » I’m tired of this secrecy... now, you either share something or call someone else to drive for you.” That was it. »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » Behavior mirrored selfishness and childish traces but, somehow, it made sense in his mind; even when one life was »

[𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.] » in danger.