1 ACT ONE: PART ONE

A MISSION

~The Thorns Family~

The Thorns Family also known as The Thorns Mafia; is a multinational criminal organisation that is often compared to what the 'illuminati' would be if it were still around today. They have tiers of importance similar to the phonetic Alphabet and numbered ranks in each tier. The highest rank is Alpha 1 and lowest is Zulu 999999. These ranks constantly shift from person to person making it virtually impossible for us to track movement, chatter and potential corruption in the system. This being said it means we have extended funding but limited man power. Everyone in this room has been religiously screened for communications with any member of the mafia so congratulations I guess...

Daniel Hansen-Alpha 2

Daniel Hansen, age 24, half British- half Chinese, studied politics at Cambridge University and came out with a degree two years early. Believed to have sold himself to the mafia in exchange for the early graduation. Parents out of our jurisdiction... We got a tip from Interpol that he was coming to London for an unknown amount of time so that means we have to act immediately.

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"I'd like to introduce you to our new member. His name is Sam Mason and yes we were ordered to include him..." The chief said as if He weren't there. Sam turned pink from the embarrassment. In fairness he didn't look the lease threatening. Samuel Mason was an average hight, very skinny, blond with fluffy hair, freckles across his nose and cheeks and blue innocent eyes. He had been through a lot of training however, since he preferred baggy clothing his abs where hidden away.

Officer Yates tutted. "He wont last a week." He commented. Samuel sat up from the table and looked fearfully at the Chief but he seemed to be agreeing with him. "I've heard good things but I don't trust that bat in interviews." Samuel sank back down in his seat, obviously finding no sympathy among the group. "We have one ticket and we need to be unnoticed." He continued. Mr Hudson, the jock in his thirties who still thought he was in high school, threw up his hands. "fine I'll do it. Give me a sweatshirt and a gun and I'll be on my way." Yates was disguising shaking his head with an itch to his neck. The Chief saw and took as much pleasure in telling him the news as it was to watch. "You aren't involved in this mission. I was being courteous in debriefing you on why you won't be at work." Hudson's eyes glared daggers. "actually we are giving Sam the job." The daggers were now redirected to Samuel who physically put his hand up to block his view. "He will be visiting the party and making pleasantries. Hopefully his little charm trick will work on them." Samuel wasn't sure whether or not to be offended or complimented. "Does everyone understand?" an agreeable mumble was exchanged and that was that. They all, but Hudson, left with a time and place. It was to be in two days. Samuel would be having a make over tomorrow and Daniel Hansen will be none the wiser... they hope.

TRAVEL'S A BITCH

The police have tracked Daniel Henson to London. Victoria Miller is to advise Alpha two to leave London immediately upon reading this letter. The British government has put together a special task force to take down Alpha two at any given time.

"What did you say?" Daniel asked. He was sitting, legs crossed on a throne like chair in his office, fiddling with his hair that had grown out a bit uncomfortably. "It says: The police-"

"Yes yes, the police know where I am and we should leave because he told you to tell me to leave because people think I listen to you, Miss Miller..." He said in one breath. Victoria looked over her glasses. "Two more days?" He sort of asked. Victoria threw the letter into the fireplace beside her with a sigh. "Yes Mr Henson. I will arrange the travel. Will that be all?" Daniel unfolded his legs and sauntered over to the window. "I believe I have unfinished business with the Chisaka Dynasty." He commented. Victoria nodded and left the room.

"I hate traveling." He spit, clenching his fist in front of him.

Seconds later the door echoed open, its hinges cursing as a man was thrown inside, gasping and choking. The man had dark purple bruises and gashes all over, his face swollen and bloody. "Please-please I-I'm sorry please!" the man choked out but Johnathan kicked him onto his stomach. Daniel's expression didn't change. He merely sighed and turned to him, hands in his pockets. "Such a shame. Last time I saw you you were classy... a pit of a narcissist but aren't we all?"

"How many women was it? forty? fifty? you touched one of ours though, one of mine. Every man and woman of Thorns is mine, you understand?" The man frantically nodded. "I could send you to the police, let you rot in jail for the rest of your life... but luckily for you... I hate the police." He almost whispered the last part. He walked over, the man not daring to look at him. "you may leave." Daniel told Johnathan and a few others. As Johnathan left he looked back before the door could fully shut and saw the dominant, classy gentleman that is Daniel Hansen, turn into the vengeful, rugged, angry hot mess of a Hyde persona that protected them all.

A PARTY

Victoria nervously arranged the party for her boss. The theme was a gentlemen's gathering but with women... Though all the guests were criminals, they were classy.... most of them. Daniel's job was looking after people. He was leader of connections and networking so parties like these were pretty standard for him.

"So then I said 'well then I guess I'll take your money and the art." Said Daniel to a group who burst into over dramatic laughter. The party was a success. People were drinking, dancing, making out, the usual. Dan had locked a few of the rooms to make sure guests didn't 'utilise' them but he did invite criminals that could pick any lock in their sleep so he had little hope. Over one of his friends shoulders he spotted a boy out of place in a creamy white suit. His blond hair was pulled back into a small pony tail, his face was delicate and his freckles were adorable. This was not a criminal. He turned slightly, revealing the most exquisite pale blue eyes which rivalled any womans he'd ever seen. "Excuse me." He told the group as he made his way over.

The boy, obviously with the police, had been glancing/spying on him all night but suddenly when he came over he had darted his eyes to his drink. "Hello I don't believe we have met which is odd because I personally invited every questionable person here tonight and... I think I'd remember a face like that." He said leaning in towards him with the devils smile. Sam smiled and blushed. Daniel raised his hand and went to stroke a hair behind his ear, teasingly grazing his cheek in the process before harshly pulling out the ear piece. Samuel looked at him in shock but Daniel put a finger to his mouth. "Let's go in here." He told the people on the microphone. He then plopped it into Sam's White wine and caught him a new one from the passing tray. "How did you-" He was going to ask but Daniel put a hand next to his waist and unlocked the door behind him. "They'll think you went into a protected room." He said as he glided past him and into the dimly lit room. Sam looked around for a minute before sliding in behind him.

As soon as he shut the door and turned around he was pushed up and pinned against it, spilling his new drink in the process. "Care to explain yourself?" Daniel asked in a much less sexual manner. Sam was both in shock by the man's sudden change in tone and the fact that he was so close. Samuel finally got to see his face. Sure they had blurry airport photos but this was him, in detail, in real life pinning me against a door! he thought. Daniel had strong features, brown eyes and back hair that he had been pushing out of his eyes all night. the man was flawless. At least one thing stayed the same; that damn fitted black suit. Dan sighed. "I guess I'll just have to get it out of you then." He said bringing his fist back for a punch. Sam scrunched his eyes shut ready for impact. "I- I'm with the pol- police." He said quickly. Daniel released his hold, leaving bright red marks on Sam's wrists. "See that wasn't so hard was it?" He asked with complete eye contact. "How much do they know?"

"not much I- I swear!" He stammered. "They just want to question you but they're being dumb." Daniel was surprised by this, not the statement but the way he said dumb sounded so cute. "all cops are dumb- I mean ignorant." Sam gave him the look of a confused puppy. "I know they're being stupid and it takes a smart person to realise it and I'm a cop, therefore cops aren't stupid." He said proudly. Dan was honestly speechless. no one ever talked to him like this. "what?" He replied. "If we arrest you then you won't say anything, then your connections will get you released with a free ticket out the country and we will have waisted resources for nothing." He explained. Daniel blinked a few times. "You told them this?"

"Of course not! No one listens to me." He shouted. "I am!" Daniel shouted back. Sam blushed. There was an awkward silence after that. "So what would you do?" Dan asked. "I- I would find a reason for you to stay." He replied softly. Satan smiled. "Tomorrow I'll be at The Ritz in the presidential suite. Come alone and maybe I'll find a reason to stay." Sam made a mental note but gulped when he realised he was just invited to a Mafia bosses hotel room with no back up. "What's the matter? Scared? A cinnamon bun like you shouldn't be scared. I'll look after you I promise." Sam tutted. "Your a criminal how can I trust a word your saying?" He asked clearly and confidently. Daniel nodded and looked around the room before taking a step towards him. "There will be a murder in Blackfriars passage at midnight. You heard it from a group of people I was talking to. Also..." he got closer to his ear. "The radio fell out and got stood on... you seem the clumsy type." He whispered popping the p. "Why are you-"

"To gain your trust. If I'm right you come see me tomorrow. If I'm wrong..." he shrugged.

Daniel then slipped past him and into the party. Sam felt his hair around his ears. "He took my hair bobble!" He told no one, feeling through his hair. He came out of the room and simply left the party.

The chief was happy about the information. Yates was silently impressed. However Samuel missed out the slight bit about the hole seeing Satan again.

Sam really didn't know whether he was praying someone would get murdered tonight or someone lived. What had Daniel Hensen done to him?

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