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Bellamy, Frenchie, and Butcher are all sitting on the cemented ground working on something as Hughie is duct taping the ceiling above them.

"That stuff really blocks the chip's signal?" Frenchie asks him, panic evident in his voice.

Bellamy watches Hughie curiously, raising a brow.

"Yeah. It's just R.F. Shielding Foil. You can get it at Fry's." Hughie answers like it was obvious.

Bellamy nods, he seems to know his stuff.

"You in tech intelligence?" Frenchie presumes.

"Uh, sales and installation." Hughie says.

Bellamy chuckles. "Where did you find this kid again?" He looks to his brother who jams the car jack into what they're working on.

"Oh, what the fuck?" Translucent groans from beside them in the cage and all three men snap their heads to him. "Where am I?"

"Oi." Butcher perks right up.

"Morning, sunshine." Him and Bellamy say in unison causing both of them to eye each other for a brief moment.

"You know who I am?" Translucent asks sharply.

"Not sure. I know so many invisible assholes." Frenchie sasses as they all stand.

"You fucking amateurs!" Translucent shouts before he cries out as the electricity crackles from the cage of him trying to escape. "Fuck!"

Bellamy leans down. "Who said we were amateurs, sweetheart?"

"What the fuck!" Translucent yells out.

"Ooh, mind them bars, son." Butcher tells him. "You'll only bollocks yourself again." Bellamy smirks, he sure wouldn't mind.

Hughie steps down from the chair and comes over to them as they start heading out the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Translucent rushes out. "Uh, okay, what do you guys want? Money?" He offers.

"We don't want your fucking money." Butcher gruffs, closing the door behind him.

Hughie lets out a deep sigh as Butcher takes off his jacket and Bellamy pops his neck.

"What do you think, Frenchie?" Butcher asks him. "Bellamy?"

"You just dropped the Moby fucking Dick of problems on our plate." Frenchie snaps. "That's what I think."

Bellamy nods in agreement. "Yeah. You got in over your head, and now we're all fucked for it because you drug us into your shit."

"Okay." Frenchie lights a cigarette as he begins to think out loud. "He can re-order his carbon on his skin into metamaterial." He sighs, closing his eyes. "It's hard as diamonds. It's nearly impossible to penetrate."

"All right, how 'bout we suffocate him?" Butcher suggests.

"Can't." Bellamy crosses his arms, leaning against the table as Frenchie lets him have a drag.

"Some Dominicans already tried this, way back in '07." Frenchie finishes.

"And what happened?" Butcher asks. Hughie's brows furrow together in thought.

"They're all fucking dead now." Frenchie tells him. "That's what happened."

"All right, then, fuck it, electrocution. We'll just increase the amps." Butcher says.

Bellamy sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You already hit him with enough to drop a water buffalo, and look." Frenchie points to the door. "Might knock him out-"

"Won't knock him dead." Bellamy finishes.

"No. We need to pierce the skin somehow." Frenchie nods.

"Well, how the hell are we gonna do that?" Butcher asks.

"I don't know." Frenchie asks.

"Course you kidnapped one of The fucking Seven without a goddamn clue on how to kill him." Bellamy scoffs.

"Yeah, I don't see you coming up with any brilliant ideas." Butcher fires back.

"You're gonna kill him?" Hughie weakly speaks up causing all three heads to slowly look up at him.

Is he serious- Bellamy thinks to himself.

Butcher scoffs through his nose. "We didn't bring him here for a fucking Happy Meal."

Hughie's mouth falls open as he looks to Frenchie and Bellamy before back to Butcher. "I don't- I thought we'd question him or something. I don't know, you get a - you get ahold of someone this big..."

"At Gitmo, we had to water board Khalid Sheikh Mohammed 183 times over six months to get him to talk just once." Butcher tells him.

Bellamy snickers to himself. "Ah, that was fun."

"Now, we ain't got six months. I doubt we've even got six hours." Butcher continues.

Hughie looks at him with wide eyes., not blinking... at all. "There are so many crazy things about what you just said,  but right now, you're talking about randomly killing one of the most famous men on the planet. A goddamn national treasure." He stresses. "I mean... people tend to notice that kind of thing."

Bellamy clicks his tongue. That's kinda the whole point, is it not? Make a statement.

"And if we let him go..." Butcher steps closer to Hughie. "What do you think The Seven will do to us?" He questions. "Hmm?" Hughie sighs. "You can't get A-Train if you're a greasy smear on the pavement."

Somehow Hughie's eyes widen even larger.

"I'm not a murderer." He states.

Then the fuck is he doing here? Bellamy throws his hands up looking to Frenchie who shakes his head.

"That's all right." Butcher nods, moving past him. "I am."

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Frenchie starts 'La foule' on his phone, handing Bellamy a pair of headphones as he puts on his own, and they go to work. Bellamy leaves them on his neck as Frenchie puts his over his ears and pulls down his goggles.

Bellamy begins measuring before passing it off to Frenchie for him to mix, he being the chemist for weapons whereas Bellamy is more of the hands-on builder and fixer of them.

Butcher watches in awe and a bit of amusement as the two work side by side in harmony together before Frenchie signals for him and he tosses something over. Eventually Frenchie pulls out a blowtorch and Bellamy uses plyers as they continue to work as fast as they can.

Once they're done, Butcher lifts the glass jar and Frenchie pulls up his goggles as him and Bellamy bend over to eye their masterpiece closely.

Frenchie grabs the plyers from Bellamy and pinches off the large sized bullet. "Rounds coated in the same carbon metamaterial as his skin." He says, scoffing in amusement with a shrug.

He sets it up in a case and hands it to Butcher.

"Will it work?" Butcher asks as he admires it.

"Je ne sais pas." Frenchie tells him.

"It'll work." Bellamy states with a strong nod, confident in their work, though in the back of his mind he has to prepare for if it doesn't.

They'll be out of time and options after that.

Bellamy grabs the gun for Frenchie to pull open and Butcher loads before clicking it back just as Hughie joins them.

"Guys?" He looks at them cautiously. "What are you doing?" Frenchie opens the door as Bellamy smirks and Butcher charges in, Hughie flailing behind him. "Wait! No, no, no! Wait, wait!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Translucent panics as Butcher strolls right up to the cage and fires, sparks igniting from the cage before the bullet bounces right off of Translucent as shoots from wall to wall. Butcher ducks as Translucent laughs loudly. "You stupid, fucking asshole. I'm invincible. You stupid motherfuckers."

"Damn it!" Bellamy yells out, kicking his boot against the wall. Butcher walks out and Frenchie kicks the door shut behind him.

"I'm fucking Translucent. I'm indestructible." The 'invisible asshole' continues. "It's only a matter of time before they come for me. You're fucking dead!"

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hello, hello!! Happy The Boys Thursdayyy!!

It feels so weird to be writing for S1 while watching S4 lol, it feels like a lifetime ago...

Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out, I loved Bellamy sm in this chapter and hope y'all did too!! Getting more of a taste of him and his thoughts and personality ;)

ALSO!! I absolutely LOVED this week's episode so muchh, omg I think it's my favorite of this season so far!!

Anyways, don't forget to comment your thoughts, questions, & reactionsss & thank you guys so much for 100+ reads on this book so farrr!! Cause we just getting started babyyy, until next time, mauh! <3