I'm so so so sorry! I missed regular update schedule time, I know it. It's 10:03 pm. And I'm finally home from work. I had been there for whole day, starting at 7 am. and ending at 9 pm. I'm so tired but money!! I hope you will forgive me. I know it's MiniCat, nothing is really happening here but 2000 words? C'mon! Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler POV)
I wasn't pleased at all. I was still mad at Evan, now mad at Craig for not punching me in the face. The things would be more easy if he wasn't such a cutie.

"Alright. I need to go back to my house. My boss needs another contract," I announced this to Craig.

He looked at the bottle on the counter just for a few seconds, then looked at me and nodded.

"Sure, go ahead."

I stood up, grabbing the whisky into my hand along with my phone, and walked towards the main door.

"Give it back!" He shouted, and a few seconds later I heard his footsteps behind me.

I turned around and shook my head in disagreement.

"We're in the circle again. Craig, you have to stop drinking," I said calmly, while inside me I was furious about the sad phase he was going through.

"Like you care," he snapped at me.

"I love you. And I know this is not a solution. Look... I'm here for you. You don't need any alcohol."

I noticed his cheeks went redder, and it made me somehow satisfied. There was still something in him that was interested in me, even though I didn't want him to be. I hurt him so much, I was selfish.

"I-I don't want to be alone. I can help you... with whatever you're suppose to do for your boss."

"What?" I asked.

"You know everything about me. My life, my job, my dreams and nightmares. But truth to be told I-I don't know much about you. And friends should know this things. So let me grab a jacket and we're good to go."

This is not a good idea. But what can I loose? Delirious won't find out about this, and I can be around Craig longer.

"Fine," I mumbled, and watched Craig run to his room.

I decided it would be for the best if I took the alcohol with me. So I left the house, throwing the whisky into the bin. I took a deeb breath and got into the van. Looking at the all things I gathered for Craig's rescue made me mad again. I didn't understand why would Evan do such thing. He acted so terrified and so convincing. Maybe it was his way to punish us all.

"I-I thought you left when I didn't see you in the house."

Craig's voice dragged me into the reality, and I smiled. He had a power to calm me down, to force my mind think about nicer things.

We arrived to my house in a twenty minutes. We both got off the car.

"Would you like to help me with these things?" I asked and opened the back door.

Craig walked around the car to me and looked at what I was talking about.

"What are those things?" He asked curiously.

"Some types of guns, grenades, and knives. There are bullets for the guns, in there are binoculars and silencers. In this cra-" I was cut off by him jumping into my speech.

"Why do you have it?"

"This was meant to be used for your rescue. Except for this gas machine, that's installed for here."

"Gas machine? What for?" He whispered, looking around.

"You can be locked in, I start the engine and you'll get gassed. It depends which gas I use. Sleeping gas, poison gas..."

"Oh... ok. Hand me something, I'll help."

I slightly nodded, getting into the van. I looked for the lightest crate I could give him. Picking up the crate filled with the sniper rifle, I looked at Craig. He was standing there, looking all terrified and all innocent.

"Be careful please. This shit isn't cheap," I said, handing him the crate.

I picked up the grenades and jumped out of the car. I walked towards my house, unlocking the door with my free hand. I put the crate down and turned myself to see Craig.

"Put it somewhere in here. And make yourself at home. I'll bring the rest of the stuff," I informed him, walking by him to my car.

I picked another crate and saw Craig standing there again. 

"I told you-" I was cut off by him.

"And I told you I wanted to help. Give it to me."

With Craig's help the stuff from my car were lying in my hallway. I decided to move them elsewhere the following day, I was a bit tired of carrying them here and there.

"So what now? What does your boss want?" Craig asked, sitting on the chair in the living room.

"New target, new contract. Are you really sure you want to do this?" I asked carefully.

He just nodded, waiting for my other instructions. I sighed, then turned the set up on. In a few seconds I got through the websites into the deep web, my source of information and contracts for Delirious.

"Alright. So here are the potential contracts. Pick three of them, and read them."

He nodded all confident and turned himself to the monitor. I completely adored him. The way he was looking, the curiousness shining in his eyes, the way he frowned a little because he read something disgusting, the way he pressed his hands together. I loved him, I loved him so much.

"T-Tyler?" He whispered slowly, and I sighed, shaking my hands just to get from that romantic phase.

"What?" I asked.

"This is so horrible. Why would somebody wanted to kill the innocent prostitute, just because she refused to run away with him? Who are these people that are writing this? Some maniacs?"

Oh, Craig. You're so innocent.

"I don't dig deep. Tell me once you pick something, ok?"

"Alright. But what kind of... murder... you want to find? I-I mean... do you choose specific people, o-or..."

"No. I pick the contract with the lowest risk, big money, and especially no connection to the police. Look... I'll show you something."

I stood up, walking behind him, and leaned above his body. I could have perfectly seen the crook of his neck, his detailed features, breath his scent. I forced myself to focus on the monitor. Flying the the words with my eyes, I immediately deleted that ones I considered as a waste of time, far away from our city. Then I highlighted those with the biggest risk and removed them as well.

"See? Those are the best for us. Read through them and tell me," I said, then walked to my chair.

"How... how did you do that?" He asked amazed, and I smiled.

"Years of practice."

"What is the red room?"

I frowned, then leaned closer to him to see what he was doing.

"It's a website where you're part of the torture or murder. You decide what happens to the guy. You can try it," I said uninterested, but inside I started to freak out when the memories wanted to came up.

"What?" He squealed.

"Look," I whispered, clicking through some website.

On my other monitor there popped up the camera footage with the man being chained up. His naked torso was full of cuts and blood, he seemed to be unconscious.  On my other monitor showed the chat. There were already wishes how to torture him.

Craig immediately turned around, facing the monitors with his back.

"God! Turn it off, turn it off!" He shouted, covering his eyes.

I smiled a little then backing up to the contract website.

"You can look," I informed him amused.

"I-Is this... is this something that is... giving you some satisfaction? W-watching this kind of.. s-stuff."

He looked at me fully terrified. I sighed, then shook my head.

"No, Craig. I had worked for them before I met Delirious," I said the truth.

"W-why?"

"I... I don't want to talk about it. Not right now."

I stood up, fully uncomfortable with this topic. He looked so guilty.

"Sorry," he whispered, and I sighed, lightly ruffling his hair.

"Wanna something? Tea or coffee?" I offered.

"Alcohol?" He said with excitement in his voice.

"Tea it is," I said annoyed, and walked into the kitchen.

I recalled the times when I was working for them. Completely against my will. The nights I cried, always hearing the screams of agony from the victims. That changed me.

I brought the tea to Craig, who looked completely caught into the website. I put it in front of him and sat on my chair again.

"I have them," he announced, scanning me.

"I'm listening."

"Ok... so first is Jennifer Adams. She's responsible for some dude's death, and someone wants her to die within one month without any evidences. Which is nice act, some kind of revenge I stay at the bad guy role. The next is Andy Hubert, some guy on the photo kissing another women. There's note pinned to that photo and it say: Kill that cheating bastard. Last is Dereck Williams. He's some guy from a gang, you're suppose to kill him."

Kill, kill, kill. This is interesting.

"Craig? Why didn't you pick anything like a torture or only a kidnaping?" I pointed out this fact.

"Because... I don't know."

"You realize that this kind of job is poorly paid. Look what about this." I stood up and quickly went through the offers.

"Amy Tucker. Kidnap, get some answer and kill her. That's great!"

"No! I-I mean... Tyler... I... don't think this is fair to the people you're going to hurt. They... they didn't do anything wrong."

Oh, Craig.

"Craig listen... this is who I am, ok? I hurt people, I pick who's sentenced to death, I live the underworld's life. This people right here," I pointed to the website.

"They're not innocent," I finished my sentence steadily.

"Remember Ryan? He wasn't innocent too. He-" I continued when he was still silent, then was cut off by him.

"What did he do?"

"What?"

"What did he do that he deserved to be killed?" He repeated the same question.

"He wanted to kill our president. And FBI hired us to do the dirty job. You did a right thing when you helped me back there. You were so strong, so confident."

He sighed, then looked back to the monitor. I knew he didn't like the fact he was the one responsible for Ryan's death. I didn't like it either.

"Ok, this is my final decision. Gary Wild, some CEO. What do you say? One rich people more or less," he said with hopes.

I smiled at him, then nodded.

Gary it is. Let's see who wants his death first.

"Ok, who offered this contract?" I asked, getting slowly into the professional phase.

"Uh... some... Death777?"

"Alright. Now I'm going to teach you how to find some information about people who things that owns the internet."

"So this is how you find out about Evan?" He asked me slowly.

"Yes."

"Did you find things about me as well?" His voice was so serious, that my heart started to race.

This is a trap question. Should I lie or tell the truth?

"Yes. But only the necessary things. Your hobbies, your favorite place to be, your daily schedule," I said quickly, hoping he wouldn't freak out.

"Can I find out about you as well?" He continued.

"Yes, about me yes. But Delirious doesn't have anything there. He practically doesn't exist."

"Can we try?"

"Maybe another time. Now... look this is the page you can track down the IP address, which gives us perfect location of Death777. On this website you ran the person through FBI database. Am I boring you?" I asked with a sigh.

Craig was looking directly at me, but I had a feeling he didn't listen to what I was saying which annoyed me a bit. He snapped out of his trance, and quickly shook his head.

"S-Sorry, continue."

"Maybe another time. I'm gonna walk you home, it's pretty late anyway," I said and stood up.

"I was listening, I'm still listening. Pretty please."

How can I say 'no' to those eyes? I'm such a weaker around him, but that's what love is.