Part 2
Logan was nuzzling into a giggling Wade's neck when his stomach let out a loud grumble.
"Oh yeah you never ate breakfast," Wade said as he looked back at the very affectionate Logan currently attached to his back.
"Yeah and who's fault was that." Logan punctuated his words with jabs to Wade's ribs causing him to giggle.
"Hey, ya snooze ya loose. Not my fault." Wade shrugged.
Wade detangled himself from his hungry lover and went through to the kitchen to grab some food.
"Hey Peanut, what's this?" He said carrying some bacon he'd stuffed in some bread and a white envelope. He passed the sandwich to Logan while he opened the letter.
"I dunno," came the muffled reply through half the fucking sandwich.
Two pieces of paper fell out of the envelope. One looked like a newspaper clipping which Wade tossed aside favouring the folded up piece of white paper. Logan picked up the newspaper clipping only to end up rolling his eyes. "You seriously advertised yourself in a newspaper? With you're name and address? Bub we're gonna have to move again," Logan sighed, "no wonder those asshats keep showing up."
"True but we might have just gotten a job. Fancy tacos tomorrow?"
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Logan sat at the booth in the farthest corner of the Tex-mex place while Wade was ordering for them. His leg was bouncing and his fingertips were drumming against the table. All he could think about was someone, somehow hurting Wade. He refused to blink until Wade sat beside him wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"Hey try not to worry so much. From what you said we're just meeting up with some punk kid. A kid ain't gonna hurt me," Wade said as he leaned his head on Logans shoulder.
They were both in civilian clothes. The letter had asked for subtlety meaning Logan had to convince Wade not to wear the pink dress they were both fond of. They'd save that for later.
It was another 5 minutes before the shortass Logan had told Wade about arrived. Today he was wearing a baggy band t-shirt with red sleeves underneath and a chain choker with a tiny padlock on his neck. He walked over to the booth and ploped down across from the ones who could help him.
"Ok I'm gonna be quick about this cuz I don't have time," the words tumbled out of his mouth while he looked round, "My name is Steve and I need your help."
"What's in it for us Strawberry Shortcake?" Wade crossed his legs trying to look tough while Logan glowered successfully looking scary.
The kid gulped looking round again, "The contents of Senator Rowland Peterson's personal safe. Minus a key. I need you to get me that key."
"And how the fuck do you propose we go about getting to the safe?" Logan sneered, "a senator ain't exactly light on security." Wade was bouncing in his chair beside him, he was obviously down.
"There's gonna be a party in three days. If you go to the side entrance of his mansion I can get you in."
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Part of Logan still thought this was a trap. He was sat at the table with Wade planning.
"Ya know there's something about that guy that's real fuckin familiar. Like I've met him before." Wad mused to himself while half the contents of his burrito spilled onto the floor.
Logan lept into action trying to shoo away Mary while cleaning up the spicy meat and rice. He didn't want to deal with a dog with diarrhoea on top of this. "Wade you're losing your food."
Wades only response was to put the burrito down. He was still deep in thought. Logan wrapped his arms around his Wade's waist and rested his head on his shoulders.
Wade relaxed in his arms and turned his head for a kiss.
Wade turned back to look at the blueprint sitting in front of him. Logan stayed where he was looking at the paper over Wade's shoulder.
The side entrance to Black's mansion was circled several times in red marker. Based on the information from the short guy, Steven he'd said his name was, the safe should be in a room on the second floor towards the back of the mansion.
"Don't you find it funny that he knows so much?" Logan mused.
"Kinda."