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Summary:

what if neil and andrew knew eachother but drifted apart? what if they met again a few years later?
what if the Moriyamas were a military/mafie which used exy as a cover?
what if the wesninskies were a sparate mafia but they worked together?
what if the Hatfords were more powerful than the moriyamas?
What if Nathan wanted Neil to be a muder machine, so he sent him to special training where he got known as 001 or Mercenary 'Nat'
 

(all this is one au)

Notes:

Hiiiiii Lovelies! this is my first ever fic so bear with me! this fanfic is inspired by alot of diffrent ones i have read including: Lifeline, way down we go, die free or die a failure and a few with anonymus authors. i give credits to all the different authors for the fics and hope it is ok!
PS. read the warnings for any triggers that might set you off.
(english is not my first language!)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Andrew was staring up at the ceiling, the night had not gone quite as he had expected and that had resoulted in remembering a certain blue-eyed boy with auburn hair, a boy he only dreamed of now. the foxes had had a match earlier on the day that had ended in quite the fight or brawl or whatever the hell Wymack had called it. the foxes had been playing against the hornets and there had been some...disagreements after the game. One of the hornets had tired to hit on Allison, and it so happened that both Renee and Seth had been in earshot when the comment had been made. Seth had started yelling at the player who took it personally and threw the first punch. Matt the avergood friend had then appeared to help Seth, but it only resoulted in more of the hornets joining the fight. and to make it all worse hed had to fly out with Wymack and the teams confirmed alchoholic (kevin fucking day) to millport, some godforsaken town out in nowhere to find some boy who kevin just needed to have, well that would be a problem for tomorrow, so instead of thinking he just closed his eyes and tried to remeber a soft laughter and icy-blue eyes that could freeze hell over with a wrong look.