Summary: AU: Everyone knows that David Temple is the evil twin, the villain, while is brother Sam is the good twin, the hero. As an arms dealer under the name of Caine Soren, David does everything that one would call evil. But with Sam on his tail and Harvard certificate in his pocket, David might consider doing something good for once.

Setting: The Power Plant accident never happened, so no FAYZ and no depression for Connie, which means that David (Caine) and Sam grew up together. But their father left Connie because he discovered that she cheated on him. The story is set in Los Angeles, because Perdido Beach is way too small for this. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, unfortunately :'(

Motivation: I'm terribly addicted to the TV series Suits, which inspired me to write this story. :)

Chapter 1: Meet and Kill

The Coyotes

Days like these were the ones when David Temple would ask himself how he had become the way he was now. He liked to think of it as it was his mother's fault, but David knew that it wouldn't be completely fair. After all, Connie had been right from the start: David evil and his older twin Sam was good. Their mother had made them believe that quite regularly when they were still kids. And now, Sam was the hero, the cop and David was the villain, the criminal.

"Are you alright, Caine? Or shall I ask Merwin to postpone our meeting with the Coyotes?", Diana asked him, but there was no worry in her voice. Never any sign of emotional affection that made David think that she returned his feelings for her at all. But still, he was the only one Diana allowed herself to get close to.

David rolled his eyes and put on his jacket, before grabbing the suitcase that laid on his bed. He looked briefly at their hotel room to make sure he didn't forget anything and followed Diana out of the room.

"Have you contacted Drake about the meeting place?", David asked when they were in the elevator. Diana nodded.

"He's already there to check the area. We'll be meeting him there." The last time they were dealing with a gang, it had been a trap. One of the gang members had been an officer and the whole place was surrounded by the police. It was thanks to Drake that they had gotten out of there alive.

It was one of the reasons why David always chose his allies carefully.

When the elevator stopped, both walked toward the hotel's lobby to check out. They never stayed at the same place for longer than two weeks, for obvious reasons. It had been nine days since their previous stay. David would have to search for a new one this evening. At least, if they got out of this meeting alive.

Outside, a black BMW was waiting for them. Their driver, the 22 year old Frederico Gonzalez was born and raised in this city, Los Angeles, so he knew every single escape route there was. Frederico's parents were illegal and came from Mexico, which resulted to Frederico having a rough childhood. Eventually, he had gotten into the criminal world and met David. David was convinced of Frederico's loyalty, to he liked to keep an eye on the guy to be sure.

"You know the place", David told Frederico when he was seated. Diana sat next to him and closed the door. The windows of the car were black from the outside, but David could see everything clearly from within. They were bulletproof, of course. The BMW drove away.

"Do you have our weapons?", Diana asked Frederico. De driver nodded, grabbed a big envelope and gave it to David, while managing to keep an eye on the road.

"They were delivered this morning. The others already have theirs." David pulled out one of the two guns and gave the other to Diana. Inside four patterns of 8 mm bullets and two silencers. David inspected the bullets inside of the gun and noticed that they were not numbered like regular ones, like he had ordered. He grabbed one of the silencers and twirled it around the barrel. "Benno said that everyone's already in their position. We'll arrive within five minutes."

"Make sure to keep your machinegun within grabbing distance", David ordered. "It will be needed if things will… escalate."

Frederico nodded and took a right turn. They were heading to what once had been an industry terrain. Now, it was abandoned and perfect for meetings like these, even though it seemed greatly clichéd. There were only a few good sniper spots, which were already used by David's men. Since nobody lived in the neighborhood, the police wouldn't come here very soon because people heard gun shots. Also it wouldn't be very likely for people to walk in on them during their meeting.

The BMW stopped and David stepped outside. His gun was already in the holster on his chest, though he didn't think he would be needing it anytime soon. If this meeting would end with a gun fight, the heavy guns were more useful. And considering Drake always brought a lot of weapons with him, it was clear that he would do the fighting when it came to that. Like always.

Speaking of Drake, the blonde was already waiting for them at the entrance. As expected, he had one of his beloved battle rifles on his back – the H&K G3, David had learned from him once – and a machinegun in his right hand. In his weapon belt were a machete with a saw-like blade, a regular knife, a revolver and a whip. The same whip which Drake had gotten the infamous codename Whip Hand with, after killing a police officer with it.

Drake Merwin was diagnosed as being a sadist and psychopath, which Diana had always liked to mock him with ever since she met him. The two had always hated each other, much to David's displease.

When he was 16, Drake joined the US Army and was sent to Iraq. There, he was said to have tortured many people, just to get the enemy's location. After his superior found out about some unnecessary murders, Drake was sent back to the US and was forced to quit the army.

After that, the grey-eyed psychopath went back to collecting weapons like he had done in his youth and became an arms dealer. It was because of Drake that David was in this business in the first place.

"You're late", Drake stated as they reached him.

"Are they already here?", David asked. Drake shook his head. "Then we're right on time."

Drake glared at him as David entered the building. He looked around and saw none of his men, though he knew they were there. David put the suitcase on the ground and waited for the Coyotes to arrive.

As always, Diana had gone back to the car after a heated discussion with Drake about him carrying way too much weapons. She had never been one of the fighting. If things would get bad, Frederico would be there to protect her.

"They're here!", someone called in the distance. David knew that it was Bug, a 19 year old scrawny boy, who only seemed to be good at spying on people. Bug had that keen ability to almost blend into the background and not be discovered. Even now, David didn't know where Bug was exactly.

David looked at Drake and nodded. Drake switched the safety cap of his revolver, before putting it back in its holster. David noticed that Drake had already putted his machinegun somewhere else. Smart move.

Two white and tainted vans drove into the building. David noticed the absent signs in the front of the car, which made him frown. Not having a car sign would instantly mean trouble in the police's eyes. It would raise suspicion. Just by looking at the cars, David knew that these Coyotes didn't exactly go for efficiency. Of course, that would be expected from a gang, but David liked to negotiate with people who knew how to be careful.

It would be a shame to send Drake after them to make sure they wouldn't spill secrets to the police.

David waited for the Coyotes to step out of the vans. He was greeted with a dozen men with cheap machineguns in their hands and a coyote mask on their face. David scowled at them, before giving them a charming smile and stepping forward with his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Welcome", David started. "I apologize for such an unpleasant meeting place, but I'm afraid that this is as good as it can get."

The leader, a bulky guy who had already stepped forward to meet David, didn't say anything. His expression was unreadable, due to his mask, something which angered David immensely. They were cowards who hid behind a mask, amateurs without any grace. It wasn't David's style at all.

"Would you please remove your mask?", David asked. "I would like to know who I'm speaking to before negotiating with him."

The leader shook his head. "We would like to keep our identity a secret", was the short reply. David nodded as if he respected their reason. As if. He looked at Drake, who immediately understood David's intention. Drake shifted his stance to a fighting position and rested his hand on his gun. The gesture had an immediate effect, making some Coyotes back away some.

"For all I know you could be police officers hiding behind masks, waiting to attack us with those plastic toys you have in your hands. I don't like taking chances. Now, I have no doubt we could take you on, but it would be a shame to kill you just like that. Though I would be forced to do so if you don't show your faces right now."

The threat seemed to work, since every mask was taken off. At least now David knew why they were wearing those masks and it wasn't only to hide their identities. The leader was the worst with the scar that marred the left side of his face and a cranky nose. He looked angry, while the others were just downright frightened.

"Now that wasn't that hard wasn't it?", David forced a smile. "How should I call you?"

"Pack Leader", the leader answered with a growl. David raised an eyebrow.

"Alright. Do you have the money?"

"Package first, money later. Proof", Pack Leader snarled. David nodded slowly and picked up his suitcase. He walked toward the small table in the middle of the abandoned building and laid the suitcase down. Gesturing to Pack Leader to come closer, David opened the suitcase.

"A dirty bomb, just like you ordered. Tracking proof and the chemicals secured. It will detonate a span of 100 ft. and can be activate from anywhere in the world with this device. The device can't be tracked too, of course."

"Hand it over", Pack Leader demanded, but David was having none of it. He closed the suitcase before Pack Leader could grab it.

"Money", he reminded him.

Pack Leader nodded and gestured something with two fingers. Two of his comrades went back to one of the vans and came back with large back. David nodded when he saw the money sticking out of the bag and handed the suitcase over.

Then, a shot was heard and Pack Leader fell dead to the ground with a bleeding hole in his head.

[A/N]: First chapter and someone has already died... I'm proud of myself ;P. So, new story and the chapters will be 2k+. I'm just trying out with a different writing style, so please tell me if you like it or not ;). The characters are all around 25.

Question of the Chapter: Who shot Pack Leader? (Tip: think about the books)

'Till next time ^^

Xx Anny