The Syndicate was a very well known group around the streets of L’manburg, the three men serving as their city’s own personal Angels. (Deadly angels but the point stands)

Philza was a highly respected man, with his son Wilbur and best friend Technoblade right by his side they were incredibly talented and dangerous individuals.

So, finding out that a fucking teenager had been hired as a mercenary under the alias of ‘Atlas’ for giving someone information Phil went from ‘this fuckers got balls’ anger to ‘oh the fuck ass who hired a teenager for dirty work has got balls’ type of anger.

Which ended up with you, slowly waking up from being drugged in a car with the three of them.

"Sleeping beauty is awake..." Wilbur hums out with a smirk. When he was told he was going to be sitting in this backseat with you to make sure you don't escape, he didn't exactly mind at all.

"Enjoy your nap?" Technoblade hums out when he spots you sitting up in the rearview mirror of his car, Phil looking over his shoulder to cheek on you as well. "Wilbur give her some water."

Wilbur rolls his eyes, taking the bottle of water from the backseat, unscrewing the cap.