"Gotta prove yourself, ya know," Ringo said, he looked at Drew, "Could you go over to that file cabinet," He pointed to a metal file cabinet in the corner, "and get a file for me?"
Drew nodded, meeting Juliette's eyes before getting up and turning away. He walked over to the cabinet, "Uh, which draw?"
"The second, a file labelled 'Susan Underdown'," Ringo said, his eyes not leaving Juliette.
Drew got that file and placed it on the table, taking his seat again.
"What's that for?"
"It's your mission," He slid the file over to Juliette, "little Ms Underdown ratted us out, she needs to be taught a lesson and made an example of. That's your job. When you finished give me her index finger and a picture of her after."
Juliette opened the file, and stared at it blankly. "What do we have to do?"
"Ya gotta take care of her," Ringo said but upon seeing Drew's confused face he elaborated, "Ya gotta bloody kill her," He sighed.
Juliette smiled at Ringo. "Understood. C'mon," she said to Drew, and stood up.
"Right then," He said, following Juliette.
They headed back to the apartment, all the while Juliette did not say a word.
When they got inside Drew went into the kitchen, making himself a bowl of Frosties. "So, we need to kill someone."
"I can't. I can't," she cried, tugging on her hair and pacing in frustration. "I don't care if she 'ratted them out', I'm not going to kill her –" There was a pause, then Juliette came into the kitchen and pointed at Drew. "And neither are you, mister."
"Well, one of us needs to," He said, digging into his cereal.
"NO," she protested. "There has to be a way to fake it."
"We have to give him her finger, plus photos" He pointed out, "How are we going to fake that?"
"Well – I-I–" she stammered, fear darkening her gaze.
"Chill, I'll just kill her, you can stand watch. okay?" He said, shoving a mouthful of cereal into his mouth.
"You can't be serious."
Drew shrugged and swallowed, "If you think of a way to fake it that would work I'm all ears but for now this is plan A."
She swore loudly and stormed off to her room.
He watched her go, taking another mouthful of Frosties. He thought over it, was he actually going to kill someone. Sure he had seen people do it in movies, and he's heard stories but that's not the same. He pondered it, there would be a lot more death once they were in the mafia and he would have to actually kill someone sooner or later. No faking it if someones watching over your shoulder. He sighed, finished his cereal and cleaned up before going to his own room.
She sat down heavily on her bed, and put her head in her hands.
Why…come on…
Why did this have to be the test?
He flopped down on his bed, before sitting back up and taking the book from his bedside unit and flipping to the page with the bookmark in. He began to read.
(Skip to – ah, when?)
(Well, either to planning the murder or committing the murder)
(Hmmm…………………..
They might be in the car, driving to this lady)
(Yep, that works, do you wanna go?)
(Yup :)
They sat in the car in silence, driving to see Susan Underdown. Juliette was staring out the window, a scowl on her face.
Drew calmly sat behind the wheel, the only thing running through his head was the plan. After a few more turns he pulled up outside Susan's house, "Ready?"
She glanced at him, then silently exited the car.
"Okay," He got out the car, opening the back door to get his bag out before closing and locking it.
She went up to the house and knocked on the door.