I double check the cameras to make sure they were still off.
"You're right, it doesn't add up. But should we back down now?"
I stroll around the room, trying to look inconspicuous as I open drawers and read the names of files, turning my neck to gaze at Anubis with a raised eyebrow and a 'Why Not?' expression.
I started to get paranoid, but since Jean was looking anyways, I bounced up to help him. "Do you think the documents are even in here?" I asked, realizing how poorly I thought this through. It was unusual of me, but my mind has been preoccupied with Jean's sudden appearance and I couldn't seem to think straight. That on top of my feelings from the psychiatrist meets was sending me over the edge. I need to stop being so risky, but here we are.
I run my finger through a file to see. "This seems too easy…"
I turn my neck to gaze at the boy standing next to me. How, after all these years, are we still friends? I've known him for longer than I can remember. Ever since we were stupid kids, we've been assholish friends. Now that I think about it, it really was Anubis that finalized the change in me, when I decided to be known as someone completely different.
I blink my eyes, quickly returning to the documents, hoping Anubis didn't notice I was staring.
"Hey, what about this document?" I utter, pulling out a file and showing it to Anubis.
I looked up and took the document, flipping through to see if it had the necessary papers. From what Michelle asked of us, this seemed to be the correct information. But, if the information was so important, why would it simply be laying in a cabinet in plain sight? Something seems off here, but I can't tell what's going on. My gaze returned to Jean. "This is right, but… I don't think we thought this through very we-"
Jean's expression changed when we heard the door slam open and a gun cocked, pointed straight at the back of my head. Vincent's voice murmured behind me. "Whatcha got there?" I froze immediately, going through every possible solution of what to do and how to avoid getting killed. I look at Jean desperately.
I remain frozen, desperately trying to think properly as my eyes dart back and forth between Vincent and Anubis. Anubis himself didn't dare move; but what am I supposed to do? Vincent only has one gun, at least that I know of. Could I attack him without risking him turning the gun on me and shooting? No, what am I thinking, Vincent would shoot Anubis first. What if we fail? What if we return to America without the documents? Would we even return to America alive?
Instinct kicks in and I reach for my gun, cocking it and pointing it straight at Vincent. I keep my eyes away from Anubis, trying to focus on and intimidate Vincent enough to get him to put his gun away.
"We didn't come here to hurt anyone, so don't make us change that."
Vincent chuckled in my ears, i waited too long to reply and i forgot what was supposed to happen
im so sorry I had to
i FORGOT YOU'RE FOLLOWING THIS THREAD do you see this though she has been terrifying me bc i had to be very careful w my last post bc it changed things aND NOW SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER I-
LMAOO and yeah lol couldn't ya'll just go back and read what is happening though lmaooo unless ya'll are too lazy like me to go back
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he didnt use gasoline
op how did he set an entire house on fire without gasoline
yeah i actually dont remmeber what i put but im pretty sure he didnt have gasoline with him because he wasnt planning on burning the house so he just lit a curtain on fire and it spread
"We didn't come here to hurt anyone, so don't make us change that," Jean said, eyes stone-cold. Vincent merely let out a chuckle. It sent chills down my spine.
"Then what is that gun doing in your hand, boy?" he snaked his hand around my neck as if I would run. "Alright. let's make a deal. I don't need employee deaths on my hands, and I could use you two. Talented motherfuckers."
I was already frozen, but his words made my heart rate shoot up. Is Jean going to agree? Am I allowed to agree? Can I pull this off without sabotaging everything I've worked so hard to get?
"Talented motherfuckers."
Shock and surprise shook my legs as I held my breath for longer than I realized I could in an attempt to maintain my composure. If I even think about hesitating, he'd take his chance. Instead, I don't move, keep eye contact, and stare Vincent down.
"What would you want us for?" I utter coldly, almost spitting the words at him as I force myself not to look at Anubis, but curious what's going through his mind. I can't think about that right now, I need to focus.
"What would you want us for?" Jean said.
I flickered my eyes all around the room, trying to devise a plan, but jenny isnt smart enough to make one. Without moving a single finger, Vincent replied cooly, "Well, I'd assume your little boss wants these documents for a reason. I want to know about your plan. And maybe, just maybe, you two can 'accidentally' ruin the plan. What do you say?"
Alarms set off in my brain. We must have mics on our phones somewhere. Michelle has to be listening in on us, right? But if we don't agree, what will Vincent do? How are we going to get the upper hand in this? "What are we gonna get out of it? Besides our lives?" I said.
"What do you want? Money? I can give that to you easily."
My muscles started to waver, but I couldn't let it show, not yet. Instead I held my stance, one foot slightly behind the other, the gun poised directly between Vincent's eyes.
"What do you want? Money? I can give that to you easily."
"And what would happen if I put a bullet in your brain? Alarms? Security? You're a little tied up right now."
If Vincent was willing to negotiate, I had a chance to evaluate my options. I just hoped Anubis was doing the same. I haven't gotten desperate yet, but if that point comes, I have to decide what will happen if I lose Anubis, and what I can do to avoid that.
"And what would happen if I put a bullet in your brain? Alarms? Security? You're a little tied up right now."
Vincent's expression hardened, and he pressed the gun deeper into my head. I shot a glare at Jean for irritating him. "I see how it is then," he said. "You kill me, you risk failing your job and potentially your life. We leave all of our lives alone, and maybe you'll benefit from this. Put the gun down and let's talk."
I look to Jean despairingly.
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My life? What is he trying to imply? I stare directly at him, not breaking my composure as I cross my arms.
"I'm not putting down shit until you put down your gun." I breathe, almost as if I was stalling. Was that a risk? Definitely. Am I trying to ensure that security won't appear anytime soon? Who knows, but there's no way I'm allowing myself to die here.
"I'm open to talking, but let's make it a fair game. I lose my leverage and you lose yours."