[We Are Legion]

Frank Morrison: To be? Or not to be?

The rest of the day felt sour, Susie and I staring at the clock waiting for possibly the last moment of our lives, there's no way that douche bag is the killer. He's smart but not that smart.
"We should take our outfits right?", Susie asked, her knees trembling,
"Yeah", I sighed, "I'm fairly sure he has another lead, that must be why he called us",
Susie frowned, once her mind was set there was no changing it.
"HEY! We gotta go if we want to make it", she shouted, throwing our masks in her satchel.
Her dad wasn't home and coming up with a good excuse is harder than it looks, but everything felt covered as we ran into the cold night air.

Franks house felt different, more ominous, besides the fact that you could hear what sounded like he and Julie arguing inside, the clouds were a deep grey and the snow felt almost solid,
"Jesus you guys, get a room", Susie muttered under her breath,
"Let's break this apart before my head explodes",
The air grew still following Susie's fist rapping on the door, Frank opening it in a rush.
"Oh, it's you guys", everything seemed normal,  "Come up, I might've found our guy",
He let us in, closing the door, before gathering some paper and running upstairs. Susie close behind,
"Everything OK?", I asked Julie,
"Yeah, yeah", she sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair, "I, uh, told Frank that I was leaving him",
"Woah, is he OK?",
"Yeah, he just flew off the handle a bit, nothing as bad as before",
She hugged me tight before we migrated to Frank's room for the plan.
I noticed the bandanna from the mini department store I recovered from the last mission on Frank's art desk. Julie must have given it to him, all his evidence seemed to show the way to the same store, specifically the cleaner that showed up there each night after the store closed,
"We have to bring this guy in", Julie said,
"Bring him in?", Frank questioned, "I mean I guess, we should ask our own questions first, can't be spotted by the cops remember",
Julie covered her mouth while Frank wasn't looking, it was still unpredictable how he'd react to working with the police force. I grabbed her free hand, holding it tight, flashing a quick smile at her. Calmed her down quick,
"Right, we should arrive from behind, then we'll have an easier time getting in", Frank pointed to the storage room in the back, showed clearly by the stolen blueprint.
"And you've got a way to get us all there in a timely manner?", I questioned, after all this place was hours away from us.
"Of course!", he stood up, confidence in his step.
"Come see my ride",

Frank's garage was more spacious than it seemed, the car didn't look expensive, but definitely not something Frank would drive.
"You have a surprisingly little amount of colour on this", Susie looked at the car quizzically,
"If I painted it, my dad would kill me", he explained as we all piled inside,
"So what you're saying is it isn't your car", I mocked,
"Relax, his work is a 10 minute walk away, he barely uses it",
We all had a short laugh before we went on our way, all the necessary gear stowed away in the back. It all seemed to enjoyable. Frank was definitely a hit or miss guy, but a murderer? Hell no. I guess it just comes down to one question. Frank Morrison: To be? Or not to be?