After Luther and Klaus left, both me and Five decided we should stay and stalk the doctor even more. From the stalking, we have learned where his car is and what he does in the mornings. That's when we are planning to strike.
Both me and Five are thinking of threating him with a knife to tell us about his secrets. Pretty good plan, you may say.
Right now, it was 2. 47 a.m. You may ask, "why are you up at such an ungodly hour?" Well, the answer is that Five really wanted to stalk the man even more.
I had pleaded him many times to leave, but his strict ass said no.
Sooner or than, I decided to sleep, mainly because not sleeping for nearly 24 hours was getting to me.
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"Y/N, wake up! Wake up!" I heard someone yell. I pried my eyes open from the sleep. I had met Five shaking me abruptly. "What?" I said in a sleep and sad voice. "Lance! He's there! Remember I told that we can threaten him? Now is our chance!" Five yelled in the face. I groaned.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming" I said, feeling a little sick since he had woken me too quick.
Five, seeing that I was taking forever to get out of my seat, decided to just grab my wrist forcefully and drag me out of my seat.
Then he spacial jumped, making things worse. When we landed, we were in a old car with a dog inside. I had also spotted Lance coming to the driver's seat.
The dog jumped on my lap, making me squeal lightly. I was never a "dog person". I wasn't scared of them, of course, but I still don't want one.
Lance got in the driver seat, still yet to notice me and Five. When he turned around, Five was quick to put the knife at Lance's neck. "Oh, Jesus!" Lance yelled, but not too loud that it attracted attention.
Lance took a quick look at me and Five, realizing that we were the kids who came to his office that day.
"One chance. That's all you've got." Five threatened harshly. "One chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab." Five continued. "I... I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients. I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash" Lance said quickly while stuttering, not wanting this to be his last day.
"On the black markets" He added after.
"Including eyeballs?" I asked, stepping in since I felt useless.
"Yeah, they're my biggest seller. I mean, they sell like hotcakes." Lance said. "I... I've got a list, a waiting list, probably 20 buyers." Lance continued, seeing the look on Five's mean face.
"So, the serial number I told you..." Five started, expecting Lance to continue. "Uh, could've already been bought. Yes, off... off the books." He stuttered. "We need that list, Lance. Names and numbers, and I need it now!" Five yelled while pressing the cold knife more on his skin.
