Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taking Action

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Escorting my new friend out the door, I wave goodbye walking back to Zane with a smile glued to my face "Was that someone we should worry about?" He asks

"Nope" I say popping the 'p' I go sit on the spiny chair and obviously spin for a good five minutes before Zane speaks up before I can

"Others should be here soon" he answered my unasked question

That is what I like about him, he knows everything and is always-I mean ...mostly organized.

Going over to the wall I pull down the clear whiteboard from the top and find my purple and black board pens and start to draw little pictures like faces and random signs, but the quicker the silence came the quicker it left

"I'M BACK BITCHES!!!" a scream is heard throughout the house, followed by laughter causing the dogs to bark and me to huff.

Always so dramatic.

"Is she ever-"

"Nope" I start cleaning the board listening to the multiple heavy footsteps until they stop right outside the door

"Open it"

"You really need manners so who's knocking"

"Why should we knock?"

"It's polite dumbass"

"Ouch" he probably got hit on the back of the head

"Fine you guys be bitches I'll do it"

"Just do it, do it" one of them sang

"You idiot it's 'beat it' not 'do it'"

"Beat it, beat it, beat it no one wants to be defeated, showin' how funky and strong your fight is, it doesn't matter who's wrong or right" he sings the right lyrics.

.... Hearing nothing, me and Zane both wait just staring at the door

"Go on then"

"Gosh-" before anyone of them could carry on bitching I open the door raising a brow "If this is your idea of hushed whispers, you guys might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while" opening the door wider they all walk in looking around the room

"I see you've decorated" Vinnie spoke up breaking the small awkward silence.

Sheila and Elizabeth walk to the other end of the table that is right in the middle of the room, while Jane stands there in her own world

"So, what's the plan" The Devlin brothers say at the same time, looking at each other then both saying jinx

Looking at the seven I smile loving how this will end up "it will be the hardest mission we've ever done" I state.

Looking up from the table I glance at them to try read their facial expressions "by the look on your face, it might turn out to be chaos " Sheila says smiling herself "you're not wrong" Jane laughs while playing with my butterfly knife I left on the table

"Chinese for dinner?" Zane randomly asks, receiving strange looks from a few of us "What? I'm Starving" he defends.

After ordering food they all go to watch films while I sit on the couch away from the group reading over their files.

Name: Jane
Age: 27
Family: no siblings, parents kicked her out at the age of 12

Been on the run from police for 3 years, reason is unknown.
Skills: good with any kind of guns, knives, and knows hand to hand combat

Name: Sheila
Age: 29
Family: no siblings, father died before she was born, mother turned to alcohol, killed her abusive step father
Skills: not the best with guns or knives, knows hand to hand combat, best with manipulating and knows how to talk her way out in any situation.

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