Dolls Kind

Bonus Chapter: Newt's Day

NOTE: CONTAINS SPOILERS

BEEP BEEP

Groaning, Newt rolled over and slammed a hand over the alarm clock. He was out of bed and dressed within 15 minutes before leaving his room. Gotta be sharp and on time.

Chuck hadn't woken up yet, otherwise breakfast would already have been made. Smirking, Newt grabbed the pans so he'd cook breakfast. It is gonna be a busy day.

Somehow two jobs got scheduled within an hour of each other. He already had a plan of how to make them work for his clients. If they don't like it then they end up being the targets. Simple.

"Mornin'." Chuck stepped into the kitchen rubbing his face.

"Morning!" Newt sang to him. He grinned at Chuck as he finished up making some eggs.

"Don't forget," Chuck paused to yawn, "We need to mail Izzy the new book set she's been wanting."

"You already bought it? Alright I'll drop it off on my way to my second client." Newt told him.

"Yeah it was on sale. I think Sebastian was also gonna buy it, so I had to beat him to it." Chuck mentioned. Newt paused for a moment,

"He's still avoiding me on purpose, isn't he?" Newt set the new pan down to cook some pancakes. He'd known Sebastian and Dolly were seeing each other the minute it became a thing. Sebastian just recently found out that Newt knew.

"I don't blame him." Chuck mumbled. Newt rolled his eyes.

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Client one's screen name was Exterior Force. Newt visibly gagged at it before walking up to the tall very slender man at the farmers market.

"What up EF." Newt smiled, refusing to acknowledge the screen name. The man turned to him, pushing up small framed glasses. He nervously looked around, before handing a packet to Newt. This was a second job with this client, you'd think he'd be less nervous.

Nodding, Newt strolled away while opening it.

    Albert Kuffing - picture shown

    Will be at a café down the street in exactly 5 minutes

    Please make it seem like he had gotten into business with drug dealers or something

Simple. Newt tossed the packet in his car before getting it. A simple drive by will suffice. Not with his car of course. Once he got close to said café, he jumped out and quickly broke into another one. The man who matched the picture arrived at exactly 5 minutes.

Newt sped by, holding his favorite gun out and head-shoting him. Done. After ditching the car a block away from his car, Newt quickly left.

"Check that off." Newt mumbled, as he drove across town, to the post office.

"Next!" The man yelled. Newt hurried holding out the package Chuck gave him.

"Where to?" The man smiled.

"It's on the box." Newt pointed. The man nodded before typing on his computer.

"Alrighty, 56 dollars." He smiled.

"Ima stab Chuck." Newt sighed, giving the man the money before hurting back to his car.

His next client was a town over, thankfully he arrived with some time to spare.