Be There For You {Book Two}

Another Perspective

*Two chapters within days, who could have thought? This isn't a very long chapter but its kinda important... Enjoy :) *

"It's been months! Why haven't we started the plan?!"

The table shook as he brought his fist down in frustration, "Why do you think?! Its not time." The woman turned away, not wanting to see his face. The rest of the people in the room stood frozen, all eyes on the gun that lay next to the man's hand. "Stupid bitch."

With the flick of the hand, he dismissed everyone except for three. The older man rested his hand on his hip where his concealed gun was put. The younger had no gun but a can of deodorant and a lighter; the TV nerd decided that was the best weapon he could choose. Despite the blatantly obvious weapons of choice from the men the woman had hidden small blades in her shoes, socks and belt. No one trusted the other.

"I think we need to send a message." The older man said, his moustache wobbling with every word, "Don't you think, doctor." He put emphasis on the title in mockery.

The 'doctor' smirked with everything but joy, "Don't mock me. Don't test me. Don't forget who's in charge here. Got it?"

"Who died and let him be in charge." The younger man muttered.

The 'doctor' spun round, "You think you can do better?" he laughed, "Now that's the humour I was promised from you."

This annoyed the others, "Maybe I can. All you've done is made I sat and wait. Nothing has happened for months!"

"ON MY ORDERS!" they all stopped, "On my orders nothing happened. It wasn't time. What about that don't you get?!... ha. You think you could've done this better than me. Why? Because you're so smart. Look here little one, I know what you've done. Cross me and I can turn you in but if you want to continue living free then you should listen to me. It'll all start coming together soon, don't worry."

The man with the moustache puffed out his chest, "I could."

"I'm sorry?"

"I could do it better. Its not like you can turn me in. It would be one against many."

The smile returned to the 'doctors' face. "And then what? You don't even know where it is. If I go, the whole plan goes. You need me, I don't need you. I only have you because I want to. I think you three and you little gangs could be valuable, but I can and will do this on my own if necessary. But -as promised- if you follow my orders then you get the prize once I'm done with it." He finally stood. The gun on the table returned to its holster on the man's belt. No one posed any more arguments so pure silence fell upon the room.

The three stood opposites stared blankly at their toes; waiting to be told their next orders.

"Fine."

They all looked up, hopeful.

The 'doctor' ran his hands though his hair, "We can start the mission. I'll send a letter."