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Chapter 15

Chapter 15-

"So we're going to buy us clothes to wear?" I clarify, narrowing my eyes and biting down on my lip. Trying to understand why we need to buy new clothes. It's like buying nice clothes before hand so you look 'cute' when you pass.

"Not ordinary clothes." Laura walks confidently to the front door of an old apartment. "Beckham's cousin made bullet proof clothes for us." She wiggled her brows, with a grin plastered on her red lips.

"Oh well then that makes sense." I am honestly really excited to see what they look like.

The door opens and a 15 or 16 year old boy stands in the doorway with a mop of dark curls on his head and dazzling chocolate brown eyes. He smiles from ear and moves aside for us to enter.

"Hey! Cousin! Come in, come in!" he says enthusiastically.

Beckham enters first and walks with his cousin, they babble on in Spanish, while the rest of us follow behind them.

The apartment is relatively large, with a high ceiling. We don't get to really see the house, because we head downstairs to the basement. I half expect a dusty dark place, lit with a dim light. But as I descend the stairs, I probably had the shock of my life. The room is shiny with metal and clean with white. I note how cold the railing is under my palm and I flinch when I realize it's a metal railing. Almost everything down here is metal. The odd self made machines and then there's the weapons. The beautiful, beautiful weapons. They take breath away, literally. I hear Lau take in a sharp breath too as she looks around with her big blue eyes, taking up all the beauty and magnificence of it all.

Could this 16 year old boy, create all of these intricacies? I stared at the clean room in awe. It smelt of detergent. He must be really clean too. I look at him and note his wearing a clean, white lab coat and underneath he is wearing a shirt and pull over with khakis.

"I am Leo and yes, I am sixteen." He has a thick accent like Irma. "This is my lab. My mother and I moved a few months  ago, so I can broaden my horizons not only for myself but for my country. The weapons and my inventions I create, I send to my country." He informs us with a big smile. He seems so mature. "I have come up with something outstanding; not even the military intelligence have created yet. Bullet proof clothes. It's really more than that. It can withstand anything. Jump through shattered glass, fireproof. Anything." He picks up a duffelbag and puts it on the large metal table. He pushes it towards me, since I'm the closest to him. "This is your clothes, it's already been tested so you may leave."

Laura scoffed and faked a smile. "Bye, Leo," she says through red lips.

"Bye," Zachary and I mutter. I grab the duffelbag and wait for Beckham.

Beckham hugs him and says, "Gracias."

        Instead of heading home and getting ready we go to a restaurant. Laura insisted that we take a meal together. And honestly, this feels like the last supper. It scares me to death wondering who will die tonight. Or who will be injured. I just want to kill Trick, get Irma and go. But we all know it won't be that simple.

The restaurant we choose is right opposite a casino. We avoid it and turn into the restaurant. We choose a table that's in the corner, far from every other table. It's so secluded and far away that I'm pretty sure that if I want to leave for the restroom; I'll have to walk all the way to other side of the restaurant.

I sit down next to Zachary and he looks petrified. He's right to worry, I have a feeling something is going to go terribly wrong. But, if anyone gets hurt, I will sacrifice myself. It would be the only way to let everyone go, free.

A waitress came to take our orders, but when she does, she cannot seem to help but gawk at Zachary. I clench my fists into tiny balls. I want to punch her nose in. How can she even be a waitress looking like that? She has a long mane of bright pink hair, that's tied up into a bun, tendrils of pink hair hanging loosely over her forhead and are now tucked behind her ear. There's a loop in her nose with a linked chain that goes to a stud in her ear. She has plump pink lips, and I feel the pit of my stomach clench into a knot. She's still gawking at Zachary, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Are you going to take our order, honey?" Laura asks after a while of awkward silence.

"Oh, yes, sorry," she shakes her head and licks her lips. "What will it be?"

We all order and she walks off to the other side of the restaurant where the kitchen is situated.

I then look at Zachary and it seems he tensed a bit, looking down at the table.

Beckham clears his throat. "So, Leo gave me this. It's a GPS."

He retrieves a iPod looking thing. He clicks on it and a hologram pops up. I stare down at the small hologram, watching Beckham's slender fingers click on pixels.

"This is Lucky Star," he says. And the abandoned warehouse comes into view. He zooms into something and clicks on it. "This is how we will be breaking in. The fire escape leads up to the roof, we'll go through there."

We all seem to agree on our means of entry; so, after that, we're all silent. As if going ourselves a moment of silence. All I can think about is dying. I would happily sacrifice myself for them, but what about Zachary? How will he take it? He'll never forgive himself. I sigh and look down at the table. My little Sadie died, my father died -- no they were murdered --  by a ruthless prick. I will do everything to accomplish what I want, what I need.

Now that our plans are settled. My next step is simple: kill Patrick Nolan.