"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Davin groaned. Charlie sighed, staring blankly at the tunnel.
"Should we see where it leads?" he looked up at Davin, fidgeting with his fingers. Davin glared at him and scoffed, standing up and pacing the room.
"Well of course not! You're going to be in so much trouble, oh my goodness Charlie!" he threw his arms in the air then rested them in his hair. Charlie took a deep breath and laid back, staring at the ceiling.
"Exactly, so how about I check and tell you?" he proposed. Davin just groaned louder.
"You don't get it, do you Charlie? He might just give you like-and early death sentence for this!" he exaggerates, pacing faster.
"I think he knows better than that." he scoffed, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. Davin's eye twitched and he was being brought over the edge.
"Does he? You know he doesn't like you and yet you always do the most to get in trouble! You're so," he paused, racking his brain thinking of a word. "Dumb?" Charlie smiled, teasing. Davin gritted his teeth.
"Not quite. Incautious." he grunted, sitting down beside him. "Using my own words against me, Davin?" he joked, smiling and lifting his brow. Davin fought a grin.
Georgie sat on the floor of the room, bored again. He wasn't feeling as sick anymore, and definitely didn't want to go to sleep. He sighed and looked around. The room was mostly light blue, but Georgie saw a small spot of white near the headboard. He crawled over to it-so two feet.
He looked under the bed and saw that part of the wall was completely white. He got up and went back to the window. He looked through the glass and tried to examine the house from where he was. It was cream on the outside, like he remembered. He started wondering how long he'd been there. Over a week, for sure, but how long, really?
He played with the lock again, but was too weak to lift it, it was oddly heavy. He tapped on it with his nail and heard a soft clink. He sighed, slouching and looking back out the window. He saw a lady in the house next door. She was watering some plants on the outside windowsill on the second floor. She looked straight and saw him, and her face went pale.
She looked down and pretended not to have seen anything, before quickly moving her head back inside and closing the windows, drawing the curtain. He rose an eyebrow but thought nothing of it. He walked over to the door and tried the handle. The door was locked. He huffed and grabbed a bottle of water, sitting down on the bed and drinking it.
Matt arrived at the trailer and saw a black SUV and a Toyota Camry parked out front. He sighed and got out of the car. He entered the trailer with a frown and was immediately pulled into a tight hug by a short brown-haired woman. She squealed. When Matt looked up, he saw a taller brown haired lady chuckling. Matt smiled softly.
"Alright, you can let go of me now Illia." he patted her head and nodded towards the other woman. "Hello to you as well, Shan." she waved.
"Oh Matt! How long has it even been?" she giggled, clasping her hands together. Matt rolled his eyes playfully.
"Two weeks. You over exaggerate a bunch, you know that?" he scoffed. She walked over to the miniature kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee.
"So, how's the new kid, Georgie, settling in?" she asked, handing him the cup. He frowned.
"He's sick, I locked him in the guest bedroom." he took a sip. Shan looked up from her book.
"Sick? With what?" she tilted her head, closing the book.
"A fever, and a high one at that. I almost called Walker." Illia sighed, and Shan shook her head.
"If you of all people even considered that, it must be bad, but anyway, you called because you said you wanted assistance with something?" Shan got up. Matt nodded.
"Octavio plans on checking on the neighborhood," he paused. Illia hummed for him to continue. "And I only want him to inspect the house once, so I plan on getting Vincent before his visit." Shan and Illia nodded in unison. "But the higher ups want Nora dead, and she's the one watching him." he pinched the bridge of his nose. Illia smirked and turned to Shan.
"So, you want us to kill Nora for you?" Illia giggled sinisterly. Matt nodded and she smirked. "You know us, Matt! We'll make it as painless as possible." Matt shook his head.
"If you mean the usual poison route, it can't work. They want undeniable proof she's dead."
"So why don't one of them come see for themselves?" she scoffed, folding her arms.
"You know how they are. They wouldn't stoop to doing a subordinate's job. They want a picture of her head featured on the website." Shan's face turned pale and Illia gagged.
"You want us to slice her head off?" she sat down. Shan marched over to him.
"If it's too much, I'll do it." Shan slapped him across his face and huffed. Matt sighed.
"Matt, you know we'll help you, but god damn it. How would we clean that up?" she shook her hands for emphasis. Matt looked around then came up with an idea.
"How about leading her outside and killing her somewhere secluded?" he smirked, like anything about this was good. She sighed.
"How would we get her outside? She hates us." she groaned. Illia stayed quiet, looking down at her lap.
"I'll help you; she likes me. We get her outside, then we go back in for the boy." Shan scoffed at his words.
"What's stopping the boy from calling the cops if he spots us?" she rose an eyebrow. Matt breathed heavily through his nose.
"How about you and I get rid of her, and Illia gets the kid?" he suggested. Illia jumped at the mention of her name. They both turned to her. "Are you okay with that plan, Illia?" he asked.
Her eyes darted around the room before she slapped her knees and sighed. "Yeah," she smiled. "Let's get 'em."
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The Recruits
Mystery / Thriller'Everyone seems normal, but we all have secrets.' The year was 1986. All Georgie wanted to do was get to school, but he never made it. Instead, he was kidnapped and forced to live out the rest of his years in a basement surrounded by people with sim...
