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"I'm going to figure that out. We need each other." Rafe nodded his head, bringing one of his ring-covered hands up to his thin lips.
"We need ideas. What do you think? You spent more time with these workers and Carlos. What do you think?" Rafe quietly questioned, stepping towards me, and digging his luminous eyes into me.
"Like Carlos told us both millions of times, they aren't fools. Even though they reek of it, they aren't. We need a promising fucking plan. But with this limited area, it's not like we can plant traps, buy guns, and bombs." I whispered, pointing one of my index fingers that had a small golden ring around it, and swaying it around the comfy and clean room.
"So...what are you thinking? Hmm?" Rafe lowly whispered, merely making me shrug my golden shoulders.
"Something verbal. We can't ask to talk to guards or anyone without a door being slammed on our faces. How about we make them talk to us? They have no choice." I murmured, watching his thin and dark eyebrows raise at my quiet remarks.
"Where are you going with this, Frame?" He whispered, barely slanting his head to the side, taking another small step closer, causing him to tower over me.
"Something they can take notice of, perhaps verbal argument. Maybe physical. Something that draws attention to our room and that makes them come over." I went quietly in-depth with my little idea.
A strategy that started running in the back of my clouded and thinking mind, from a recollection of watching a couple of films, and recalling characters creating loads of commotion, and noises to lure those targeted and wanted people into their trap.
"So, be audible. Cause awareness. Make them come over. Something they would find aggravating and push their buttons." Rafe summed up my strategy with basic and straightforward words that tied my plan together.
"Yes, exactly. Perfect." I quietly clapped my soft hands together, a couple of times, rising in full enthusiasm. "Name something-something we can do that's extremely loud, maybe annoy them. Anything. Tell me." I whispered, quickly nodding my head, watching a small smirk tug on the corner of his thin lips.
