After The Cookies [COMPLETE]

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He stale faced her, "So 2 people versus however many are in that room with assault weapons, are you thinking right now?" He asked pointing at his brain, he was completely bewildered at her thinking she was on the Avengers and could take all of them goons by herself.

Alora began talking again causing Fatima to turn her attention back to her phone, "Fatima, they're saying they have eyes on the entrances and exits. They're watching everyone and everything. I don't know how much time we have because they are literally crashing out right now. Like guns in peoples faces." She replied back, completely freaked out.

"Alora, just stay hidden. We'll get you out of there, we have an hour right?" She questioned, not giving her the chance to answer. "Just relax and stay quiet."

Suddenly, the sound of the door swinging open is heard through the phone, followed by a commotion. Fatima hears Alora struggle, her panicked voice shouting, "Stop! Stop!" before the line goes dead. Fatima's eyes widen with horror "Alora? Alora!" She looks at her phone, seeing the call has been disconnected.

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*Not proofread lol* 

Her hands shaking as she ended the call with Alora, the silence of the dead phone echoing her rising panic. Her heart raced as she turned to Paul, whose expression was a mix of frustration and concern.

"We need to let the cops handle this," Paul insisted, his voice distressed. "This could be a setup or something." He added. Fatima's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. "No. That'll only escalate things. The intruders already gave us a warning—one hour before they start shooting everyone. If we call the cops, they might react badly. We need a plan that doesn't make things worse."

Paul paced the room, his frustration palpable. "What do you suggest, Fatima? We're talking about people with guns and hostages. This isn't something we can handle on our own, this ain't no Batman and Robin situation."

"Thank you Captain Obvious." She snapped as her thumbs tapped a million miles per hour on her phone, trying to find the phone icon, but nerves were so bad, she was hitting every app she didn't need. Finally tapping the correct icon, she waited for the group call to answer. "Hey sex-"

"Honey not now." She quickly interrupted, knowing her parents plus Mike were on the call as well. She quickly began to fill them in on the phone call with Alora which led to an argument about how they should move. "We don't have time to argue, we got like 55 minutes left." Fatima stressed to them as they continued to argue about semantics.

They finally agreed on a plan, Fatima and her security team would meet the crew in the parking lot of her business. Zac's tone was stern, he didn't care about nothing else in this moment. "Fatima, you listen to me. Do not go into that building until I get there. I'm not playing around. This is too dangerous."

She nodded her head, "I won't y'all just need to hurry up." As the call ended, her phone rang again. She glanced at the screen, her heart sinking as an unknown number appeared. She hesitantly answered, trying to calm herself down despite the fear that was overtaking her body.

"Fatima," A distorted voice said on the other end, dripping with menace. "Feels like Deja Vu to be speaking with you again, what is this? Our third phone call?" She rolled her eyes, "Get to the point because I don't have all day for this."

"You know exactly what I want." Paul and Fatima looked at each other confused, "Except I don't. You wanted my company so bad right? There you go. And you should turn the killer voice off, I know a pussy ass bitch when I hear one." She replied back with full attitude.

The voice chuckled a few times, "That was cute, your worker, Alora, she is quite the soldier." Her ears perking up at the name. "But you will see what I mean in about 40 minutes, don't be stupid either. I told you, I'm always watching and I'm really enjoying this game. I'll see you soon." The call ended abruptly, never giving her the chance to respond back.