Criminals In Waiting-A EEE AU

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Locket's POV

6:23 PM

"Here we are." I said to the Girls while peeking around the corner. "The Lighthouse Life Club!" The club was windowless, but many lights shone brightly from the building lights outside. A red carpet trailed out from the doors where two security guards were standing, checking IDs, letting people in, blah blah blah. "Diary, there's security guards there, how are we supposed to get in?" Poison asked me. "Don't worry, I got this." I said confidently. "The person we're gonna talk to runs the place, they'll definitely let me in. I probably won't even need to ask!" The seven of us walked to the doors, with me, obviously, leading the way. I was almost through the doors, when a security guard stopped me with an arm blocking my way. "Do you have an ID, miss?" he asked. "I'm sure I don't need one." I replied, with an eye roll. The other guard snickered. "You sure about that?" he said with a smirk. "Because you look like the girl who's about to get the time of her life if she doesn't leave." "Excuse me?!" Moonstone yelled suddenly. "Do you know who she is?!" "She's Diary, the one who knows the person who runs this place, aka your boss!" Feather yelled. "She could tell them about your language and get you fired!"

The guards fell silent. "Very sorry, miss." the security guard mumbled, ashamed. "You can come in." The two guards opened the doors, still mumbling their apologies. The seven of us walked inside, the doors then shutting behind us. Music blasted through the club, objects dancing and having drinks. "You actually know their boss, right?" Feather asked. "Did I leave that part out earlier?" I asked her. "Of course I do. I was going to say that, but I thank you for interrupting me." We weaved through the crowd. "Where is the one who we're gonna talk to?" Moonstone asked me. "She's always at the bar, drinking shots, mojitos, and whatever." I replied.

We continued on, until I spotted a familiar object, twirling a bottle of chardonnay around. A light green porcelain bowl, with several strands of slimy seaweed inside. A pair of chopsticks decorated with little fish and leaves on the end were poking out. A black walkie-talkie hung from their waist(?). "Seaweed Salad!" I called out to her. They turned around at the sound of her name, then saw me waving at her in the crowd. "Diary!" they said in surprise. "You never told me you were coming! Come, come! You're little friends can sit too." We all went over to the bar where Seaweed Salad was, Feather automatically grabbing a glass of champagne and downing it in one go. "So, how's life on the run?" she asked me, taking a sip from her glass. "Nothing much." I replied. "Although, we might need your help on something. A bit of information, per se?" "Let me guess." Seaweed said, looking over to me. "You need me to give you some clues and tips for this "valuable" you saw today?" I nodded, and she sighed. "Fine. Come along." She got off her stool, then walked away to the private rooms.

6:30 PM

"I must be quick with this, the Detectives might be on your trail as we speak." Seaweed told us, still walking. She arrived at a door at the far end of the hallway, and opened it. This room I knew well. Many boxes were stacked and scattered. Tiny cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Shelves and shelves of books took up most of the room. Seaweed flicked up the light switch, illuminating the room. "So, tell me," she said, sitting down onto a box. "What is this "valuable" you speak of?" "Some kind of comb, I guess?" Feather said with a shrug. "It's worth 70,000 dollars, and that's it. They didn't specify much because they thought we were listening." Seaweed seemed to think. "Hm..." She got up from the box and started to look through the shelves of books. "No image shown or anything?" she asked. "Nope." Gumball Machine said. Seaweed suddenly stopped and pulled out a tattered book. "This may be the answer to your questions." she told us. Setting the book down on a box, she flipped through the pages in search. We all crowded around her. Many diagrams, words and notes fled past in a blur. Finally, she stopped at a page. Many words were scribbled on. An image of a black crown(?) was drawn on the yellowing parchment. "The Comb of Shards." Seaweed said. "A powerful item, used to give its user the unlimited power of whatever they desire. It can only be used if you take the thing that a close friend cherishes dearly." "Dang, that's really powerful." Poison said. "Imagine the things we could do with it!" Feather said excitedly. Seaweed Salad shut the book and handed it to me. "Make sure to keep it safe, alright?" she asked me. "I will, thanks." I replied.

Crrk!

"Sea, honey, we've got a problem..." a voice issued from the walkie-talkie. Seaweed picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "What is it, Poker?" she asked. "A bunch of objects busted through the doors, I think they're the detectives that are after the group of girls we're hiding!"

Oh god.

"Okay, don't panic, darling, I'm getting them out of here." Seaweed replied. She put the walkie-talkie back onto its sling. "You need to go, now!" she said to us.

We didn't need telling twice.