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"secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought." -arctic monkeys
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YOU:
A huge mistake. That was the only word you could use to describe this.
Not the fact that Trina Simms was dead, that was all part of the plan after all. But the evidence you left was sloppy and stupid, both words very unlike you.
But you don't have to worry about it, there would be no more mistakes if you could help it.
You slide your index finger along the flat, freshly clean blade of the knife. You sliced the rope with it, making it the perfect length, no fray in the material whatsoever. The brand is heavy, practically weighing your hand down. You swing it through the air, as if it were a weightless baseball bat.
You imagine the satisfying crack of metal against skull-
No, not yet. That is not how you do things.
Bind them, brand them, cut them, hang them.
However, nobody said you couldn't knock them out first.
You swing the brand again, tossing the brand to the ground before grabbing the zip-ties.
Emerson Cole was an assignment, something you just had to do, but this one, this was going to be fun.
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VIENNA WASN'T SURE how the Director had ended up in their kitchen, This was the second time in the last few weeks that he had shown up, and Vienna was not too fond of him.
All of the Naturals, as well as Judd, Briggs, and Sterling were present.
Redding knew things, things that he hadn't told the FBI, and things that he wouldn't ever tell unless his son was present. And there were things that Redding did, subconsciously, even, that only the Naturals would see, and that was how they ended up in this conversation.
"I'm not so fond of letting you guys go into a room with a serial killer." Judd comments, sipping his coffee. "Not that anybody asked though."
"However," The director continues, ignoring Judd entirely. "I could put another call in with the warden, get our own security, and I would be willing to send one of the girls in."
"I could do it." Lia chimes in. "Redding said he would talk if there was a girl, but he didn't specify which one."
"Lia." Dean warns. "If I don't want Cassie in there, what makes you think that I would be comfortable bringing you in there?"
