Nice Rats & Pretty Gangsters

Part 20

"How can I help you?" A woman spoke to Scarlett, eyeing her current clothing; it seemed to be that she looked like a mess after running through the market and it looks like she walked through a shredder.

"It's an emergency. I belong to Purcell's group" Scarlett began, the woman didn't take a second to grab the phone.

"Purcell's is here....only 1...yes, she stated an emergency...yes...okay" she glances back up, before pointing her pen toward the elevator.

"Level number 34, suite 47" and with that she returned to her papers.
Scarlett quitely, however questionably stated a thanks before walking to the machine.

Hesitance wasn't even an explanation for her actions as she fought to press the button. Taking a 5 minute self war she pushed level 34 and made her way up.

The elevator ride was smooth and quick, only stopping twice for an old lady and an American tourist, who was clearly being too loud on his phonecall.

Scarlett began to judge the man, glaring holes into the back of his head. He was getting more and more annoying every second, the old lady seemed to be more affected when she started to yell at the American, who silently let out a string of "sorry's" and a couple of "I won't do it again's".

The door dinged, level 34 lighting up, meaning she could finally escape the other two.

"Finally bloody hell" she shook her head, pulling down her top more, fiddling with the bottom.

She made it to room 47 and lifted her fist to knock, only to drop it right after. She didn't know who she was knocking for, nonetheless whoever the person was, was her last hope to get her friend back.

"Never leave family behind..." her sigh was loud and she raised her fist once more, knocking 3 times with strength.

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"We're here" Key said, and that was the first thing he said after the whole bag of dirt scene. It was really funny, honestly said. Key seemed more like a little moody boy than an intimidating criminal.

I silently lol'ed to myself at the thought while walking into the building from the underground parking lot.
The elevator ride was quite, dead quite yet I was still silently dying of laughter at my own small jokes I was cracking in my brain.

Man, I'm funny alright

"Take her to the studio" I didn't know who spoke, my mind being completely off task with an episode of Russell Howard's good news playing.

It was around a 4 minute walk until we stood infront the door, a silverish-white plaque engraved with the word 'studio' in black cursive.

Not even knocking, a deep voice came from in the studio.

"Bring her in"

As they walked (coughpushedcough) me in, my eyes scanned the surroundings secretly, saving each object and exit in mind before turning to the back of a chair, whoever was sitting it was facing the other direction, suddenly turning around.

"Ofc!" I shouted almost immediately.

Infront of me was Wu Yifan, also known as Kris from a group known as EXO. Ever since the Tao encounter in London I already knew it was not the exo who were after Purcell.

"Finally, after so long I get to personally meet you-" he stated, standing up and stalking over to me.

As soon as he was in reach, I sucked up the saliva in my mouth and spat it out, hitting him right on the right shoulder.

Ha, nasty G, naaaasty

"Okay, we'll just...forget introductions" his teeth gritted together, already pissed.