Chapter 25

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*Marie's P.O.V*

I swallowed and grasped on to the money in my hand a little tighter.

I looked at the endless rows of destructive weapons mounted on the wall.

"Just hurry up. I have to meet someone in 15 minutes," Daniel's friend said unenthusiastically, glancing at his watch.

He was a a tall, older man, with a thick, gray mustache. I didn't know his name, hence the fact that he never introduced himself. Instead of thinking that was impolite, I've learned from past experience, that this mystery man just wants to remain unnamed, for his own personal reasons. I'm sure Daniel knows his name, but I wouldn't bother him by asking.

"Go on and pick whichever one you want out, Marie," Daniel encouraged me.

I sat, dumbfounded, like a kid in a candy shop.

Where do I even start?

I wandered over to one shelf of guns, and very quietly examined them, while eavesdropping on Daniel's conversation at the same time.

"Summers, huh?" Daniel's friend scoffed.

"Why not? She's borderline crazy! She could kill you with your own watch," Daniel said, and I knew he was referring to the nice watch that was slung around his friend's wrist.

Hold up. 'Borderline crazy.' No, I'm not! I'm not crazy! I've done some crazy things, but that technically doesn't make me crazy. I mean, doesn't it?

"Since when did you get all buddy-buddy with her? You murdered her parents for crying out loud!" His friend laughed, as if he told a funny joke.

I grit my teeth, but pretend I'm just looking at the guns on the wall. I touched one of the guns to make it look as if I were really thinking about which gun to buy.

"Do you know how useful she could be? She could get into her old spy agency and DESTROY THEM with me. I need her as a key to get back into John Doe's little secret circle anyway," Daniel explained, in more of a hushed tone.

That made me think. Was I supposed to hear what he was saying?

Daniel was using me. Not that I'm surprised or mad or anything. I mean, in a way, I'm just toying with him too. I'm going to kill him sooner or late, so what's the point of being a hormonal teenage girl, and flipping out because I'm just a way to get to John Doe?

At least I knew he wouldn't kill me. He needed me...but for what?

"Why do you still bother with that guy, anyways?" The man asked, with a disgusted tone in his voice.

"He has what I need, George, and I really want them. You know that already," Daniel huffed, clearly annoyed.

So the man's name was George. That's good to know. But, what did John Doe have, that Daniel wanted so badly?

I picked up a big, abstruse gun. It looked good to me.

"Hey! I think I found the one I want!" I shouted to Daniel and George, pretending to be oblivious and interruptive of their conversation.

"Alright, I'll be ready in a minute. Just keep looking," Daniel called back.

Look for what? I already found the gun I want. Bored, I wandered to another shelf of hazardous weapons. I continued being quiet, and eavesdropping on Daniel's conversation.

"You just robbed a bank, did you not? You have money!" George cried, clearly not getting along with Daniel right now.

"But do you understand how amazing it would be to find Andy Clerk's money? The plan is to get the money, and then run away to some foreign country with Marie," Daniel tried to explain.

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