The Cutthroats

Chapter 3: The Plan

No one dared to talk about Tasha's little outbreak. Sure, Tasha had gotten angry plenty of times before, but it was nothing compared to this. Everyone was more cautious around her around her now. They made sure to do nothing that could lead to her being upset, and so far it seemed to be working.

Allie Joy had refused to go to the hospital for her hand. She had always been afriad of hospitals. The whole atmosphere was just unsettling. No one tried to force her to go, they knew better than that. After what had happened with Tasha, they took no chances. Instead, Allie had tried to sew her own hand back own, but with no luck. So she was left with no right hand, only a stump of flesh.

Sometimes, late at night, she would lay in bed and just stare at her hand-less lump of flesh. A single tear would roll down her cheeks, just at the sight of where her hand once was. "But I loved my hand," she'd whisper, "that's where my fingers lived." She wouldn't dare show these emotions to anyone, though. They were better kept to herself, she decided.

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So over the course of the next few days, Allie Joy located exactly where they could get their materials for the plan. Halle scheduled transportation to transport them from country to country. Tasha and Anthony sat on the couch watching reruns of 'That's so Raven'.

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Baltimore, Maryland

The Cutthroat Residence

November 1, 2013

2:25 p.m.

"So are we all ready?" Allie Joy asked, placing the world map on the table. Everyone waited patiently around the table for Allie to explain the plan in full.

"So we are here," Allie said, pointing to Baltimore on the map. Firstly, we'll be traveling to Chile by plane and get our copper. Then, we'll meet you guys at a nearby boat port and sail you to China. At China, you'll retrieve the iron ore. Then we'll take you by plane, once again, to India. There, you'll get the batteries. The same plane will take us to Germany to get our glass, and then to the top of the world. We'll set up our light bulb with all the materials and BAM. We got ourselves a giant light bulb! As soon as the light bulb is turned on, it will produce surreal amounts of light. The light will be so big and so bright, it'll enlighten the skin of everyone. The white people's skin will become so white, and they'll explode! It's that simple!"

"Doesn't sound too simple," Tasha groaned.

"What do you mean?" Allie asked.

"I have to move. Can't we do something that doesn't involve me moving?" Allie simply sighed at Tasha, because she was being dead serious.

"Tasha, all I'm asking of you is to get the materials. I will tell you where exactly to go and what exactly to do. If you just follow my instructions, everything will be fine," Allie explained. Tasha still didn't look too pleased, but she really had no other choice but to go with it.

"If it'll get rid of those nasty white people, I guess I have to do it," Tasha smirked.

"So it's settled. We'll leave tomorrow!"

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Los Angeles, California

F.B.I. Head Quarters

November 2, 2013

5:35 p.m.

"So what's the update?"

"According to recent sources, they're planning on getting rid of all the white people of the world."

"What? I knew that they'd run out of suitable ideas someday, but I didn't expect it to be this soon."

"With all due respect, sir, they actually have come together with quite an elaborate plan, that theoretically works. I wouldn't treat this one as a minor problem if I were you."

"Well find out where they're going. We'll track them down in the end and stop them before anything dramatic can happen, which I doubt will happen anyways. But for now, let them be. This plan can't possibly work. I'd find their unplanned failure to be quite entertaining."

"Yes, sir. I-"

"And make sure that we don't send too many men to the site. We'll probably need at most ten. They're just ignorant teenagers, what harm can they cause?"

"I'll do just that, sir."

"Now send him in, I want to make sure he's on our side in this. We can't take any chances."