"So, Mr. Phantomhive, would you care to explain exactly why we are here, at the sweet sixteen of..." I check my phone. "Miss. Marissa Cole?"
"Well, Miss. Brooke, let's work out this equation:
2 assassins + 50 teen girls - police = what?"
"A bloodbath. And since when did we start calling ourselves assassins? We, or rather, you, made this decision ten hours ago."
"... Shut up, Liv."
"Sure thing, C"
"Here's the plan. I'll go in as the 'entertainment', and ask everyone to put their phones in this." He gestures to a large wooden box. "That'll be easy enough to burn, or bury somewhere. You bust into the back and place this into the centre of the room. Lock both the doors. We'll wait for five minutes then when we go back in everyone will be knocked out. That'll make the slaughter easy."
"Noted. Also, why are we doing this in the first place?"
"Let's play a game. It's called: 'How many times do I have to tell Olivia to shut up tonight?"
"C, there's so many flavours,why are you choosing to be salty?"
Ciel facepalmed. "That wasn't punny."
When I look up to him, his eyes are filled with tears. He's laughing. "WHY ARE WE TELLING PUNS BEFORE A MASS MURDER?"
"I don't know. Anyway, see you in there."
I'm left alone, armed only with a knife, mysterious gas bomb and my feelings. How on earth are we going to cover this up? I'm sure sure Ciel will find a way. He always does...
