Hiding within My Peers (#Wattys2016)

16 - Getting the Bug Back, the Second Fingerprint and the Last People to Meet

- How do you lose a bug? - I was whispering but I'm pretty sure she could sense the rage in my voice. - How can anybody do that? And I don't mean it in the good way.

- Is there a good way?

- Oh shut up! Just find the bug and pick it up.

- I know where the bug is - she pointed to the bug. It was in front of the painting in the hallway. - but I don't think we can just pick it up... It's too obvious.

- Then do you have a plan?

- Well, I'm sure we can think of something. - she said that and then we both got quiet for a long time, thinking. After a few moments, I created a plan so wild that it actually worked:

- Ok, so there is something I know we can do, and it also helps me getting a fingerprint... Even though it's very dangerous...

- Just say it!

- Ok, so I take the briefcase just putted down on the bookshelf and I put it down directly on the briefcase. Then, you pick it up, retreat the bug from the bottom of the briefcase and take it. You can give it to me afterwards whenever you want.

- Well, now I understand why you called the plan "dangerous"... But we won't lose anything if we try.

- Maybe our lives... - I whispered.

- Great job in reassuring me... I was going to do it but now I won't.

- I can see you have no balls. - Her expression changed and was saying "Really"? - Quite literally... - I stepped away from her and picked up the briefcase. I took it to the bathroom and started preparing to collect his fingerprints: I took the duct tape and the powder. I accidentally dropped the powder and it spreaded around the room.

- Sh*t! - I mumbled to myself. I got on my knees and I started blowing the powder so it stayed behind the toilet. I just lefted it there and continued with the procedure. I took the last bit of powder and a bit of duct tape and collected the remaining two fingerprints.

I got out of the bathroom and I went to the living room. I putted the briefcase down on top of the bug. I went to the balcony where a few more people were. I also didn't know them, so I introduced myself and also mentioned the Ambassador's invite for a meal on my fake restaurant.

Next to me, there was a man that went by the name "General". His hair and facial hair was pure white, even though his hair was hidden beneath a green hat. His eyes were brown and small. He was wearing a U.S. blazer with 5 medals ans a flag. Underneath that, he had a normal shirt and a black tie. His shoes were black and shiny.

A couple was also in there. He was the Nigerian man and his name was Morgan. He walked with a cane which he holded with his left hand. His hair seemed like a rug - several strands going out and a little bit of space between them - and was grey and black. His beard was black (as his skin) and his eyes were light-brown. He was holding a glass of red wine with his right hand. He was wearing three layers of clothing: a white shirt, a dark blue wool winter-shirt and a black blazer. He, like the other people, also had a black tie. He had a striped (white and grey stripes) pocket scarf.

His wife was American. Her name was Emma. Her hair was in the typical friday night hairstyle (as my sister likes to say) and was brown. Her eyes were blue. Her outfit was all orange... Her shoulders could be seen. Her nails were red and she had a white pearl necklace.

There was another woman there that also had her skin dark: she was the South African woman. Her name was Michelle. The first thing you would notice when looking at her was her hair: it was black and curly, and it was on a large frizzly hairstyle, being all over the place. Her eyes were black and her lips were red (she must have putted some lipstick). Her dress was red and it only had one sleeve. She had a golden watch and some golden earrings.

They were the final people. After that, nobody else was left.