Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 125 - Negotiation

Oh, shut. I reached the end of my pre-written chapters, I'm screwed ;D. And also I forgot to return my books in the library for like a month? So I own them, by now, like 30$? Fudge :D.
Anyway, you all have a great day, I'm gonna try write something into the next chapter :D Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I watched Craig going from one page to another, skillfully focused into his work. I adored him for it, meanwhile I was shaking like dog. It wasn't because I was afraid to do it for Delirious, but the fact that I should be negotiating with a hitman, who was surely pissed because we had somebody he wanted to buy, was scaring me. I couldn't imagine what would Delirious do if he found out somebody had Tyler.

"Relax, it's gonna be ok," Craig mumbled, his eyes till glued to the monitor.

"I'm relaxed," I replied.

"You're not. Evan, it's going to be fine. You're messed up the same way as Delirious is, same way Cry is going to be. You're in the same level, don't worry about it. You've killed two fucking people!"

He's right. I'm messed up already. I won't be scared by some low hitman as Cry is.

"It's time," Craig whispered, standing up.

"There is info about Mark, it's already printing. I wanted to get Jack first, but I don't think he's that important," my best friend informed me, dressing up.

"Be safe," I whispered, and he nodded.

"I already promised Tyler. I won't get into this mess, I'll try to stay hidden and stalk him undetected. Have fun with Cry."

With those words he left me alone with my thoughts, and I realized how much he changed. He wasn't afraid anymore, he wasn't hiding behind me. Within few seconds, the main door opened again and he tightly hugged me.

"Don't let him kill you. Delirious needs to know about your feelings. He needs you alive, I need you alive," he mumbled into my chest, and I smiled, tightening the embrace.

"I want to see Mark dying. Go already," I softly pushed him away.

I watched, as he ran out of the building again, sighing loudly. It was my time to shine. I walked to my room, thinking about the clothes I would put on, when I heard a doorbell.

Walking downstairs, I calmed myself down. I had a few more minutes to spare, before meeting with Cry. I opened the door, just to meet cold pair of eyes.

"They robbed me!" He pushed me aside, walking in.

What the fuck is he doing here?! I don't have time for this!

"What?" I faked my confusion.

"How did they managed to get in? How the fuck did they manage to get the number?!" He kept renting, looking at me.

"You helped them," he accused me, and I frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"There are only a few people, who knows the code!" He attacked me furiously.

"Code? What code?" I crossed my arms, even though I already knew what he was talking about.

"Eleven numbers," he squinted his eyes.

"You know them too! That doesn't make any sense. What does this have to do with you being robbed?"

"I wouldn't rob myself, you should start using your brain sometimes. So there's you then. Or have you told the psycho the numbers? Have you break underneath him?"