Karyssa’s POV
I fly through the bright hallway, my hair flopping over my face as it flows in a high ponytail behind me. Stupid costume… ButI don't have a minute to lose. I use the tip of my knife to unscrew the cover for the vent that’s hidden under a curtain, and crawl in. It's dark, and there are cobwebs everywhere. But I have no choice but to pull the vent cover back into place, and pull up the map that Yelin sent me on my PDA. Turn right twice, then left. I shuffle quietly through the small space. My worst fear is falling in on someone. I tap the wall just to make sure. It seems sturdy enough… I end up at another vent cover. When I pop it out, the room that I see is HUGE. I’m about 7 feet up from the floor which is checkered with perfectly polished marble tiles. Luckily, there is a bed about two feet from where I am. My muscles pull themselves to a crouch, and I leap. The bed is unmade, and there are clothes sprawled all over it. The strong smell of cologne surrounds me, and I jump up. Blech. I take a deep breath of clean air when I hop off. I never understood famous people and their weird smells….
“I'm in.” I say to my mic
“The money should be hidden inside of the umbrella stand, -In the next room. It’s their rainy day money. Get it?! Umbrella stand?! It’s a fucking rainy day! AHA!” I roll my eyes while Karen is cackling on the other side of the line.
“Oh keep quiet would you? We don’t want anyone to see a glittery teenage American girl laughing her ass off in a five star hotel, now do we?”
No reply. I smile
The umbrella stand that I see is a chrome gold. Why would they waste money on simple things like this, when you can just use a damn cardboard box for Heaven’s sake?! I better get out of here before I break into destruction mode…
Eventually, I find a small leather pouch taped to the inside of the stand. When I manage to force open the metal clasp, my mouth drops open. The rolls of crisp green paper are folded neatly together, and they are secured by a thick rubber band. This is enough money to hold up the gang for months!
I quickly hide the pouch in the folds of cropped leather jacket, then dash back towards the vent as fast as these cumbersome heels can carry me. I would literally kill for a pair of sneakers right now…
Then I freeze. Oh shit. Stupid. I should have know better.
In my excitement and annoyance, I didn’t notice the slow, quiet creak of the door behind me. I cringe.
“What are you doing here?”
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Badman
FanfictionThree friends with ties that go all the way back to America are trying to earn their ranks within a gang that turned out to be their last resort. Risking their lives all for revenge Yelin is a tech expert. She has a keen eye, and her best attack is...
