We followed her to a small office. We found a place to sit, she didn't sit. She opened up a small bust of a person and pressed a red button. The wall opened up to reveal an elevator. It was like something out of a movie. The elevator doors opened up, she stepped in and we followed. No one said a word as we took the elevator down. When we reached our destination Even stepped our first and we followed her to a room with a large black round table with 5 chairs. Troy at close to the door. I sat next to him, and the other guy sat one seat away. The 5th chair was a cross from us, Even sat in that one. She watched us for a moment, and we watched her. Without breaking eye contact with us she tossed her head around and swiveled in the chair. She had a coy smile on her face, with a look of interest in her eyes. After a moment some men brought in a woman. She had on loose clothing and a straitjacket. They shoved her in and she walked with a purpose to the chair. I watched her struggle to turn the chair around with her legs so she could sit. Out of frustration she kicked it away, it rolled away from the table but adjusted to the right spot for her to sit. Hatefully she sat down in the chair and used her legs to puller herself forward to the table.
"Done?" Even asked.
The woman nodded.
"Let's get started." she said. A screen dropped down behind her and our names with information appeared next to it.
Irish June: Wanted
Troy Weight: Deceased
Carter Kingston: Wanted
Lacy Grey: Missing
We looked at the screen for a moment. Looking at our names, what the world thinks of us right now. Our last seen location. Our last taken picture. A wanted man I was. Huh, FBI's top 20 most wanted list.
Lyndon was moved to a more secure prison off the coast of Africa. On the outside it looked like oil platform but the inside was a prison. He cursed Irish's name and vowed to get revenge. Only three people showed up to Bruce's funeral, his parents, and his sister. It was short and sad. Alexandra had a big fiasco with her funeral, and was buried next to her husband. Lil Ror, or Rory handled the club well and kept the money flowing. The place was given to him after Irish had gone missing. He named it Irish June, and takes care of it very well. Even introduced everyone to each other and gave them a briefing of why they were there. In the end, they were the horsemen of the apocalypse.
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DragonFruit
ActionMy name is Irish June. I was a retired criminal. I was retired for six years then they needed me. First Kevin called me and asked for my help Then the others needed me.. Once I heard their situations, I guess it was time for me to come out of retire...
