Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Boze

"You're insane."

Lasercorn was standing in front of the meeting room table, his hands resting on the plastic. Her plans were strewn across the surface, making the entire area white. 

"Can you do it?" Boze asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

He chuckled. "Of course I can. How you're going to pull it off, on the other hand..."

"You know me, Lasercorn," she smiled. "I can pull it off. What will you need?"

He ran his fingers across the little x's she'd placed on the blueprint. "A lot more than you can remember. I'll need to make a list."

"We can easily supply you with paper," Boze replied with a smirk.

"You're asking a lot from me here, you know?" he looked up. "What am I going to get out of this?"

"What do you want?" she tilted her head.

"Still got that jet?" he asked. She nodded. "Then I want you to get me to Peru."

"Peru?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why in the world do you want to go there?"

"According to my father, my mother always wanted to see the Andes," he explained. "It's not much, but it's the closest thing I have to a lead."

"You want to find your mother," Boze stated.

"She left me with that monster," Lasercorn growled. "I'm going to kill her."

"It'll take you years to do that," Boze pointed out. "What about our world? Your son? Are you really going to give that all up?"

"I'm not you, Boze," he pursed his lips. "The only reason I'm apart of this world is because I liked killing people. All of these politics, betrayals, and schemes... that's not me. I'm not a fucking Game of Thrones character. I have no place in this world. Not like you do."

"And your son?" Boze asked.

"I love Tyler more than anything," she noticed a tear in his eye. "But he deserves better than this. Once I'm gone, I want him to be returned to Sabrina. She'd give him a better life than I ever could."

"Are you sure you want to do this, L-Corn?" Boze didn't want him to go. Lasercorn had some talents that she would miss utilizing. 

"Wouldn't be telling you about it if I didn't," he sighed. "Now, I'm going to need that paper you promised."

• • •

Mayhem and the rest of the delivery girls had managed to get their hands on everything Lasercorn needed. The parking lot had been turned into a workshop as he and the fixers constructed what she'd asked for. Whenever she went down there, she was met with the sight of forty people wielding blowtorches and wearing welding helmets.

All it would take was one error, and everyone in the Compound would die. But Boze wasn't worried. She trusted her girls completely.

"Are you sure it's the best move to be so... grandiose with this?" Pamick asked three days after work had begun. She had to yell to be heard.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Boze yelled back.

"It'll attract a lot of attention," Pamick replied, leaning against the wall beside her. "Getting rid of Bereta will mean nothing if he's replaced with ten others."

"We want attention," Boze replied.

Pamick looked at her like she was insane. "Why would we want that?"

"You don't think that I'd settle for this, do you?" Boze looked at her. "I've done all I can in L.A. It's time to branch out."

"Branch out," Pamick repeated.