CARMEN, riverdale.

' renegade '

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    "WHEN PEA told you to make a new plan, I didn't think he meant for you to hash out half-assed ones." Wynona had a disgruntled look on her face.

"Change of plans, Wyn, we have to do this sooner or else we'll lose our element of surprise. The sooner we get back dad, the sooner we can deal with those videos," Carmen's voice dripped with satirical humor, unamused.

"You're speaking like you came from Cerberus," Liam commented. When Carmen shot him a look, he shrugged. "You gave me a copy of that video, remember?"

"Novak may have released his mud on you, but all I'm hoping is you got more dirt on him than that. It's evidence enough to prove that the video's incomplete and you're both being framed," Elliot grounded out.

"We do. But since I never planned for this, I'll execute it whenever. Right now's not about me, we need to finalize something before full detail tomorrow morning and initiate it after sundown," Carmen dismissed his statement. "If anyone got any ideas, now would be the best time."

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    "A PACKAGE came for you," Elliot glanced back cautiously at the box left in the doorway, addressed to none other than Carmen. "Approach it with caution if you're going to open it."

Carmen yanked her father's sniper rifle from the table, staring at the box with suspicion. She approached the damn thing and jabbed it with the tip of the silencer. Nothing else happened, as she poked through the top flap, which easily opened. Styrofoam pieces emerged from the opening, startling a few behind her.

She narrowed her eyes, sending a kick to the box that only shook it, a few of the white materials spilling from the brim. A pitch black object was uncovered slightly, and so Carmen reached out to touch it, pull it out. Everyone watched with bated breaths as she did.

And she did, only to find that it was none other than a rag doll, mangled and burnt at the edges beyond repair. A note fell from it, just as destroyed.

papa  lima
echo  oscar
hotel

"What the fuck," Carmen muttered, before setting it down to turnover the doll and inspect it.

"What does the note say?" Sweet Pea asked.

"Read it for yourself." Carmen murmured, taking in the appearance of the doll and fiddled with the switch she found at the back. Deciding to take her chances, Carmen flipped the switch.

She dropped the doll and stumbled back as soon as it started playing a sinister lullaby. It was russian, and although she didn't relatively speak it, the melody haunted her, bringing back unwanted memories.

"It's just a bunch of words, what do we do with words?" Sweet Pea handed the paper back to Liam, who took it, confused.

"Maybe it's phonetic," Wynona suggested, looking over Elliot's shoulder. She furrowed her eyebrows at one glance. "Pleoh. What the hell does that mean?"

"Danger," Carmen whimpered, terrified. Everyone looked to her, finding her face pale, even more surprised when she fell back off her feet and her eyes darting around in fear as if she was in a trance.

"Carmen? Carmen!" Wynona cried, falling ti her knees beside the short-haired brunette. Her hands found the young Murdock's shoulders, hastily her shoulders. "It's okay, it's me, Wyn. Hey,"