The boy flattened out the uniform he was wearing and turned to face me. "Who are you?!"
I leaned on the wall behind me and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. "Alexa.. who are you?"
He breathed out a laugh and looked away, "Its complicated...
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"vodka may not be the answer, but it's worth a shot"
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"Oh! Jesus."
Five pounced on the doctor and pulled out a knife. He held the weapon closely to the man's neck as Lance began shaking.
"One chance. That's all you've got." Five raised his voice, "One chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab."
Lance's eyes glanced towards the back seat. I smirked and waved my fingers.
"I- I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients," he stuttered. "I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market."
"Including eyeballs?" Five asked harshly.
"Yeah.. they're my biggest seller," Lance responded nervously.
I crossed my arms triumphantly, "Well that was easy."
The doctor continued, "I mean, they sell like hotcakes.. I- I've got a list, a waiting list, probably about 20 buyers."
"So the serial number I told you..." Five trailed off.
He thought for a moment. "Could've already been bought. Yes- yes off the books."
Five sighed. "I needed that list, Lance. Names and numbers, and I need it now!"
"I don't have it, I mean, not on me," Lance quivered. "The only copy is in my safe back at the lab."
"Well, you start the car then." Five smiled, "Cause we're going on a field trip." He sat back in his seat, and slowly pulled the knife away.
"Okay," Lance responded, while quickly putting on his seatbelt.
"Now." Five demanded.
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After parking the car, Lance lead us to the lab. I gasped when I saw what had happened.
Yellow and oranges streaks flew out the broke windows. The laboratory was completely engulfed in massive flames.
Five sprinted towards the building. I called after him, but he continued running. I started to walk faster to catch up with him. I winced every time my injured leg hit the ground as I limped over to where he was standing.
In an instant, the front of the building exploded. Five and I were sent flying through the air only to land violently on the concrete ground. A sharp pain shot up my leg. I groaned and slowly sat up. Five was staring at lab with an unreadable expression.
All of the information regarding the prosthetic eye was now completely destroyed.
