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FLORENCE FELT UNEASY. Part of him wasn't sure whether he was making the right choice in joining Tokyo's side. He could come to the conclusion that he mostly did it in spite of Verona, proving to her that he really could stand up to Berlin. Now, as he watched the scene in front of him, he wondered if the decision was really worth it. His shaky hands gripped his M-16, as he paced anxiously around the room. Denver was currently tying Berlin to a chair, while Rio and Tokyo drilled planks of wood in front of the door, so no one could interfere with what she was about to do.
"Are we really doing this right now?" Florence hesitantly questioned, his eyes darting between all the other people in the room. The second he watched Tokyo block off the door, he knew that she wasn't just going to talk to the man.
"Yes. If you have a problem, get out." Tokyo responded, giving the younger boy a once-over. Florence felt his jaw clench up, his grip on his gun getting tighter. She always seemed to ignite his anger.
Tokyo walked over to stand in front of the man they had tied up to a chair. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a vial. Florence's eyes scanned it skeptically, realizing that it was Berlin's medication. She waved it in front of the man's face, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"Do you know what this is?" Tokyo rhetorically asked, and Berlin chuckled in response.
"My meds." Berlin answered, a look of amusement forming on his face. Part of him wasn't worried at all about what was going to happen, knowing that Verona would be coming to help him soon. He knew that she wouldn't let 'Plan Chernobyl' be taken into action-- she wouldn't risk the loss of the money. He knew she needed that money, for reasons that most on the team didn't know.
"Days to live." Tokyo corrected, the smile on Berlin's face dropping. "Incredible... how something so valuable is kept in such a small container. Right?" Her eyes started glistening, and in one swift motion she smashed the tiny bottle onto the ground. Florence flinched slightly at the sound of the glass vial shattering. Berlin tilted his head to the side, letting out a groan, before chuckling in hilarity. His actions only enraged the woman more, as she grabbed an extra chair and took a seat in front of him.
"I see you haven't taken losing the election very well, Tokyo." Berlin assumed. "You should work on that."
"I won't sit around... waiting for them to kill me because we voted on it. You can stay if you want. But you don't get to decide for us." Tokyo asserted, glaring heavily at the older man in front of her.
"That's it, you can go in peace. No problem. I'll keep you in my prayers. I have spent some truly wonderful days with you all." Berlin admitted, dragging on the conversation to buy time. He kept his exterior calm, not wanting Tokyo to think even for a second that he was intimidated by her.
