before we start this chapter, i just wanna say i'm really really sorry because there will be a character death here and you'll get angry at me when you find out who it is. so i am deeply apologizing from the bottom of my heart/hypothalamus.
will also include graphic violence
AND this is the second to the last chapter of book one
no "merry readings" since you know... death
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Lillian's POV
It was a Monday night, and everyone knows what happened down in history on the worst day of the week. Hitler died, of course. That's why Moriarty insisted to watch a film based on World War II.
Majority of the people in the house agreed for a movie night, mostly security men as a break to their tedious jobs, but the cinema room looked full nonetheless. There was popcorn, fizzy drinks, and throw pillows.
I laid my head on Bullet's body as we ate popcorn. Bullet rested his snout on Seb's thigh while Mori rested his head on Seb's shoulder. I was not planning to tell anyone but I swear I caught a glimpse of someone taking a picture.
We were at the part where the protagonist, a spy named George, threw his frisbee shield at the bad guys while riding a horse who was sold to the British cavalry when there was a simultaneous ringing. Everyone's phones inside the room rang.
"To positions, NOW!" Moriarty ordered after looking at the alarm on his own phone.
Everyone hurried out while Sebastian and Mori led me to safety.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"There's been a breach on the south-east," Sebastian answered, holding me by the arm.
"Ugh, took them a long time," Moriarty grumbled.
"Wait, who? Who are we—"
"The Marichal's," they both answered.
We reached Moriarty's office and they immediately took their own weapons. Moriarty went straight to wear a strap of long gun ammos and a grenade launcher. while Seb relied on his usual guns. He turned around after and handed me a handgun - Beckler & Koch, P7M8, 9mm
"Keep it handy, don't lose it. It's loaded with twelve rounds," he told me and then went to grab some bullet proof vests.
I stared incredulously at the gun in my hands then glanced at Moriarty. "Couldn't you just take them out in a flick of a wrist? Shouldn't you have land mines on your front yard or missile launchers at trespassers?"
"Those are pretty sexy but this is the Marichal's, hunny. They literally take the meaning of mors certa, hora incerta."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Latin saying about death," Seb mumbled to me.
"I shot their daddy."
"Mori!"
"It was on impulse! He wrinkled my coat and stepped on my new leather boots!"
Sebastian came in between us, shoving the vests to our arms. "Alright, you two! Unless you want to end up in the situation of Marichal Sr., I suggest we need to g— Jim!"
Moriarty swiftly charged to the doors and into the hallways without letting Seb finished. A sound of an explosion coming next in the wide halls along with his maniacal laughter.
"Stay behind me." Seb placed a securing hand on my back, his eyes cautious towards the wide open doors.
"Bullet, you stay here." I kissed my dog's head before locking the doors behind me to keep him safe.
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