"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking."
Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
• (above, in order) Lane West, Alexei Lebedev, Sebastián Martín, & Axel Durmont + (below) Lane West coming into the back of Shelly's •
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Storm clouds form, thunder rumbling loudly. Barclay and McGinness step out of the Scotsman's van, eyeing the sky above. McGinness spots Shelly's across the road.
"There it is." McGinness says uneasily, "This still doesn't feel right, Leith."
"Ronan McGinness, you worry too much for such a weasel." Barclay says with a wicked smile.
The two men walk across the street quickly, hearing the local businesses loud noise. McGinness grumbles as he follows behind Barclay, his past actions filing him with regret. The two men had quickly left the Home For Troubled Girls immediately after the phone call with Lebedev, fearing for anyone to see them leaving the place. The Scotsman assured his business partner that they found their "loophole" in their situation. A way out. But McGinness still feared the wrath of Lane West.
They step inside the abandoned building, seeing pigeon nests on top of the beaten up, old washing machines and dryers. Barclay nudges McGinness, nodding towards the open door that seems to lead to another room that is dark. The Irishman pauses, feeling uneasy. The Scotsman gives his friends face a slight smack, smiling evilly at him.
"You worry too much." Barclay chuckles hardy like, casually walking through the doorway to the dark room.
McGinness follows him, feeling uneasy at the unknown. As the two men step inside, they spot a figure standing alone in the room, their hands dipped into their pockets. Barclay smiles wide, holding his hands up.
"Lebedev!" Barclay cheers happily, grinning in the darkness. "So glad to—"
Suddenly, something hard hits both men over the head. They fall to the floor unconscious.
A burning sensation woke Barclay up. He tried to let out a cry of pain but something kept him from it. The Scotsman turns to see that a match was sparked, Lebedev standing there lighting a cigarette. The Scotsman turns to see a completely awake McGinness, whose face is full of annoyance. His green eyes filled with tears. Duct tape over his mouth.
Barclay closes his eyes and leans his head back. Shit!
"Hello, Comrades." Lebedev nods to the two men, "Sorry for the rude greeting, but you know West's protocol."
