“Okay, so here is the plan.” Lillian said taking the chair in front of Owen and scribbling in her black diary.
They were inside the house now and Tris was sitting beside Owen on the dining table typing on her laptop.
“We will rent a car, go to New York, hunt for Liam and come back with her, back to the den. I will dye my hair pink and keep my head low. Does that sounds like a plan, were we have 0.1 percent chance of not getting caught because of me?” Lillian asked looking up from her notebook at last.
“Common Lillian, no one knows your face, look, the police wants a 5.6 feet, slim girl, who wears leather jacket and jeans, keeping her hair tied in a pony. Just change your getup and maybe keep your hair open like now throughout the trip.” Tris said counting steps on her hand.
“Okay, but are you sure??”
“Lillian, you keep asking that, we are sure, and she is right, the police have got o clue about __ahhhh” Owen screamed at the sound of pounding on the window.
Lillian got up to look at the source of this noise, spotting Liam standing at the window, staring at his own reflection. She commands him to enter from the door.
“Oh but I am already here……just move” he replied climbing in from the window and winking at a smiling Tris. “Do you want eggs?” he asks and turns to the open kitchen, picking up the nearest pan.
“This is definitely called breaking in, and why are you here?” Lillian asked glaring at Liam
“Well, the garage was not the prettiest place to be in, right? And anyway I heard you guys talking about things of my expertise, but before I tell you, eggs, scrambled or omelet?” he asked holding up four eggs.
“Scrambled.” Owen answered “and three only, Tris is a vegetarian. Here, let me chop you some onions.” He added, picking up a chopping board and a knife.
“You were saying something about your area of expertise?” Lillian said, hand quoting the last word, smirking ever so slightly.
“Get out! The Lillian whatever can actually smile, or to be precise, smirk” Liam said gaining a deadly look from her and laughter from the other two.
“Any who, I am a travel agent.” He announced, fake bowing in every direction.
“Impressive, why did you not tell us this before?” Tris asked
“Umm, lemme think, oh yeah because before I can speak, someone among you hit my head with an iron rod” he said looking at Owen.
“Yeah, sorry about that” Owen replied running his hand in his hair, revealing his beautiful curls and catching Lillian’s attention.
“But don’t you wanna go back?” She asked shaking her head.
“No you see, this weekend I was to go back home, but me and my mom just don’t go along each other, so anything saving me from those awkward 48 hours is definitely worth it.”
“Well then now we need a four sitter car” Tris said merrily
“But…” Lillian started but as cut off by Tri’s pleading eyes. “Okay, fine” she sighed.
“I know whom we can get a car from…” Owen said picking up the phone and dialing a number, “My twin” he says before placing the phone near his ear.
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Virago ~ The better wrong
General Fiction2 in #goodevil In a world of possession and greed, no one can be classified as entirely good or entirely bad. We categorise Villains as supporters of wrong and heros as supporters of......well, the better wrong, so what do you call the most wanted v...
