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SHE looked up at him her brown eyes wide with realization.
He watched as she looked down at her hands, she was feeling something he'd felt at one point in his life; she was feeling uncertain.
She looked up at him once again tears working up behind her eyes, she fought them off instead glaring at the man in front of her, "who the hell am I?" he shook his head, "I'll explain once we find Hurley, speaking of him, where is he?" he leaned forward in his crouching position, she met his gaze for a brief moment.
"Did he do this?" Ronnie nodded his head looking down at the ground, while he hated him for what he'd done to him, he hated him even more for what he'd done to Raven- or Margo- he couldn't even begin to try and figure out what the hell he'd done to the little girl he'd once been able to call his little sister, she was just a shell of the person she had been years ago.
The shell of a girl who had lost everything the night she was put in handcuffs.The night she'd acted on her orders.
He wanted revenge not only for himself but for his sister, and together, they were going to take it as a team, they were going to get the bomb built and detonated.
Ronnies walkie talkie crackled to life with someone's voice, it was a man."We've got movement on the seco-"
The sound cut off with a loud thump before the device returned to static, "Morris? Morris you there?" he paused glancing towards the bathroom door, "what's going on?" when no one replied he threw the device down running his hand over his chin, "we've gotta go, Stan's coming, I have no doubt that he's got back up." she nodded her head in response allowing him to grab her hand and pull her to her feet.
Opening the bathroom door they both stepped out Mitch's eyes immediately flicking to look for any signs that harm had come to the girl, when he realized she was fine he visibly relaxed, Ronnie crossed the room picking up Margos gun before he held it out to her.
Mitch watched the entire thing confused as to why he was giving her the weapon. The girl took the gun in her hand letting her hand fall to her side- her fingers clasped around the gun- Ronnie slowly approached Mitch his face lighting up with a small smile, "Hurley." he spoke his voice deeper than he'd expected, it had more of a southern accent linked to it and Mitch wondered how the terrorist leaning in front of him could possibly be American.
"Where is he?" Mitch shook his head refusing to offer any information of any sort, "I don't know what you're talking-" he was cut off by a harsh slap to the face his words meaning little to nothing to the older man as it didn't answer his question, he delivered a second slap to Mitch hoping that it would show him he was going to get his answer one way or another.
"Where is he? He outside?" he moved towards the window carefully glancing out past the white curtains when the door busted in just barely hanging onto the hinges as the action occurred.
