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MARGO had decided to take advantage of Mitch's ignorance, stepping out into the hall she proceeded to knock on Annika's door, it took the slightly older woman but ten seconds to open it, "does the shower in our bathroom work?" she glanced out into the hall from where she stood in the doorway, "yes, there's towels in the closet if you need them." without waiting for Margo to reply she closed the door the sound of it locking behind her ringing in the girl's ears.
The door to their room was cracked ajar the agent pushing it open as she stepped inside, she quietly shut it behind her careful to make sure she hardly made any noise, Mitch sat on his bed looking through his bag. Margo made her way to her bed scooping her bag off the floor beside it.
She unzipped the top of the dark blue duffel rummaging through the contents until she found what she usually wore to bed, dropping her bag onto the floor and kicking it beneath the bed, she stood up and made way for the door leading into the adjoining room- the bathroom- as soon as she stepped inside- just far enough so she was past the path of the door- she closed the wooden door behind her.
While she undressed, Mitch sat on his bed finally revealing what it was he'd had clutched in his hand, it was a polaroid version of one of his favorite parts from the video he'd taken that day on the beach, a photo of him and Katrina pressed together, smiling at the camera lens as if everything that was about to happen didn't exist, they were in their own little peaceful universe, where no one could harm them or tear them apart.
That didn't exist in this universe, in reality, she was dead, and he was dying, on the inside.
But now he had a shot at revenge, and he was going to take it. He tucked the photo away into his pocket, checking his watch, he realized he would have plenty of time before lights out, he retrieved his weapon from where it was concealed along his waist and slid it under the pillow behind him.
He leaned back in the bed his back hitting the wall as he adjusted himself, about fifteen minutes later, Margo opened the bathroom door steam billowing out as she left the room cracking the door on her way out.
Mitch let out a sigh pulling his bag into his lap quickly unzipping the top, he looked through it for a few brief seconds before pulling out two articles of clothing, he set his bag on the bed and headed into the bathroom disappearing into the steam.
Margo listened as the shower started the sound almost lulling her to sleep, she retrieved her book from her bag drying the ends of her hair with the towel she had in her hand, after a few moments of bunching her hair to try and remove as much water as possible she laid down her head resting against the softness of the pillow.
She flipped through the pages stopping when she found the one she'd earlier dog eared, she let her eyes follow the words absorbing them as if she was reading the book for the very first time, before she knew it, Mitch was exiting the bathroom his dirty clothes balled up in his hand.
