The truth About cypher ✓

The Execution

Before you knew it, it was 9:45. Laila was jittering in the dorm room whilst her best friend buried her nose deep in a textbook. Mila wasn't even slightly interested in pharmacology, she really wasn't. With her current thesis bugging her, she felt like she would throw up on the mention of the subject itself. The girl had been avoiding having a conversation with Laila because she knew how it would end. It would either leave Mila fucking pissed off over how irresponsible her best friend was acting, or it would be Laila who would barge out of the room without even batting an eye.

Mila did not want any of that bullshit, so she stuck to her textbooks.

A message popped up on Laila's phone screen in white. She bought the screen up to her sight before exhaling sharply.

Mr. Angry pants.

It's time.

9:46

She picked up her coat from the armchair resting beside the bed. Shoving her phone deep inside its pockets, she murmured to Mila.

"Brutus texted. It's time..." Listening to this the other girl got up from her study table. She walked towards the balcony door, opening it wide open. Hanging from its edge was a rope that fell right over a water pipe.

"Keep your legs on its hinges. Use the rope as support and don't look down. It's only two floors, you'll be fine. "

Laila nodded in response, making her way towards the balcony. She placed her palms flat on the railing, lifting her weight from above the ground. Once she was secure from the waist above, she placed her right foot on the water pipe's hinge. Holding the rope with one hand and the balcony railing with another she guided herself down the dormitory's wall.

About a floor down, her knee cracked a loud sound, making her lose her balance.

" You alright?!"

" Yeah, I'm fine," Laila replied softly. She climbed down rather quickly after that. Once her shoes felt the grass around her, she let go of the rope. She looked upwards, waving a thumbs up to show Mila that she landed safely. Mila grunted slightly before sighing out loud.

" Don't get yourself arrested Suka. "

Laila giggled at this statement. Sending a last glance at her friend, she sprinted across the ground, disappearing in the dark fog.
When Laila reached the storage room, Brutus was already waiting for her. He was squatting on the floor hiding his body behind what seemed like a potted plant.

"And what took you so long?" He asked in annoyance, eyes huge like a Gizelle.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm not a professional fugitive convict who knows how to jump off walls," Laila replied with a grim. The boy rolled his eyes and actively chose to ignore her attempt to shade him.

He didn't listen to people who were late.

They walk in the same way as before. Looking out for any dark figure starring at them, they sneaked inside. Brutus jumped from the broken glass window into the storeroom, eyes searching for the key stand. His eyes roamed around many other bunches of keys. The same numbers are sewn in its leather keychain. 181213 for storage, 31245 for the club, and 214 for the PA's office. Blyad, he mumbled under his breath.

" It's not here."

" What?"

" The keys to his office. It's not here." Fucking perfect.

The boy asked for a hand, with the support of which he jumped out. A small shard of glass chipping away from the rim got stuck in his shirt. The boy threaded his hand in his hair, messing with it in annoyance. Laila watched him think. She felt like she could physically see the wheels turning in his mind. The silence was short-lived before the boy spoke up.