7 7.Smooth

Luca POV

"You know what to do."

"Yeah sure," I answered getting ready to walk out of the theatre.

As I opened the door I noticed one officer keenly looking at my shoes. Ooh shoot, I didn't change my shoes and he was clearly suspecting me. "Excuse me?" he said as I went past him. My heart skipped a bit. Adrenaline rush. I stood stock still as he walked round and looked at me straight in the eye. " Please remove your mask, Sir, he requested. Slowly but carefully enough, I lowered my mask and he noticed that I was 'white'. "Ooow I'm very sorry for the inconvenience Sir, you may proceed." Stupid ass sheriff. I smiled beneath my mask as I walked straight and made the turn to the Janitor's closet, following every instruction.

Marley POV

I took the nurse's trolley and walked out of the theatre with all the confidence I could gather. "Excuse me, is the patient under anesthetic? " asked the officer guarding the door.

"Yes Sir, why?" I asked.

"We were just worried for the staff, apparently he is a criminal and could be of danger to the people attending to him."

"Oh no Sir, we made sure to administer enough anesthetic for the surgery. That should keep him off for some time even after the procedure, don't worry," I replied and slowly continued in the same direction as Flores.

I opened the closet and pulled my backpack from under the trolley, leaving it outside the closet. I then changed into a Janitor's dungarees, a silicone mask, and a baseball cap, packing all the rest of the clothes in my backpack to leave no trace of evidence.

Within fifteen seconds I was outside and headed for the truck.

Wow...he didn't try to escape with the truck! Oh well, it's cause I was the one with the car keys... THE CAR KEYS!!!! OMG, I FORGOT THE CAR KEYS IN THE CLOSET!

We didn't have all the time in the world... in fact, they must have noticed that the theatre was empty. I quickly turned to go back as fast as I could for the keys when I heard the truck hoot.

Why was this bastard hooting at me?

I ignored it and fastened my pace towards the gate.

Again.

This was getting to my nerves and I turned heading for the truck. "What the fuck's wrong with you? Do you wanna get us caught???"

"You're the one who's gonna get us caught if you don't bring your ass in here and let's leave," he answered calmly, "I got the keys." Mmh, I must admit I didn't expect that. I hopped in and we left the premises.

"Thirsty?" I asked offering the poor guy a bottle of cold water.

"Why should I trust you, little shit?"

"You have no choice. You need it."

I watched as he drank it and passed out two minutes later.

I knew I couldn't trust this guy a single bit. But I had to make him talk by all means.

The feeling of unease I'd had lately could only be eased by this guy's decision to tell me exactly what their plan was. I had to make him talk.

If it'll make me feel better... I still have my skills though... I'm a bomb-ass planner. This escape cum abduction had been smooth.

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