Sequel: Chapter 13

ROBIN P.O.V

"Should we start Robin?" Hernandez asked as I was leisurely caressing my throat with some burning vodka.

"How are we supposed to leave your place with several policemen outside?"

We would not have been so reckless to unintentionally let the authority take notice of our plan just yet. We did it on purpose. An anonymous call was not as elaborate as we hope, but it suited our mission at all cost.

We were playing games and a genius doubled by another genius is a force to reckon with. Not only should we be reckoned as forces, but also feared. Yes, fear was primordial and by all means necessary.

Terror was a blissful reaction that we could, by all means, install on the authorities.

"Remember the corridor, Robin? I designed them myself"

"How?"

Hernandez shrugged, a simper vastly spread on his lips. "Boredom creates the most beautiful products."