Peight
Harry
DeadStroke

*THE NEXT DAY*

"Ready to kick some asshole terrorist ass?" DeadStroke asked as he fixed his sniper up.

"You sound so cheesy." I said as I finished putting the finishing touches on my makeup.

"Just trying to create small talk." He said chuckling. "Did you have a chance to look at the map yet?"

"Yeah, I think I know where I'm going." I said putting my gun holster on my thigh underneath my dress.

"Okay, just remember, there's five owners, so that means more security then you could ever think."

"I don't get what's so special about these 'owners'" I said using air quotes for emphasis.

"Well, Jane said that their multi billionaires, and apparently get whatever they want. But what the guests that are attending tonight don't know is that their not the caring multi billionaires they thought. Their the multi billionaire terrorists that don't show mercy." DeadStroke with venom spitting out at every syllable.

"I'm guessing you don't like these guys." I chuckled. "The kid's gonna be here any minute to pick us-" I was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Miss Stevenson, it's Charlie, your driver. I've come to pick you up for the Charity benefit gala you told me about."

"Speak of the devil." I said as DeadStroke helped me with my coat. DeadStroke opened the door for me to walk out, but then I caught something he said in my ear.





















"Don't trust anyone."

Notes

Another chapter to all of y'all out there! :)
Hope all y'all like it, kind of a filler :/





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