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15 | Demented

Arsenic Titanium

"SECURE THE motherfucking area, Four Black. I'm busy!"

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am losing my cool. I made sure to keep my dose on the down low, thus, this situation.

I needed to. Or else, I would be emotionless and comletely mannerless in front of the boys' parents. And I don't want that.

We were inside one of Four's warehouses, taking some new weapons for the ride.

Don't look at me like that.

I learned from the last mission that you should always be prepared. Even if you already have a luggage full of weapons.

I was in his weaponry stash.

Of course, all of these were illegal. But why should I care?

I don't work for the Government.

Not anymore.

I'm basically just a girl willing to kill for her friends' lives.

Yeah.

A demented girl, that's what.

"Everyone here knows you, Arsenic. Even if I try to secure the motherfucking area, they'll still recognize you."

I glared at him, "And who's fault is that?"

He rolled his eyes at me from the couch he was sitting on.

Yes there's a white plush leather couch in his weaponry stash room.

Rich criminals.

Tsk.

"Mine."

"You guys should really stop talking as if I'm not in the room, you know? It's like the boys and I all over again." I heard Corbyn whisper the last part from behind me.

I looked at me.

He looked geniuinely sad.

"Okay." I spoke.

I averted my eyes from him and went back to looking at the collection of bladed weapons.

A kukri, Bowie, a dagger, a Gladius, and a Karambit.

Those were the ones I had narrowed down my list to.

I shrugged, taking two Bowie's, five daggers, and two Gladius' and putting them inside the duffle that Four graced me with.

I moved on to the guns.

I smirked to myself.

Now this is easy.

A Kalashnikov AK–47, an Uzi, two Heckler Koch HK MG4's, one Machine gun, three revolvers, and five Glock 26's.

I also took twenty packs of ammuniton each.

You'll never know how many people you have to kill.

I looked at Four with a wide grin, "Do you have any bombs here?"

He rolled his eyes at me, "In the fourth cupboard."

I moved on to the bombs and gasped as I looked back at Four.

"You have a Tsar Bomba?!"

He gave me a smug smile.

"Yep! Six of them. This one is diffused. Others are in several locations."

I grinned and then urned back to looking for good bombs.

"Is she always like this?" I heard Four ask Corbyn.