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3.3

"Wha... what do you mean whatever happens?" I said, shaking.

"Eddie?!" "Eddie!"

"Hey, what's wrong?" Stan asked.

"It's Eddie, he said something about starting the plan." I said.

"Shit." He said, running to the phone.

"Hello, ummm, good afternoon, I want to make a report, if you see a man with a gray hair, Don't. Let. Him. Out!"

"Okay, sir, why?"

"He is involved with a murder, the murder of Richard Tozier!"

"Okay!"

~Stanley POV~

Suddenly, all the alarms started and the front door of the hotel closed. I picked my gun and ran downstairs.

"MARTIN BRENNER!"

He stopped and looked at me, smiling.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, bastard!" I said, punching him.

"What the... What the hell is wrong with you?" He said.

"You killed my friend, Brenner!" I said, grabbing my gun again. "That's what is wrong with me."

"I don't fucking understand!"

"STOP! LYING! TO ME!" I said, pointing my gun to him. "Richard Tozier, did you know him, sucker?"

He laughed slowly and said. "For your information, he had a painful and slow death."

"AAAAAH!" I shot, but the gun was without ammo.

"What a bad luck, huh?" He said, getting up.

"I'd call it a distraction." I said.

Suddenly a girl took off a blonde wig and stunned Brenner.

"Right on time" I said, smiling.

"Yes..."

"Thank you."

"No problem, this idiot deserved it." She said.

"Oh hey." I said, answering the phone.

"Stan, what the hell happened down there?" Richie asked.

"The plan, Richie." I said. "The plan happened."

Eddie and I discussed about this before he entered my building.

We already knew each other, but we were just work contacts, we never met face to face.

And this plan involved someone, she also had issues with Brenner. She never told us her real name, only let us a codename...

Eleven.