Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
"Love and respect do not automatically accompany a position of leadership. They must be earned."
-Unknown
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☪Diana
||New York||
1:10 pm
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"Everyone is here," Simon announces, walking into the empty warehouse. He was dressed in an all back camo wear, his hair braided into rows.
"What about Scott? Have you found him yet?" I ask, putting on my boots. My outfit was much like Simon's, all black camo wear.
"I found him. He says that he sends you his condolences and that he's sorry he couldn't make it this evening." Simon says. "But he will be here when it's time. In the meantime, he sent four of his trusted men to help."
I nod, standing up. "That's nice of him. How many people do we have all together?"
"Thirteen and that's including me and you. Levi hasn't came through yet, so we're just waiting on him."
"He'll be here. He's just running a little late." I say, stopping at the warehouse door.
"Where is Barry?" Simon asks.
"I sent him to the new house. I told him to stay in and to keep low till all of this is over."
Simon nods. "Good, we don't need him getting hurt." He glances at me for a moment, but I could still catch the worrisome in his eyes.
"What is it?" I finally ask, sick of his stares.
Simon shakes his head. "Nothing. It's just... are you seriously going to fight Ford, while you're pregnant?"
"No choice but too."
"But what if something happens?"
"Nothing will," I assure him. "Now stop worrying and open the door so we can meet the people that are helping us."
He smiles slightly. "Your right." He turns the lock on the warehouse door and opens it. Thirteen males of all shades and sizes walk into the warehouse with their heads held high. They look like they could kill you, with just a stare.
