Clearly Vesper would have to be the one to build up that wall between them again, to move them into safer territory.
She spread the blueprints out on the little coffee table in the sitting room that connected their two rooms.Separaterooms. Vesper almost couldn’t believe it when she checked them in. Not that she wasn’t grateful—they needed distance right now if she had any hope of breaking this weird spell Bellamy had put over her.
Bellamy sat across from Vesper, staring blankly at the sheets of paper while Vesper organized them to make sense. She grabbed a pencil to mark their entrance and exits.
“So, this is gonna be a little bit more work than we’re used to. They want us to take out the entire board of some inventing group. Name didn’t ring a bell, but it doesn’t matter. It means there’ll be eight people—most likely Designers—and we have one shot.”
“The whole board?” Bellamy raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“You know they don’t give us that information, Bel,” Vesper sighed. “My guess is someone wants an overturn and they lack the patience to do it the right way. Anyway, this right here”—Vesper circled a room on one sheet of the blueprints—“is their meeting room, 1012. They’ll all be there tomorrow morning, first thing. We basically have to hit them there at sunrise. The client said the earlier the better so they don’t get a chance to finalize any big decisions. Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” Bellamy snapped. She’d been staring at Vesper’s hands.
Bellamy would be on clean up, so Vesper really needed her to pay attention to these next details and not fuck this up. This was a big fucking job for them. Her frustration came back full force as Bellamy zoned out. Good. That was the emotion Vesper needed to hold onto.
“We enter here,” she continued after shooting Bellamy a glare. She circled a small opening on the side of the building on a different sheet of paper. “Then we take these stairs—don’tfucking complain.”
Bellamy sat back and crossed her arms, pouting. “I wasn’t gonna,” she grumbled as she stared at the blueprints.
“To the tenth floor,” Vesper continued. She waited, but aside from a dramatic groan, Bellamy didn’t complain. Vesper continued, “We’ll come out in this hallway”—another circle on the sheet—“and pass five doors on the right before the meeting room. Good?”
“Yep, fuck ton of stairs and then board room. Not hard.”
“Can you take this seriously for once?” Vesper griped, shooting her an annoyed look.
“I am.”
“Fine. Then, I’ll take them out, you guard the door. Make sure no one gets out and don’t leave witnesses. Now…” Vesper’s lip twitched up. “What are you thinking for clean up?”
“Seriously? Come on, Ves. Eight? By myself?”
Vesper raised an eyebrow. Bellamy fell back into her chair, blowing an errant curl away from her face and crossing her arms. “Can’t we just?—”
“No fires!” Vesper interrupted. “And no blowing up the building either.”
Bellamy rolled her eyes. “They better be paying us a lot to get eight fucking bodies cleaned from ten stories up.”
“Hope so.” Vesper checked her watch. “All right, dinner then we should sleep. I want to know your plan before bed. Let’s be out the door by six tomorrow morning. Should give us enough time—the building is only a few minutes from here.”
Vesper was in the adjoined sitting room exactly fifteen minutes before they were set to leave. She had her bag packed, her water bottle filled, and she’d already eaten breakfast. There was no sound coming from Bellamy’s room. She briefly considered banging on the door. They’d stayed up for a couple hours after dinner, and Bellamy had yet to tell Vesper what she planned for cleanup.
Vesper had been toying around with a few ideas of her own since, apparently, Bellamy couldn’t be trusted to do any part of her job now. She was jiggling her leg—an anxious tick that drove Bellamy insane—and shuffling through the blueprints again. They might be able to sneak the bodies onto the service elevator atthe end of the corridor if they cut them up really small and tossed them into bags.
She almost groaned out loud at the thought. It didn’t matter that their magic was powerful enough to do most of the work, dead people smelled fucking disgusting. Even worse when they’d been cut open and covered in their own blood, piss, and shit—one of the reasons she stuck Bel with cleanup after their blow up.
Their employers wanted no evidence left behind, which meant no bodies to be found. They had to come up with a plan. Right now, that was the best one Vesper could think of. They could toss the bags in a dumpster, and then Bellamy could have a field day with the fires she so desperately craved.
At six a.m. on the dot, Bel came out of her room. Vesper’s gaze flitted over her tight black t-shirt and tighter black pants. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and Vesper breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was dressing appropriately for their assignment.
“Ready?” Vesper asked, shooting to her feet. She shoved the blueprints into her bag then kicked the bag under the table.
“Yep.”
“Do you have clean up figured out?”
A pause. “Obviously,” Bellamy replied slowly.
Vesper narrowed her eyes. “Gonna let me in on it?”
