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Chapter 1:
The lights were off in the room, the sawdust creating an eerie fog effect. At the moment the only light was the soft light of the moon pouring in through the windows, and the shadows created were sharp, the kind you see shapes and figures in as a child. Of course, the main cause for the unsettling atmosphere was not the lack of lights, or the squeaks in the floorboards or even the piles of boxes stacked in every which way. No, it was the group standing around the one piece of furniture, an old table.
"You're all idiots!" one of the males yelled out suddenly. The other four men had been ignoring his pleads to change the plans the entire night, the blonde had always been the coward. In fact, the only reason they tolerated his presence ever was that he had a good brain when he wanted to use it, and he made damn good coffee.
"And why is that Marcus?" The red head questioned in a sarcastic tone, as if any of them cared why this plan was bad.
Marcus sighed at that. He knew perfectly well they were all just trying to make him look bad, and their laughter proved it. Fighting to keep his voice about the now arising laughter and smart ass comments he said, "She's a Wayne dumb asses."
The room instantly fell silent. The simple word Wayne had hit them like a slap in the face. "That's impossible," one of the men scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. A few of the others murmured comments in agreement but Marcus just shook his head.
"It's true," he began. He dropped a thin file onto the table with a plop, and one of the men opened it to reveal what they had seen before; a picture of a nice looking girl, not stunning but pretty, and a sheet of why she was best for the job. Continuing Marcus said, "She is his daughter. I don't know why boss added her to the stack, but she's the worst choice. Why don't we go with the Lewis girl, after all she was raised by a criminal. No morals in that one."
"The men murmured replies but spent most of their time reading the file. Marcus had a point. Sure the girl was skilled, she had been in gymnastics since she was small and now taught martial arts at a local gym, plus was an expert at all things electronic, but a Wayne was too risky for their plans. They needed someone who was easy to break, with barely any morals to begin with and an anger towards the world hidden inside of her. Not some rich kid who had lived a life of luxury, and was the daughter of the man who gave millions to charity a year. "You're right," one of the men said, the leader of this small group of workers, well second in command really. "It will never work, it's insane of us to try. Gabrielle Campbell it is then."
However, they hadn't noticed an extra figure step into the room a few minutes ago. In fact, they only noticed him now when a familiar laughter rang through the building, causing them to all stand up straight and search through the shadows from their spots. "Now come on gentleman," the familiar voice began, adding emphasis to the gentleman, "What's wrong with a little insanity?"