"Where do you think he's going?" Sara asked me as we looked at the black car speeding away.

"If I were a criminal, I would definitely have a secret lair, someplace where no one else would think to look." I replied in my usual dry tone of voice.

She rolled her eyes, "I got that much, but it's not like we know where the lair is located."

"So specific. Beggars can't be choosers, Assassin."

"I bet the same person that said that said people couldn't change, and look at how wrong they were about that, Crook." She turned around and I smirked at her. Then we started to search the back alleys and streets. I sighed. "I think, we need a more effective method of searching."

"What do you suggest, then? I mean, if I were a crook I would have my secret lair in the darkest, least inhabited place possible, and I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure this is our best bet. Unless you wanna ask the police..." She said, turning toward me and giving me an exasperated look. I raised my eyebrows at her, as if I were saying, 'Really?'.

"Does it look like I want to go to the police, Assassin? But, I happen to know a couple people who might be able to help us."

"Who then, if you're so against talking to the police?"

"I know a guy..."


Sorry this chapter was really short, I will try to write more next time :)

Reviews and suggestions for other stories are much appreciated!