Chapter 2

The limo stopped in front of a bungalow. The driver pulled up through the drive way. "We're here," Jost announced.

The four men came out from the limo and observed the place. "Wow nice crib" Gustav running his eyes all over the place.

"Couldn't agree more" Bill echoed from the front yard. "Huge!"

Jost turned the keys and opened the door. He switched on the lights the place was light up in a second. They took out their luggage and made their way into the house. Bill left out a sigh and said "Wow… reminds me of home."

"Yup… it does" Tom agreed.

The twins plopped themselves onto the brown leather couch. Meanwhile the other two were playing dibs on rooms. Georg ran downstairs to Tom and Bill.

"Hey guys… There're only two rooms left. Last one to pick gets the smallest room" he said in a game like voice.

Bill and Tom looked at each other as if they could read each other's mind. Well, maybe they can? I'm getting the bigger room, Oh no, you're not! Yes I will! Fine! Last one there is a rotten egg!!

The both of them jumped up and ran. Pushing each other through the hall way and laughing at the same time. Suddenly Bill tripped and fell, which makes Tom the winner and he gets the bigger room.

"Hey! no fair!" Bill growled

"You fell. It's not my fault" Tom said sticking his tongue out. "You snooze, you lose!" he added.

"Whatever!"

Bill got up to his feet and walked to the other end of the hall way. He found an opened door which he already guessed it was going to be his room. He went inside and put his luggage at one corner. He looked around and thought it's not that small.

Bill unpacked his clothes and put it in an empty closet. He took of his make-up and his clothes and took a cool shower. It fits on a hot weather. Then he dried himself with a towel and put on a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

He went out of the room and walked across the family hall. He opened the balcony door and stepped outside. There was a cool breeze as he observed the backyard compound. He took a deep breath and yawned. It's time for his beauty sleep.

He closed the door and walked back to his room. He switched on the air conditioner and cuddled into his bed. In a few minutes he was already in his dreamland. The same thing happened to the others as well. Today was so tiring they decided to leave all the fun for tomorrow.

A bullet ran though his stomach when it was too late for him dodge. He fell down on his back and gripped his shirt in pain. Cloe pointed a gun at his head and held her hand out. "You know what I need" she said in a low tone.

The suspect looked up at her blankly. Cloe grabs him by the collar and whisperes in his ear. "Listen, I don't know what you're playing at. Unless you give me what I need you'll make it out of here alive."

He started to tremble. Cloe smirked. Threatening people is what she likes to do when she's annoyed. The suspect took out a piece of paper from his underwear—yes underwear and handed it over to Cloe.

"Wise choice" Cloe said taking it from his hands. "Nice meeting you," she gave a devilish smug and a solute and walked away. The suspect was left panting for his life.

"Don't you think that was a little too much?" the via wireless buzzed.

"You said to get it… so I got it"

"That doesn't mean you have to shoot him. He's harmless for crying out loud!"

"Hey at least I let him live"

"He's dying you moron!"

"POOH! Just get the paramedics and he'll be fine"

"Fine. Just make sure you analyze that thing."

"Sure, whatever. Owh and don't forget to clean up the mess"

"Good night" it ended with a beep. Cloe went down to the basement and went to the guard house where she kept her stuff. She dusted herself and put on a black trench coat. Then she turns the keys to start the engine of her shiny red Honda V4 motorcycle.

It roared like a lion when Cloe turned the handle. As soon as cloe pressed the peddle it moved as fast as a moving bullet.

Cloe drove into the garage and turned off the engine. She closed the garage and went took off her boots. Carefully she unloads her gun and puts it in its place. She takes off her shoes and went inside. She goes upstairs and suddenly stops. The air surrounding her felt weird. Cloe peeps out the window and saw the garden lights were on. Then she checks both ends of the hall way.

Nothing was wrong. Except that all the room doors were closed. Maybe Marlin's here she thought. Too tired to think, she goes to her room and showers. Then puts on her PJ and goes to bed.

R&R please! I'm anxious to know what you think =D