Sebastian's P.O.V

The office was chaotic. 10 cars had already been sent, and i would be on the next one.

"Excuse me." I ask one of the secretaries following the case. She looks up. "Yes, Mr. Smythe."

"Who was shot?" I made sure my face looked straight and any trace of horror or fright was not there.

"Harmony Little, Age 24, Female."

"Thank you." I disappear from her sight letting out a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Smythe, we need you in car 7." My walky-talky sounds off.

I raise the gadget to my lips and mutter a "Yes sir." before placing it back in my pocket. I walk past the phones and into the garage climbing into the car I was appointed to. "Sebastian Smythe, car 7, leaving post." I sigh and move out from the garage.

Halfway down to the bank a buzzer in my car goes off. It takes a minute for me to realize where it came from. I click on the recorder and start the call.

"Hello?" I say into the speaker.

"I was wondering who do you favor go up next." His voice sounded demented, but I was unmoved as I was with most things in his life. Kurt called it a gift.

"Do you have any demands?" I ask impatiently.

"Do you know how to bring back the dead?"

"Anything else?" My face still unaffected.

"Hurry." He whispers and clicks off the call.

I sigh again pulling up to the parking lot of the bank. What do I do now? No demands, No threats. Just a gun, 5 victims, 1 dead woman, and the man that meant everything to me.

The gun goes off again.