Castle's Pov
An hour earlier, Tyson had run into the apartment filled with adrenaline and darker in his eyes. He had told Richard to 'not ask stupid questions' and Tyson had with panic in his voice said that they were coming closer. Apparently Tyson had needed to walk into another building before he could've met Richard in the "original building". This made no sense for Richard though, because he knew that Tyson's adrenaline wasn't to kill, but to plan. Tyson lived for designing and scheduling someone else's death. What Richard couldn't figure out was why Tyson was shaking his hands when he started tearing everything down from the wall. Richard handed Tyson a big dark plastic bag as Tyson stuffed all papers and pictures in it.
"What the hell Tyson? I thought you had everything under control!" Richard said loudly, helping Tyson tearing down the wall.
"I did. I did. But they must have ratted us out." Richard paused and looked straight at Tyson.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked.
"I will explain to you in time." He didn't say more, and they got out of the building into their car. When they were done stuffing the car with stuff they jumped in and got out on the road.
"Tyson, what the hell is going on?" Richard said frustrated. Tyson gripped the steering wheel and bit his lower lip.
"Terrorists. Bloody terrorists. They wanted a distraction."
"What?" Tyson tilted his head to the left.
"I said, that the terrorists wanted a distraction." Richard was confused, but then he started realizing.
"Wait. So you're working for some terrorists and,"
"You're also working for the terrorists." Tyson cut in. Richard scowled and looked at the dark road.
"So, all of this, killing the women, pulling the 3XK stunt… it's all just a distraction?" Tyson grinned as he nodded.
"Yes."
"Tyson, how many are going to die?" Tyson raised his eyebrows as he turned the car into an abandoned alley.
"I don't know… maybe thousands… maybe one hundred thousand…" Richard swallowed and looked at the old building they had stopped beside of.
"Castle. Everything is going to make sense soon enough- you just got to wait." Richard walked out of the car into the cold air. As he closed the door, he couldn't move. He couldn't move because of what he thought and felt. Richard was curious, to see this kind of death. He felt ashamed at the same time, because these thoughts could only belong to a murderer. As he thought back, he realized that he was just like Tyson. A killer. Even if Richard had thought that he killed that woman to save lives, he realised that he had taken one as well.