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Green finished her cigarette and tossed it away, moving over to sit on a small wall in front of the warehouse. She buried her face in her hands, suddenly getting the worst headache.

This whole plan had gone to shit, and Joe wasn't even here to make sure things would calm down. Joe's plans always worked; it didn't seem like a coincidence that this was the one that went wrong.

As much as she hated the man, she had to agree with Mr Pink. Joe's plans were always flawless, so the odds of a rat were pretty high.

The question was, who was it?

The fact that Mr Pink pointed out the fact that there could be a rat made Green doubt it was him. She had known Eddie for years, and it was highly unlikely he would turn on his own dad, so it couldn't be him. And like Pink said, Mr Blonde was to homicidal to be working with the cops.

But there was still Mr Orange, Mr White, Mr Blue and Mr Brown to consider. She knew Mr Orange much better than the other guys, on a much more personal level; to think that after some time with him and what she knew about him that he was on the inside all along was stupid and unlikely. Mr White was a very compassionate man, something she didn't see in a lot of criminals, but he was just as panicked as her at the whole situation; who wouldn't be if someone was looking after an injured man.

Mr Blue and Mr Brown were also there to consider, but if Mr White was right about Brown being dead, why would the cops shoot their own? On the other hand, no one knew where Mr Blue was…

Green shook her head to clear her thoughts. She didn't want to think about this just now, even though she should be. She had to wait for Eddie, Pink and White to return, and then they could all discuss the matter when Joe arrived, as adults.

Green lost her train of thought when she heard music coming from the warehouse. Why would Mr Blonde put on the radio? He didn't seem like the kind of man to put on music to calm down a cop, and there certainly wasn't any reason for it now.

Unless there was something that he didn't want her to hear inside…

Green stood up, taking off her heels again and holding them in her hand. She slowly opened the door, and surveyed the room.

Mr Orange was still lying on the floor, not moving from the last time she saw him. The cop was still tied to the chair, but was watching Mr Blonde; he was dancing to the music, with a razor in his hand.

Green entered the room, silently walking towards where Blonde was edging closer to the cop. He was singing along to the radio, seemingly having a fun time watching the cop struggle; she only just noticed he had duct tape around his mouth.

Green felt her blood run cold as Blonde slashed the cop's cheek, laughing as his muffled cries filled the warehouse. She raised her hand to her mouth as she watched Blonde continue to taunt the cop, waving the razor in his face. The cop was struggling in the chair, becoming more and more terrified by the second.

Green took it upon herself to stop Blonde before he seriously hurt the cop. She tightened the grip on one of her heels, and tiptoed behind him, readying herself to strike.

She brought it down hard on the back of Blonde's head, her grunt echoing around the room as she dropped the heel from the force. Mr Blonde winced and held his now bleeding head with his free hand, still clutching the razor in the other. Green definitely did not predict his next move.

He turned around to face her so fast, she almost missed him turning. He had the razor in front of him, and it collided with Green's arm, which was protecting her face. She gasped as she saw the long trail of blood start at her elbow, and drip down to the floor, the cut about half the length of her arm. Blonde grinned at her as she put pressure on the cut and looked at him helplessly; she may as well have hit him with a pillow, as he didn't react to the shoe.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her forcefully in between Orange and the cop. She briefly acknowledged the cop's muffled cries, but she was more concerned about what Blonde was going to do to her.

She tripped over her own feet and landed roughly on her knees, using her hands to stop her face from hitting the floor. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself down, stealing a glance over to Orange in the process; he hadn't budged during the whole encounter.

Blonde laughed down at her as she turned to face him. He kicked her in the stomach with his boot, causing her to collapse to the floor, panting. She began to cough and splutter, holding her stomach from the pain he had caused.

"I'll deal with you later," he spoke, low and clear, then turned his attention back to the cop. He began his cries all over, as Mr Blonde brought the razor to his face one more time.

Green was never one to protect cops, but to lie there and watch Blonde as he tortured a human being was wrong. She quietly got to her knees, one hand still clutching her stomach, the other hand helping her balance. She could taste blood in her mouth, and wiped it away on her sleeve, glaring at Mr Blonde, who was still dancing to the music.

She shakily stood up, seemingly unnoticed by Blonde as he continued tormenting the cop. She had to be thankful for his cries, otherwise Blonde would have heard her creep up behind him.

She took a deep breath, and lunged for him, grabbing his razor hand and pulling it away from the cop. He struggled to shake her off, but finally managed to, elbowing her in the jaw and causing her to stagger back. She held her jaw, gasping from the pain which was now spreading throughout her whole face.

Blonde didn't seem bothered by her interruption, almost as if he was expecting it. He stalked towards her and grabbed her injured arm. She screamed in agony as she felt his steel grip on her wound, forcing her to kneel down on the ground. He held her for what felt like forever, until he spoke to her.

"I didn't wanna do this just now," he sighed, "But I'm afraid have to." He gripped tighter, causing her to scream again. "But I guess it means you can join him for just now." He nodded to the motionless Mr Orange, and let go of her arm.

"What do you-" Green didn't have the time to finish her question before he shoved her backwards. Soon after, she felt the brutal force of Mr Blonde's boot colliding with the side of her face. She caught the look of fear on the cop's face, and the malice on Blonde's, just as she fell to the ground, inches away from where Mr Orange lay.

Mr Blonde stood over her for a few seconds, before walking away from her, returning to the cop. Green felt her eyelids become heavy and her head spin. The music in the room seemed to grow distant as she felt herself slipping out of consciousness.

The last thing she remembered before darkness took over her, was the loud cries of pain from the cop, as Mr Blonde began to slice off his ear.

Orange had heard the thud next to him as he began to slowly wake up from unconsciousness. He didn't open his eyes yet, trying to picture his surroundings in his head.

From what he could vaguely hear, Green and Blonde were definitely still in the warehouse, along with an unfamiliar voice. Music from a radio was blasting throughout the room, making him curious; why was it on?

Cries from the unknown voice alerted him, and he discreetly opened his eyes, not moving. He shifted his gaze around the room, horrified by what he saw.

In front of him was a motionless Green, her back to him, and blood covering one side of her shirt. Her hair was in a messy heap, and her feet were bare. Orange did his best not to react, trying to keep up his still composure, despite anger building up inside him.

Mr Orange looked up discreetly to the source of the cries, taking in the bloody form of a cop and Mr Blonde dancing around him, a razor in one hand. He remained still, not wanting to be caught out, but gripped his handgun tighter in his hand.

"Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." Mr Blonde left the warehouse, dancing along to the rhythm of the song on the radio as he went. Shortly afterwards, he returned with a bottle of gasoline. Mr Orange felt his blood run cold.

The cop began to cry out again as he saw Mr Blonde return with the gasoline, dancing around him with a huge grin on his face. He began to splash the liquid all over the cop's face and body, the man's muffled screams sounding every time he was soaked. Mr Orange began to ready his gun hand, waiting for the opportune moment.

Blonde peeled the duct tape off of the cop's face, as he threw desperate pleas at Blonde.

"Please! Stop!"

Mr Blonde remained indifferent, "That burn a little bit?"

Blonde threw more petrol at the cop as he shook with fear in the seat. Mr Blonde tossed the empty container away, still ignoring the cop's pleas.

"Don't burn me, please!" he continued, "I'm begging you! I don't know anything!"

Mr Blonde stuck out his hand, gesturing for him to be quiet, "You all done?"

"Please," the cop was much more quiet as he spoke, "I have a little kid at home, you can't-"

"You all through?" Blonde cut him off, and took out a lighter.

Orange had had enough. He sat up and emptied his whole handgun clip into Mr Blonde's body as he staggered back towards the front of the warehouse. Mr Orange didn't stop until his whole clip was emptied in the merciless man, and he collapsed to the floor, dead.

Orange dropped his handgun and remained still for a few seconds before turning his attention to the cop and Green. She still hadn't budged, and the cop was watching him, gratitude written all over his face.

"Hey," he muttered weakly to the cop, "What's your name?"

"Marvin Nash."

"Listen to me…Marvin Nash…I'm a cop."

"I know."

Orange looked up at the cop, confused, "You do?"

"Yeah, your name's Freddy somethin'."

Orange raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, Freddy Newendyke." Orange shifted awkwardly over to where Green was lying only a few inches away from him. He turned her over and checked her neck for a pulse, thankful when he found one. He caught sight of her bloody arm, and felt angry at Blonde again.

"What happened?" asked Orange.

The cop began to weep. "He went crazy! He slashed my face, beat up that chick, and then hacked off my ear! He was gonna burn me! That fucking sick bastard!"

Orange nodded slowly, and began to shake Green, trying to get her to wake up. She didn't respond, only lay there, face relaxed as her arm continued to bleed and her face began to bruise. He absent-mindedly reached for her hand, and he pursed his lips, and spoke to the cop again, trying to calm him down.

"Marvin, I need you to hold on." He rubbed Green's hand, hoping she would eventually awake. "There's officer's waiting to move in a block away."

The cop's face dropped, "What the fuck are they waiting for? I'm fucking deformed!"

Orange lashed out at the cop, annoyed with his cries. "Fuck you! I'm fucking dyin' here!" He glanced quickly to his stomach, and toward Green's face; her eyes had twitched at his outburst. "Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. Those cops are gonna wait 'til Joe Cabot shows his head through that door. We're just gonna sit here and bleed 'til he arrives."

The cop was silent after his explanation, his ragged breathing the only thing Orange could hear. Orange gripped Green's hand tighter, hoping she hadn't heard what he had just said to Marvin.

Now was not the time to let her know about his true intentions.