Chapter 25 – (No title…sorry)

"Really? That's all I have to do?"

"It's not much," Vincent said cleaning the lint off of his dark purple coat with a lint roller "I think you can handle it."

They had been looking over the territory in the apartment that they were occupying (using fake names of course) but for the most part, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria was its usual self, and Vincent was continuing to make sure that everybody was in place. For the most part, everybody was. Vincent was continuing to pace across the room making sure that everybody knew their part, Jack had taken the opportunity to take a nice long nap on the couch, and Valarie was in the small kitchen just relaxing and brewing strange liquids, one of which smelled a bit like kerosene mixed with the rather pleasant smell of French toast, and he was just relaxing on the couch listening to his boss continue his rather long rant.

"So I just distract the cops long enough so that we can…you know…get the job done."

"Exactly," The purple-clothed man answered

He wasn't really sure why Vincent was so bent on bringing this company down. I mean, if he wanted to just sue them, he could have done it years ago, so why go through all this trouble of murder?

He wanted to ask him, but he knew how he would respond: the exact same way he always did with some sort of death threat.

He just assumed that the company did something that Vincent wasn't exactly to happy about and that he was seeking revenge on his former corporation.

But some part of him was still curious; Vincent didn't seem like the kind of guy that wanted to take down a company. Maybe he was working for somebody?

That seemed to be about right, and since it wasn't too personal or too deep, he just might be able to get an answer without a death threat.

"Just curious Vincent," he asked "Who do you work for?"

His long-time ally was silent as and even stopped in mid-movement.

"Somebody you don't want to meet at night," he answered as he continued through the cramped apartment.

He really was kind of scared, who was this person, what did he want of them.

"Can I ask what his name is?"

Vincent was quiet and looked out of the window in a sad, almost depressed way.

His boss then turned around and actually answered his question.

"I don't know his name," He answered "But I do know that he isn't the most pleasant looking of people."

He was curious about what the boss that Vincent had spoken about looked like, but unfortunately, Vincent had already given him a very profound look that seemed to reek of don't even think about it.

So he didn't and thought about other things on his mind that were bothering him.

"So how do you want me to distract them?" He asked "I mean, do you want a random gunshot or just for me to punch a cop and go on a speed chase or something?"

"Use your imagination," Vincent snapped as he grabbed an old id card to the restaurant.

He guessed he must have put him in a bad mood, given that his footsteps were noticeably heavier and that he was starting to shake Jack a bit more violently than somebody would need to wake up.

"W-wa? I'm awake! I'm awake!" the red-headed man said, his hair a little more out-of-control than it usually was.

"Were going to launch soon,"

Jack then looked down at his watch.

"But it's only three!" he wined "Can't I take a nap for a few more hours?"

"We don't have a few more hours," Vincent lectured as he cleaned up hia friend :"I don't mean to sound bossy, kind cause I am one, but we really need to get ready for today."

Jack raised his finger and gave a look that he was about to say something important, but he then shuddered and just shut up.

"Is that all you have to say?" He asked him.

"Actually…no," He answered

"Really?"

"Yeah," Jack answered "After today…I think I'm going to take a break for a little bit, kind of like a mini-retirement"

"Retirement?" Vincent asked "You're only like, twenty nine,"

"I know. I know," He said "It's just that I think I need a little break from the action. You know maybe find something else to do. Not that I don't like you it's just that I wanna branch out my options a bit…that's all."

The purple trench coated man scratched his peach fuzz of a beard that was beginning to grow on his chin

"Very well then,' Vincent said "I'll give you a little break then,"

"Thanks man," Jack said as he stood to his full height, which was actually pretty tall, and stretched out with a resounding yawn.

"Well, time to get ready," He said as he scratched his back and then walked out of the apartment.

"Alright then," Vincent said as after Jack had left the room "I'm assuming you all know your positions so, at five thirty we strike,"

"Fine,"

While he wanted in on the action, there was just one part of him that was just nagging him: why was he doing this.

Not that he didn't enjoy his job (He thought it was about a B- at least) but it still haunted his mind that here he was, about to risk his life just to shut down some children's company. A freakin' Children's company.

It's not that he didn't trust Vincent (He proved time and time again to be quite smart about these kinds of things) It's just that, he wasn't too sure if what he was doing was really….worthwhile anymore. In fact, Stew began to wonder if he had done anything productive or worthwhile in his life.

Maybe he would go down a rout like Jack: retire after a long life of crime. Although it would be difficult to hide, it wasn't too difficult; it seemed possible to actually do.

He pulled out the grey barrel of a shotgun, his rusty shotgun that very rarely failed him, and prepared himself for an inevitable confrontation with Cecil, but right when he was about to go to his apartment, Vincent stood in him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

He didn't really know how to respond to that, exact with a "Sort of," response.

"Hey, I know how you feel," Vincent related "Just stay calm, I got backup to take you out of the distraction area, that way, you won't be caught."

"Vincent,"

"Yes?"

"I know I shouldn't be asking thins, but what if we fail?"

That thought actually caused for there a strong silence throughout the room.

A few moments later, he answered.

"Don't worry guys," Vincent said "Even if we fail, we have a backup plan."

"We do?" Valarie asked.

He nodded.

"If all else fails, we have a rather angry night guard who can help us out. And I can guarantee you that he'll be happy to bring this place down even if we don't."

End of Chapter.

Well…that's all for now, bye!