A/N: Ugh, laziness consumes me…so lazy…

Chapter 6

Abigail walked in on Psycho delicately dismantling a swivel chair by swinging it repeatedly against a wall with all his might. She watched amusedly for a few seconds, but then had to duck as a wheel became disengaged and flew at her head. She made her presence in the room known by clearing her throat loudly.

Psycho whipped around. "Don't do that!"

"Calm down, toaster oven, you're the one smashing company property against the wall."

"Don't you have better things to do?" he growled.

"If you're talking about Max, no, he's still 'resting'."

"He wouldn't happen to be 'resting' in his room, would he?" Psycho asked, slowly edging towards the door.

"Yes, and just so you don't waste your time, Grandfather has been glued to that restraining order monitor thing all day, so don't even try."

Psycho raised an eyebrow (whether it's metallic or not I do not know) "Since when do you care about saving me time?"

"Since I need to help you with something."

Psycho swore under his breath.

"Oh, shut up. You might actually like this."

"I'm waiting."

"I want to get Steel and Martinez out of here. Right now."

"WHAT!"

"Yes. Look, we can't have any fun with them if they're on our side, right? And we can't just kill them now under Grandfather's watch-"

"Just call him Dread! The whole 'grandfather' thing weirds me out."

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Fine then. We can't kill them under Dread's watch because he'd have our heads. Well, actually, just your head, but that's besides the point."

"Is there a point to this babbling?"

"Watch it, Erickson, don't forget who you're talking to." Abigail said menacingly.

Psycho stayed quiet.

"Getting to my point," she said, staring directly at him, "the only way we can be satisfied is if Max and Berto are back on the other side where we can do damage to them without repercussions."

"Well, can't you just talk Dread into letting them go?"

"No. I thought of that. He has too much pride. he probably wants them gone as much as we do, but setting them free would just be acknowledging that his entire plan was a waste of time. So, let's go."

"Where?"

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"Are you sure we should do this now? I think we should be reasonable, Eleanor! Let's just wait a few more days…"

Eleanor turned on her heel and froze Rachel with a look that Rachel herself had just perfected weeks before. "Rachel, we've waited for too long. We're going to get them now. We are not going to wait around any longer, whether that's what Jefferson Smith tells us to do or not."

"Exact replica, my left foot," Rachel muttered.

Yeah, not that great and kind of jumpy, but it's a chapter, isn't it? I have to get back into the swing of things. Ciao!