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Richard followed the calculated coordinates provided, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he navigated through the bustling city streets. The destination that awaited them none other than the illustrious Luxurious Lallet Hotel.
The Lallet had garnered a reputation as a haven of luxury, drawing guests from far and wide with its exquisite offerings. While it catered to various social events, it had earned a special place in the hearts of couples seeking an enchanting setting for their wedding ceremony. The grandeur of the ancient building was a testament to its rich history, meticulously preserved and adorned with timeless elegance. From the sprawling display of greenery to the intricate antique details, the hotel emanated an irresistible romantic allure, making it a coveted hotspot for any couple.
However, the Lallet's splendor had recently been tainted by a series of gruesome events. Over the past year, it had become the target of a malevolent force. A cold-blooded sniper, shrouded in mystery, had mercilessly invaded the sanctity of wedding ceremonies. Dubbed by the media as The Wedding Crasher, this unknown assailant had callously slain innocent couples at the very moment they exchanged their vows, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.
Despite the magnitude of the crimes committed within its walls, the Lallet found itself ensnared in a bewildering quandary. Multiple investigations had been launched, countless hours spent scrutinizing every nook and cranny of the hotel. Yet, the elusive serial killer remained one step ahead, leaving no trace of evidence behind. Even the state-of-the-art security cameras scattered throughout the premises had failed to capture the perpetrator's arrival or departure, leaving investigators frustrated and the case at a disheartening impasse.
As news of the ongoing murders spread like wildfire, an eerie cloud settled over the once-vibrant halls of the Lallet. The hotel's once-flourishing business had plummeted dramatically, couples recoiling in fear from the mere thought of exchanging vows within its haunted corridors. With no viable solution in sight, the desperate owner had reached the end of their tether, casting a desperate lifeline towards the Titans, a formidable team renowned for their extraordinary abilities.
Now, as Richard approached the majestic grounds of the Lallet, he carried with him the weight of the owner's hopes and the collective fear that gripped the establishment. The Titans were their final beacon of salvation, their last chance at restoring peace to the once-beloved wedding destination.
"Let's go over the plan again," Richard addressed his team, his eyes focused on the road as he continued to drive towards their destination.
While everyone wasn't fond of the plan being repeated, only one member of the team voiced his annoyance.
"Again?" Garfield groaned from the backseat.
"Yes, again." Richard replied firmly, his gaze meeting Garfield's through the rearview mirror. "This is a critically important undercover mission, and we cannot afford any mistakes. The slightest slip-up could jeopardize the entire operation. Victor will proceed in his own vehicle, assuming the role of the Minister who will be officiating the wedding ceremony. Kori and I will assume the identities of the bride and groom, Sarah and Johnny Smith."
Richard understood that assuming the roles of the blissful couple, Sarah and Johnny Smith, would come naturally to him and Kori, as their own wedding had taken place just a few months ago. However, his concern lay with how the others would fare in their respective undercover personas.
Victor was known for his meticulous approach to undercover missions, displaying a genuine commitment to his assumed identities. Raven, too, possessed a similar dedication, even though she sometimes struggled with discomfort around her false persona. However, it was Garfield who posed a significant challenge.
The changeling often found it difficult to retain essential details about his fabricated backstory, making it problematic for him to blend seamlessly into undercover operations. His intermittent lapses and difficulty in staying incognito created the impression that he didn't take the mission seriously enough. Aware of Garfield's shortcomings, Richard had often assigned him roles that allowed him to transform into a naturally green animal. This peculiar advantage had aided in diverting attention from his occasional slip-ups. Unfortunately, this particular mission demanded the team to maintain their human forms, leaving Garfield vulnerable to distractions and his struggle to maintain focus.
Richard's gaze remained fixed on the road as he spoke. "Raven and Garfield will be our witnesses, Michael and Janet. You got that, Gar?" He reiterated.
"Yes." Garfield responded curtly, his annoyance palpable. He couldn't help but feel singled out, believing that Richard was spelling everything out solely for his benefit. While he acknowledged that he had made mistakes in previous missions, he couldn't understand why his leader seemed to target him specifically. It seemed as though his friends had lost faith in his abilities, a realization that only fueled his frustration.
"What's your name?" Richard inquired, reinforcing the importance of the mission.
"Michael Janet," Garfield replied, causing Richard to let out an exasperated sigh, his head shaking in disbelief.
Raven, seated beside Garfield, rolled her eyes at his response. "You're Michael, I'm Janet." She corrected with a hint of exasperation.
"Please, Garfield. For the sake of the mission." Richard pleaded with him.
Despite the strained atmosphere, Garfield mustered a surge of confidence in an attempt to reassure his leader. "Dick, stop worrying. I got this." He confidently proclaimed, hoping to dispel any doubts surrounding his capabilities.
"Azar help us," Raven whispered quietly, her gaze drifting towards the passing scenery outside the window.
Richard pressed on, determined to convey the mission's details amidst the swirling doubts and frustrations. "The wedding is tomorrow," he continued, his voice steady. "And despite the owner's plea for our help, he remains unaware of our plan. Once we arrive at The Lallet, we'll check into our suite. It's going to be an intimate ceremony, with just the four of us and our Minister. The Wedding Crasher typically strikes before the couple has a chance to leave the altar. To ensure our safety, Kori and I will be wearing bulletproof vests discreetly concealed beneath our wedding attire."
"How's that gonna look under a wedding dress?" Garfield interject, amusement in his tone.
Kori turned towards him from the passenger seat, a smile gracing her face as she responded. "We've resourcefully integrated the protective armor into the dress's corset. No one will be able to tell that I'm bulletproof."
As their destination drew nearer, Richard couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. He understood that the success of their operation relied on their ability to seamlessly portray their undercover personas. "We're getting close." He informed the team, a note of apprehension evident in his voice. "Better put on the disguises."
From the passenger seat, Kori reached into her bag and retrieved a long strawberry blonde wig. With practiced ease, she gathered her vibrant red hair into a loose bun and skillfully tucked it underneath the blond locks. She then carefully placed a pair of specially designed glasses over her eyes, which transformed her distinct alien irises into more human-like ones.
Behind her, Raven pulled out her own wig. She slipped on the black hair and neatly secured it in place, concealing her lavender locks beneath the ebony strands. Adjusting the bangs to cover her forehead, she discreetly hid her distinctive red chakra from prying eyes.
Meanwhile, Garfield couldn't resist a smirk of amusement as he observed the girls meticulously donning their wigs. His own disguise was considerably easier, as he simply reached into his pocket and retrieved his holo ring, effortlessly slipping it onto his finger. The holographic technology transformed his appearance, requiring minimal effort on his part.
Unable to resist provoking a reaction, Garfield leaned back in his seat and addressed Raven with a hint of arrogance. "How are you managing that wig, Raven?" He teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes and he stifled a laugh as Raven shot him a venomous glare, clearly unamused by his antics.
"Okay, guys, settle down." Richard interjected, his voice firm, hoping to defuse any potential argument.
After Kori inspected herself in the mirror and deemed her disguise satisfactory, she reached into her bag and retrieved a pair of round glasses, handing them to Richard.
Garfield couldn't resist another jab, playfully commenting. "Nice disguise. Very Clark Kent of you, Dick."
"It's Johnny," Richard corrected him sharply. "Get that through your head, Michael."
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny." Garfield repeated mockingly. "Look, Vic, I mean the Minister, and I have a bet going on. I guess he also thinks I'm going to screw this up."
"You probably will." Raven chimed in nonchalantly.
Garfield's tone grew more serious. "Well, I have a hundred bucks saying that I won't. Okay? So, trust me when I say I am determined not to mess this up."
As their banter subsided, Richard announced their arrival. "We're here." He declared, guiding the car toward The Lallet Hotel.
After parking their vehicle, the team members stepped out one by one, their eyes drawn upwards to the grandeur of the magnificent building before them. The Lallet Hotel stood as a testament to traditional architecture, its ornate features commanding attention and admiration.
Yet, amidst the awe-inspiring beauty, an eerie undertone hung in the air. The once enchanting establishment had become the backdrop for tragic tales of lost love. Countless couples had met their untimely demise within its walls, transforming the picturesque hotel into a haunting reminder of shattered dreams and interrupted beginnings. The weight of those lost lives cast a haunting shadow over the ancient structure, an unshakeable darkness that permeated the atmosphere.
Ascending the imposing staircase that led to the entrance, the man with dark hair and round glasses walked alongside his fiancée, their steps filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. As they entered the elaborate foyer of the Lallet Hotel, the bride gently tucked back a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear, her gaze darting around in awe, taking in the breathtaking surroundings.
Trailing behind the couple was a black-haired girl, typically immune to the allure of such opulence, but even she couldn't help but acknowledge the breathtaking sight before her. The monumental hotel commanded her attention, captivating her senses in ways she hadn't expected.
Standing beside her, the blond-haired boy wore a look of sheer astonishment, his mouth slightly ajar as he took in the spectacular building before him. The grandeur and architectural splendor left him momentarily speechless, a testament to the magnificence that lay within the ancient walls of The Lallet Hotel.
As the team stepped into the lobby of The Lallet Hotel, their senses were immediately greeted by a sight that took their breath away. The grandeur of the space was emphasized by the soaring ceiling, revealing multiple floors that showcased the vastness of the establishment. Their gazes were drawn upward, marveling at the intricate details of the architecture.
A magnificent crystal chandelier, hanging resplendently from above, bathed the lobby in a warm, ethereal glow. Its countless crystal prisms refracted the light, casting shimmering patterns across the expansive space.
The floors, impeccably maintained, were adorned with well-cut marble tiles that mirrored the opulence of the surroundings. The polished surface was so immaculate that one could see their own reflection, as if walking upon a glistening mirror. Each step echoed subtly, a testament to the hotel's commitment to perfection.
Adding to the ambience of tranquility, a sizable water fountain took center stage in the heart of the lobby. Its cascading waters fell gracefully, creating a gentle symphony of rhythmic splashes that reverberated throughout the space. The soothing sound provided a serene backdrop, inviting guests to immerse themselves in the hotel's oasis of tranquility.
Richard approached the elegant front desk with Kori by his side, exuding an air of love and devotion. "Checking in for the Smith party." He smoothly informed the attendant, his gaze tenderly shifting towards his bride-to-be as he tightened his grip on her hand.
Richard understood the importance of attention to detail in maintaining their undercover personas. He knew precisely when to showcase their affection, allowing the onlookers and the lady at the front desk to witness their genuine adoration. Expressing his love for Kori came effortlessly to him as it was a reflection of their true feelings, not just a facade.
While Richard took care of the check-in process, Raven took it upon herself to keep a watchful eye on Garfield, mindful of his tendency to become easily distracted. In most cases, Victor would be tasked with the responsibility of being Garfield's "babysitter," but this time, the responsibility fell on Raven's shoulders.
Garfield, true to form, found himself captivated by the remarkable surroundings, his gaze fixed on the intricate ancient accents adorning the walls. It wasn't uncommon for the changeling to lose himself in the allure of his surroundings, a factor that often contributed to his unintentional jeopardizing of missions.
"This place is incredible!" Garfield exclaimed, unable to contain his amazement as a well-dressed man approached them, a warm smile adorning his face.
"I'm glad you think so." The man responded, his smile unwavering. "Hello, I'm the owner, Elliot Lallet." He extended his hand, which Garfield shook without hesitation.
"Hi, we are the Smith party." Garfield introduced himself.
"Congratulations, you two. You make a beautiful couple." Elliot complimented before walking away and signaling for the bellhop to assist them with their bags.
"Why is he congratulating us?" Garfield questioned before turning to Raven, who was seething in anger next to him.
"The wedding party, fantastic!" Elliot's grin widened. "I presume you two are Johnny and Sarah?" He assumed, directing his gaze towards Raven standing beside Garfield.
Raven quickly shook her head at the man's assumption but before she could correct him Garfield answered him. "Yes, we are." He responded, unaware of his mistake. As the words left his lips, Raven's eyes widened, and she swiftly turned towards Garfield, her mouth slightly agape, shocked by his error.
"Congratulations, you two. You make a beautiful couple." Elliot congratulated them before walking away, signaling for the bellhop to assist them with their bags.
"Why is he congratulating us?" Garfield asked, confusion eminent on his face. He turned to Raven for a possible answer, only to see her seething with anger.
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"We were there for five minutes! Five minutes was all it took for you to jeopardize this mission!" Richard's voice boomed through the VIP suite, his frustration palpable.
The team now stood in the spacious suite, a corner of the room housing two full-sized beds adjacent to a modest living area. The living room featured a small couch, two comfortable chairs arranged around a coffee table, and a large television. Towards the back of the room, a half kitchen with its own fridge, stove, and cupboards provided basic amenities. Against the wall, two bedrooms were attached to the suite, offering privacy for the team members.
In the midst of the suite's setup, Victor had assembled a couple of tables in the living room, meticulously arranging his computers and ensuring that his surveillance cameras were primed and ready for the upcoming crucial event. Unfazed by Garfield's misstep, Victor focused on his tasks, attempting to tune out the scolding unfolding behind him.
Raven stood in the corner of the room, gently rubbing her temples as she attempted to soothe her rising frustration. While she wasn't entirely surprised by Garfield's blunder, she hadn't anticipated it happening quite so swiftly. Now, she grappled with the reality of being exposed as the bride-to-be, a designation she found horrifying.
Seated on one of the beds in the corner, Kori observed the tense scene unfold. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Garfield, recognizing that his mistake was unintentional. She wished her teammates weren't so harsh on him for an accident that anyone could have made.
Richard, unable to contain his anger, vented his frustration at Garfield. "We went over and over the facts, just for you! I repeated our names multiple times! I honestly can't believe you managed to screw this up so quickly!" He threw his hands up in exasperation.
"It was an accident, Dick!" Garfield shot back defensively.
"No, I'm not Dick, I'm not even Johnny anymore. I'm Michael now. Thanks to you." Richard retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Garfield.
"I get it! I screwed up! Just like you all predicted!" Garfield's voice rose, his frustration seeping through. "But the mission isn't ruined. We just have different parts to play."
"Yep, and now you're the groom. Congratulations, you're getting married tomorrow," Richard concluded, crossing his arms in annoyance, his disappointment etched across his face.
Feeling the need to intervene, Kori got up from the bed and approached the pair. "I think we all need to take a breath and calm down." She said, standing in-between the boys before turning to face Richard. "Richard, maybe we should go on a walk, and clear our heads." She calmly suggested.
It was her job to keep the peace, and she hoped separating the boys would give them each some time to calm down and reflect.
Richard let out a long breath as he aggressively ran his hand through his hair. "Your right, I need some air." He spoke before turning to Kori.
His eyes abruptly went to the shiny ring on her finger, and he sighed again.
"Kori, could you give your ring to Raven?"
Kori nodded, pulling the band off her finger before handing it to Raven. She then grabbed Richard's arm, slowly escorting him outside the room.
Sensing the escalating tension, Kori rose from the bed and positioned herself between Richard and Garfield, attempting to diffuse the situation. "I think we all need to take a breath and calm down." She suggested, standing as a mediator between the two boys. She turned to face Richard. "Richard, maybe we should go on a walk and clear our heads." She calmly proposed, hoping that separating them would provide an opportunity for reflection and peace.
Recognizing the insight in Kori's words, Richard released a long exhale, his frustration evident as he ran a hand aggressively through his hair. "You're right, I need some air." He concurred, turning his attention to Kori. His gaze momentarily fixated on the gleaming ring adorning her finger and he sighed once more. "Kori, could you give your ring to Raven?" He requested, the weight of the situation pressing upon him.
Kori nodded understandingly, removing the band from her finger and passing it to Raven. She then gently grasped Richard's arm, guiding him towards the door.
Left alone in the suite, Garfield couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He let out a loud groan, dramatically falling onto the bed. "I knew I should have made a cheat sheet." He grumbled to himself, wallowing in his disappointment.
"We should have just taped your mouth shut." Raven retorted sharply, her irritation palpable.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're mad at me too," Garfield huffed, casting his gaze upwards towards the ceiling.
"We had everything planned out perfectly. And now, because of your incompetence, we are the ones getting married tomorrow." She admonished him, her voice laced with venom as she reminded him of the gravity of their situation.
"I know." Garfield replied, annoyance seeping through his words.
"We were supposed to be supporting characters. We didn't have to say anything, we just had to be there for the happy couple." Raven continued, her frustration mounting.
"I know." Garfield repeated, feeling the weight of his mistake.
"And now, we have to be the happy couple!" She exclaimed, her frustration reaching its peak.
"I know, Raven!" Garfield yelled, his voice rising as he sat up to face her directly.
"Do you?" She shot back harshly. "Do you know how hard it's going to be for us to look like we are madly in love?!" Her frustration was evident, her emotions simmering close to the surface.
Victor couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding amusement in the predicament they now found themselves in.
"I can't even look at you right now without seething! And now, because of your slip-up, I'm supposed to look at you with passion and love? Richard and Kori are newlyweds. They are in love. This was going to be easy for them." Raven vented her exasperation.
"Well then, start practicing your goo-goo eyes, Baby!" Garfield retorted, his frustration boiling over as he stood up defiantly. "Because tomorrow, we are getting hitched!"
With an exasperated huff, Raven stormed out of the room, forcefully slamming the door behind her, leaving Garfield alone to contemplate the consequences of his mistake.
"Smooth," Victor commented, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he continued his work.
Garfield, feeling the weight of his mistakes, turned to face Victor, his arms crossed defensively. "Oh, what? You gonna yell at me now? Everyone else has." He retorted, with clear frustration.
"Nope," Victor replied calmly, his gaze meeting Garfield's. "You've gotten enough of that. I just think you might want to consider getting on Raven's good side. The mission now relies on both of you. If you can't convincingly portray the happy couple, you'll only be digging a deeper hole for yourself."
"Wonderful..." Garfield groaned, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. He slowly turned his attention towards the door, his desire to be alone and reflect on the mess he had created growing stronger. However, he knew Victor's words held truth. The success of the mission now hinged entirely on his ability to tear down the barricade between him and Raven- his bride.
Letting out a long sigh, Garfield mustered up the determination to face the situation head-on. He began to move towards the door, intending to seek out Raven, but Victor swiftly extended his arm, effectively blocking Garfield's path.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Victor asked pointedly, a knowing glint in his eyes.
Garfield huffed loudly, his frustration visible as he rolled his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting two fifty-dollar bills. With a mix of resignation and acceptance, he slapped the bills onto Victor's open hand, acknowledging the debt he owed.
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Richard took a deep breath, finding solace in the calming presence of Kori as they strolled down the long, dimly lit halls of the hotel. Even without exchanging words, her mere presence seemed to soothe his racing thoughts. He found himself holding her hand a little tighter, a small smile gracing his lips as they wandered aimlessly through the corridors.
But their tranquil moment of reflection was abruptly interrupted as Elliot's voice echoed through the hotel, drawing their attention. Slowing their pace, Richard and Kori approached the open doors leading to the nearly empty hotel dining hall.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Vinson?" Elliot's voice resonated with a mix of defiance and irritation.
"We raised our offer, and I highly recommend you take it. You won't get anything higher for this place." Mr. Vinson, an imposing figure, informed him assertively.
"I told you, I am not selling." Elliot retorted harshly.
"Mr. Lallet, look at this place." Mr. Vinson gestured expansively, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "It's dead. No one wants to come to the murder hotel. Your only option is to sell."
"This place has been in my family for generations. And if you think I'm going to part with it to some money-hungry buffoon like yourself, then you are mistaken." Elliot declared fiercely, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
Mr. Vinson narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of spite flashing across his face. "You haven't heard the last of me, Mr. Lallet. I always get what I want." He warned, his tone leaving no room for doubt, before storming out of the empty room.
Left alone, Elliot let out a long sigh, running a tired hand down his face, his features etched with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. As he walked out of the room, his eyes met Richard and Kori, who had been witness to the intense exchange.
"Can you point us in the direction of the bar?" Richard quickly interjected before Elliot could question their presence or eavesdropping.
"Oh, of course." Elliot responded with a forced smile, momentarily setting aside his concerns. "It's down that hall and to the right." He gestured towards the direction of the bar, masking the turmoil that lay beneath the surface. "Enjoy your evening."
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As Garfield walked down the long halls of the hotel, he found himself immersed in a sea of introspection. Each step brought him closer to confronting the reality of his blunder and the weight of its consequences.
He knew deep down that he hadn't intentionally set out to mess everything up. The realization of his mistake only intensified his self-reflection. He realized that his defensive response to the others hadn't conveyed the remorse he genuinely felt for his mistake. It was clear to him now that his careless attitude and lack of focus had put the entire operation in jeopardy. This mission was not meant to be taken lightly, lives were at stake, and the weight of that responsibility weighed heavily on his conscience.
In the midst of his contemplation, Garfield reminded himself of the true purpose behind their presence in the hotel. This wasn't a leisurely vacation, they were on a crucial mission to stop a villain, a heartless murderer who had been robbing innocent lives of their happiness.
Determined not to let his slip-up define the mission's outcome, Garfield resolved to make amends for his mistakes and set things right. He understood that his actions had consequences, but he refused to let those mistakes derail their objective. He was committed to making things right, starting with repairing his relationship with Raven.
With renewed determination, Garfield pushed aside his frustration and focused on finding Raven. He knew he had to extend an olive branch, to demonstrate through his actions that he was committed to rectifying his mistakes and ensuring the success of their mission.
...
Seeking solace and a moment of rest, Raven found herself drawn to a secluded spot within the vast grounds of the hotel. Behind the grand building, she discovered a hidden gem—a small balcony that overlooked the large, meticulously maintained garden. The garden was adorned with a plethora of vibrant plants and an array of captivating flowers. A stone pathway meandered gracefully through the garden, leading to a breathtaking stone fountain.
Taking in the serene surroundings, Raven felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. The gentle murmur of the fountain created a melodic symphony, harmonizing with the distant chirping of birds that filled the air. It was a haven of natural beauty, a respite from the troubles that plagued her mind.
Leaning against the balcony railing, Raven immersed herself in the calming ambiance of the garden. She inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh greenery invigorating her senses, momentarily providing a reprieve from the turmoil within. Her gaze wandered, capturing the vivid colors of blooming flowers that painted the landscape.
However, her attention was inevitably drawn to her hand, where the ring now adorned her finger— the reality of her now being the one getting married tomorrow becoming as real as the diamond on the ring. The weight of the responsibility she now carried settled upon her, making the reality of tomorrow's impending wedding all the more tangible.
Despite the weight on her shoulders, Raven allowed herself this moment of peace. She continued to lean over the balcony, finding solace in the simple yet profound beauty of nature surrounding her. The garden provided a sanctuary where she could momentarily escape her agitated mental state and seek solace in the peaceful embrace of the greenery and the harmonious sounds that permeated the air.
But amidst the soothing array of sounds from the garden, another set of voices reached Raven's ears. Directly below the balcony, two housekeeping staff members were engrossed in a secret smoke break, their conversation carrying up to where she stood.
"Elliot has really been hounding my ass today." One of them grumbled, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.
"It's because there's a reception tomorrow." The other staff member informed her, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Here we go, another shooting." The first employee scoffed, rolling her eyes. "How is he even able to keep this place open after all this?"
"I'm not sure, but I know he's losing money because of it."
"He needs to bite the bullet and sell already."
"He still hopes he can pass it down to his son."
"Elisha? That brat doesn't want this place."
"I hear Elliot has got some business tycoons harassing him. Those people will do anything to get what they want."
"You don't think they are behind the shootings?"
The two housekeeping staff members exchanged uncertain glances, shrugging their shoulders before stubbing out their cigarettes.
"I wouldn't put it past them."
As the staff members retreated back into the hotel, Raven felt a sense of urgency. She knew she needed to report what she had overheard to Richard and the team. However, despite the importance of the information, she wasn't ready to face the situation just yet. She needed a little more time alone to gather her thoughts before confronting the repercussions of Garfield's mistake.
Dealing with Garfield's occasional slip-ups had become a familiar occurrence for Raven and the team. They had learned to navigate his negligence, even if it sometimes proved challenging. Yet, this particular incident stood out as one for the records. It added an extra layer of dread and unease to Raven's already troubled state of mind.
The stress of the mission now rested entirely on her shoulders, but not in terms of her fighting skills or ability to withstand pressure. This time, she was forced to deceive everyone into believing she was a blissful bride ready to embark on a lifetime of love and commitment. It was an unfamiliar territory for her. Ignoring the fact that she had never been married, Raven had honestly never thought about herself getting married. The idea of such an emotional act honestly never seemed appealing to her.
In fact, the concept of such an emotional bond had always seemed unappealing to Raven. The memories of attending Kori and Richard's wedding, dressed in a tight gown, uncomfortable heels, and layers of makeup, only solidified her aversion to such affairs. And now, fate had thrust her into a situation where she had to endure it all over again, but this time as the one walking down the aisle and professing her fabricated love.
Lost in her thoughts, Raven let out a prolonged sigh, adding more guilt to the person who had joined her on the verandah.
"I'm sorry." Garfield spoke softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I know this Is all my fault." Although Raven heard the sincerity in his words, she remained fixated on the terrace, her indifference shielding her emotions. "Not that my words have any weight to them, but I promise I will take this more seriously," Garfield quickly added, stealing a glance at the name etched on his arm. "Sarah."
Another long breath escaped Raven's lips, but this time, it carried a sense of acceptance. Slowly, she turned around to face Garfield, meeting his gaze. "Good." She replied, her voice a mixture of resignation and determination. "Johnny."
Garfield's smile conveyed a mixture of gratitude and hope. "Will you come back inside with me?" He asked, extending his hand towards her. "My love."
Raven stared at the outstretched hand, the cordial name making it difficult for her to take his hand. However, she recognized the reality of their situation and the roles they had to play. With a measured nod, she finally reached out, placing her hand in his.
This was what they were now, and she had to accept that.
Releasing another small sigh, Raven forced a meek smile and accepted his hand. Together, they turned and made their way back into the hotel, their intertwined hands a tangible reminder of the challenges they would face and the need to work together to salvage the mission.
Garfield could tell Raven was holding in her distaste for the pet-name, and he suppressed the urge to snicker at her expense. He understood the importance of making her feel comfortable and happy during this trying time. So, he kept his mouth shut as they walked down the hall, only to abruptly bump into a younger gentleman while passing a corner.
"Whoops, sorry." Garfield quickly apologized for the collision.
The man responded with a disdainful glare towards the couple before casting a disapproving glance at the shiny ring adorning Raven's finger.
"Augh, newlyweds." He huffed distastefully.
Taken aback by the man's rudeness, Garfield and Raven exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to react. Before they could walk away, Elliot rushed forward to intervene,
"Don't mind him." He quickly intervened, wearing a forced smile upon his face. "Elisha is my son. And sometimes he can be a little... moody." He nervously laughed.
Garfield and Raven observed the odd interaction, their curiosity piqued by the peculiar behavior, but decided to continue on their way, leaving the father and son behind.
"Seriously? Another wedding? Aren't they scared of the killer?" Elisha asked, his voice filled with a mix of annoyance and concern.
"Keep your voice down," Elliot whispered, his tone urging caution. "This is the first wedding in months, and I would rather you not scare them away with this killer business."
Elisha crossed his arms defiantly. "Don't you think it is irresponsible of you to keep this place open when the guests are getting murdered?"
Elliot's face hardened, his resolve unwavering. "I am handling the situation." He insisted, his voice laced with determination. "So can you try to not be rude to our guests, especially such important ones."
"Just close this place already!" Elisha shot back, his frustration escalating. "We have over 6,000 rooms and a total of 50 guests. It's not worth it!"
Elliot's gaze hardened, his voice firm and unwavering. "The Lallet has been in our family for generations. I will not let it go out of business." He told his son, the weight of his family's legacy evident in his words. "I would hope you would care more about it, seeing as you will be running it someday."
Elisha's frustration reached its peak. "How many times do I have to tell you! I don't want this stupid hotel!" He yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway,
The tension between father and son hung heavily in the air as Garfield and Raven walked into the elevator at the end of the hall. The doors closed, effectively cutting off any further conversation between Elliot and Elisha. The couple stood in the confined space, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
Garfield quickly let go of Raven's hand, momentarily forgetting that he was still holding it as they stood in silence. "Well, that was intense." Garfield remarked, breaking the silence that enveloped them.
Raven's eyes narrowed, her voice filled with concern. "No, it was suspicious. Did you notice how Elliot tried to brush off Elisha's comments about the killer? And Elisha's vehement dislike for the hotel? There's more to this than meets the eye. We need to investigate further."
...
Back in their room, Raven wasted no time in reporting the suspicious conversation they had overheard between Elliot and his son. The tension in the room grew palpable as Richard listened intently, his hand resting on his chin as he processed the information.
"I agree, it does sound suspicious." Richard noted. He turned and addressed Victor. "Victor, pull up any information you can find on the son, along with Mr. Vinson. Let's dig deeper into their backgrounds."
Victor swiftly typed away on his keyboard, accessing the relevant files and databases. As he read through the records, he shared the findings with the team. "Well, they've looked into the son multiple times during previous investigations, but nothing concrete has come up. However, Mr. Vinson has quite a few red flags on his record. Lawsuits, restraining orders, and even a sexual harassment allegation."
Richard's brows furrowed as he absorbed the information. "Now that I'm no longer the groom and the center of attention, I can focus on doing some investigating." He commented, determined to make the most of the situation.
Garfield couldn't resist a small smirk. "Are you saying there's a silver lining to my slip-up?" He asked, a hint of arrogance seeping into his voice.
Richard shot him a stern look, his eyes narrowing. "Don't push it." He warned, emphasizing the importance of the mission. He then turned his attention to the rest of the team. "Raven, I've made you an appointment with a local tailor who might be able to help you fit into Kori's dress. Kori will accompany you to ensure everything goes smoothly." Richard then turned back to Victor. "Victor, continue delving into those backgrounds. Let me know if anything substantial comes up. I'm going to look into the staff, and see if I can get any information on the son."
As the plans started to take shape, Garfield couldn't help but wonder about his role. "What about me?" he interjected, eager to contribute.
Richard's gaze settled on him, his stare firm and unwavering. "You stay here with Victor." He instructed, making it clear that Garfield's slip-up was still fresh in his mind. "We will all reconvene for dinner at 6:00 in the hotel restaurant. And Garfield, don't screw this up." He added pointedly.
Normally, Garfield would get defensive towards his leader and his callousness, but instead he swallowed his pride and held in his retort. He nodded, acknowledging the responsibility placed upon him, and silently vowed to make things right.
With the assignments set, the team dispersed to carry out their respective tasks, their minds focused on the urgent mission at hand. Richard, fueled by a mix of determination and a sense of responsibility, set out to investigate the staff and gather any possible information that could shed light on the mysterious events unfolding at the Lallet Hotel. He discreetly approached the employees, engaging them in casual conversation while attentively listening for any hints or clues that could lead to the identity of the culprit.
Victor delved deeper into the background of Mr. Vinson, determined to uncover any hidden connections or motives that could link him to the series of crimes. With his expertise in digital investigations, he carefully sifted through online records, cross-referencing information, and analyzing patterns. Every lead, no matter how small, was meticulously followed, as Victor understood the significance of even the tiniest detail in unraveling the truth.
And as Garfield remained with Victor, he immersed himself in analyzing the security footage from the hotel, searching for any anomalies or suspicious activities that might have gone unnoticed. He meticulously reviewed the recordings, scrutinizing each frame, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive killer or any clues that could expose their identity. Though feeling the weight of his previous mistake, Garfield was determined to make amends and contribute meaningfully to the team's efforts.
...
Meanwhile, Raven and Kori made their way to the local tailor, hoping to find a solution to Raven's dress predicament. The tailor, a skilled and understanding woman with years of experience, greeted them warmly as they entered her cozy shop. Soft fabrics adorned the walls, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh linen.
Raven was escorted to a round podium in the center of the room and carefully slipped on Kori's wedding dress. She crossed her arms around her chest as she held up the baggy strapless gown from falling.
The seamstress held up a measuring tape and expertly measured every inch of Raven's figure. As she finished taking the measurements, she glanced at Raven with a questionable look. "Was there a reason why you picked a gown this size?" She asked.
Raven opened her mouth to speak, but struggled to form a response as to why she had chosen such a large, ill-fitting dress.
Quickly coming to her aid, Kori intervened, her voice confident and quick. "It was mine! I gave it to her as a wedding present."
Understanding dawned on the seamstress's face as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Ah, I see. That makes a lot more sense. I've often altered handed-down dresses. But this one will need a lot of work." She commented, her tone lighthearted. "I'll have to take in the bust a few cups and remove a substantial amount of the skirt so that you won't be tripping down the aisle." She concluded her statement with a chuckle, adding a little light humor.
Raven nodded her head, forcing a smile to mask her discomfort.
"Now, tell me, when is the big day?" The seamstress asked as she began pinning up the dress.
"Tomorrow-Ow!" Raven winced as a pin pricked her skin.
The seamstress gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and concern. "Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry." She hurriedly apologized, quickly removing the pin. "You need this done by tomorrow?"
"Preferably." Raven answered, trying to hide the irritation in her voice.
Kori, noticing the seamstress's concern, voiced her own worry. "Is that okay? We don't want to impose."
Taking a deep breath, the seamstress contemplated the time constraints before offering a reassuring smile. "I'll have to work through the night, but I think I can make it work. This guy you're marrying must be really special."
A mixture of emotions flickered across Raven's face, but she managed to respond through clenched teeth, her voice tinged with both resignation and determination, "He is one of a kind."
...
It was almost six, and Garfield eagerly left the confines of his room to make his way down to the hotel restaurant. The hours spent in isolation had dragged on, and he had grown weary of the monotony and his own racing thoughts. Television was off-limits, as Victor needed to focus on his computer work, and surveillance windows provided little entertainment. So, after hours of nothing but the burden of his own thoughts, he was ready to venture down to the restaurant.
Entering the restaurant, Garfield approached the front hostess, only to be informed that his party had yet to arrive. He was directed to take a seat at the bar while he waited. As tempting as it was to indulge in a drink or two to ease his nerves, he knew it was essential to remain alert and focused.
Looking around the room, Garfield observed that the venue was mostly empty, with only a handful of guests in attendance. Suddenly, a voice rang out, filled with frustration and anger. "What do you mean I have to preform!?" He heard someone yell.
Intrigued by the heated exchange, Garfield discreetly made his way towards the source of the commotion. As he approached the partially open staff-only door, he leaned casually against the wall, trying to blend in and appear uninterested.
"What's the point of me singing if there is only a couple guests attending?" A man argued, questioning his obligation.
"The point is, Tom, that we have a wedding party joining us tonight, and your contract says you have to perform for every special occasion." Elliot explained with a hint of frustration in his voice.
Tom scoffed, seemingly incredulous. "Who is stupid enough to have a wedding here after the shootings?" He asked, his tone laced with skepticism.
Elliot let out a weary sigh, as if accustomed to such doubts. "A couple that can still see the beauty of this place, despite the-"
"Murders?" Tom interjected, his voice filled with disbelief and morbid curiosity.
Elliot narrowed his eyes at the comment. "Get your act together. You perform in an hour." He finished with a pointed finger before storming out of the room.
Garfield quickly averted his attention to a painting on the wall. "Oh, that's a lovely painting- nice brush strokes." He tried to say casually as Elliot spotted him.
"Mr. Smith?" He said in surprised, shifting his tone to one of warmth and hospitality I'm so happy your party will be joining us this evening. Are you looking forward to your big day tomorrow?"
"Oh, indeed." Garfield said maintaining a smile and responded cordially. "It's going to be... big."
"Wonderful." Elliot responded, clasping his hands together with a smile. Leaning in closer, he whispered in an informative tone. "And may I recommend the fish? Our salmon is simply divine."
Garfield nodded knowingly, his expression calm and composed as he waited for Elliot to exit the room. As soon as the hotel owner was out of sight, Garfield let out a quiet sigh of relief, hoping that his behavior hadn't raised any suspicions.
"So, you're the groom, I presume," Tom remarked, leaning casually against the doorway.
Garfield turned to the singer in the doorway before nodding in affirmation. "Indeed I am."
Tom couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, already anticipating the unfortunate outcome for the groom. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink." He offered, guiding Garfield towards the bar. "Two martinis, Stacy." Tom told the bartender before turning towards Garfield. "So, you're getting hitched tomorrow?"
Garfield kept his responses intentionally simple, trying not to reveal too much. "Yep."
"And you're not worried about getting murdered?" Tom questioned bluntly, spinning his martini.
"Um... well, you see..." Garfield stammered, nervously reaching for his drink. "We're adrenaline junkies," he blurted out, improvising on the spot. "We love the thrill."
Understanding flickered in Tom's eyes. "Ah, I see. You guys are the kind of people who go swimming with sharks, skydiving, and other stuff like that."
"Exactly!" Garfield exclaimed, taking a bite of his olive. "And what better thrill than the risk of getting shot at the altar?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his expression. "Are you sure you're not just looking for a way out of getting hitched?"
Garfield paused for a moment, his laughter sounding forced as he tried to brush off the remark. His relief was palpable as he spotted the rest of his party arriving, providing him with a convenient excuse to end the discussion. "Well, my fiancé is here." He said, hastily rising from his stool.
"Enjoy your last meal." Tom said, downing his drink. "I'll try to make your last night one to remember."
"Thanks?" Garfield replied awkwardly before quickly joining the others at their table, grateful for the diversion and eager to put the unsettling conversation behind him.
"Were you able to discover anything while we were gone?" Kori whispered towards Richard as they settled down at the table, their voices hushed to maintain their secrecy.
Richard leaned in closer, his eyes serious as he shared his findings. "The son is certainly a viable suspect. He's been disrespectful to the staff and guests, openly expressing his disinterest in the hotel. However, our surveillance footage indicates that Elisha was elsewhere during each of the previous attacks."
Kori nodded, absorbing the information. "So, it seems unlikely that he's the actual killer."
Richard nodded in agreement. "While he may have motives, he's not the one pulling the trigger. We're still looking into Mr. Vinson. He stands to gain a lot from the hotel's closure, and his history suggests he's willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals."
"Hey, guys." Garfield said, joining taking a seat at the table. "I just had an awkward conversation with the singer of the band." He announced.
"I hope you didn't say anything to incriminate yourself." Richard commented.
"I kept things short and simple, per your request." Garfield answered before leaning towards Raven. "By the way, we are adrenaline junkies."
"Wonderful." She muttered sarcastically.
Richard shifted his attention to Raven. "How did the dress fitting go?" But as he glanced across the table at Raven's noticeable irritation clear in her expression, he felt he already knew the answer.
Kori chimed in with an optimistic smile. "Well, the dress didn't fit perfectly, but the seamstress promised to have it ready in time for the wedding tomorrow."
Richard took missions very seriously, his mind always focused on the task at hand. He knew the success of their mission relied on portraying an image of a loving couple, and he expected Garfield and Raven to play their parts convincingly. However, as he observed the pair before him, he couldn't help but feel unease. Garfield's impassive expression and Raven's evident irritation didn't exactly exude the affectionate aura they needed to portray.
Inwardly, Richard wished he had more time to prepare them for this mission. He would have coached them on key lines, helped them craft loving gestures, and equipped them with suitable responses to common questions. Unfortunately, circumstances had forced them into this situation without adequate preparation and Richard had to rely on his instincts to guide them.
He cleared his throat, deliberately catching Garfield's attention. With a purposeful gesture, Richard reached for Kori's hand, intertwining their fingers in a loving manner. Kori turned to him with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Garfield quickly caught on to Richard's message. However, as he glanced at Raven, he knew it wouldn't be as easy for her to embrace the role as it was for Richard and Kori.
Raven's initial surprise was evident as Garfield took her hand, and she shot him a sharp stare as he lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her skin. Though her instinct was to pull her hand away, she resisted the urge. She was supposed to be in love, and judging by Richard's disapproving expression, she wasn't doing a very good job at showing it. So putting her discomfort aside, Raven forced a smile, albeit strained, as she turned to her supposed fiancé, gripping his hand tightly.
Garfield tried his best to hide the discomfort he felt as Raven's tight grip began to cause his hand to turn red. "Sweetheart." He quickly glanced at the name on his arm. "Sarah... you're hurting me." He muttered softly as the waiter approached their table.
The waiter, oblivious to the underlying tension, greeted them with a warm smile. "Can I start you off with some drinks?"
...
Tom took a final sip from his drink, setting the glass down on the bar before adjusting his tie. With a confident stride, he made his way to the stage, his gaze scanning the sparsely filled room. He fought the noticeable frown that threatened to mar his face at the sight of the limited audience. Determined to put on a show, he forced a charming smile as he approached the microphone, clearing his throat to capture the attention of the guests.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" Tom's voice rang out, commanding the room's focus. "We have a lovely couple here tonight who will be tying the knot tomorrow." Applause, albeit sparse, erupted from the small number of attendees.
"Ah, oh..." Garfield commented, his eyes widening at the unexpected announcement.
"In honor of this special occasion." Tom continued, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I would like to invite the future Mr. and Mrs. Smith to share a dance." As he spoke, a spotlight illuminated their table, drawing all eyes to the couple.
The announcement caught the couple off guard, freezing them in their seats, their expressions mirroring their surprise and uncertainty. Kori, ever the romantic, clasped her hands together, embracing the sentimentality of the moment. Meanwhile, Richard watched the couple's stunned immobility with a mix of concern and urgency.
Richard subtly nudged his head, silently urging Garfield and Raven to get up and dance, or at least do something instead of sitting there like deer caught in the headlights.
Taking the initiative, Garfield slowly got up from the table. He turned to Raven and held out his hand in front of her.
Raven stared at his outstretched hand, struggling to contain the seething glare she wanted to direct at him. A spotlight dance was not part of the agreement, and she had no desire to participate. However, she felt Richard's stern gaze on her, silently compelling her to comply. With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly placed her hand in Garfield's, allowing him to guide her towards the center of the dance floor.
Facing each other, the soft strains of romantic music began to fill the room as the singer serenaded them. Raven took a deep breath, summoning a smile that felt painful at this point as she put her hands on Garfield's shoulders.
As soon as she touched his shoulders, Garfield automatically went to put his hands on her waist, but abruptly stopped. Raven was clearly on edge, and the thought of touching her hips felt like a dangerous gamble. He knew he needed to maintain the illusion of a genuine couple, but touching her so intimately could potentially send him to his grave. With caution, he held his hands hovering over her hips, playing it safe.
"Just do it." She whispered harshly, his evading actually adding more irritation to her already exasperated state.
Reluctantly, Garfield heeded her instruction, swiftly placing his hands on her hips. He could feel the tension in her body, the rigidity beneath his touch. He wanted to retreat, the redness in her eyes acting as a warning. The situation was far from ideal, yet, he forced himself to remain in place, swaying gently with her to the rhythm of the music.
The other guests watched the seemingly happy couple, their smiles and dance movements exuding romance and joy. However, beneath their pleasant façade, fear and anger simmered within both Garfield and Raven.
While Raven's lips curved into a smile, her eyes betrayed her true emotions, a seething anger she struggled to contain. The numerous uncomfortable situations she was forced into by Garfield weighed heavily on her, and the mounting pressure threatened to push her to her breaking point. Garfield knew that sooner or later, the pent-up anger would explode, directed at the person responsible for her predicament.
Back at the table, Richard and Kori observed the couple closely. Richard's gaze scrutinized every detail, searching for any slip-up or indication that they weren't a genuine couple. Meanwhile, Kori, ever the romantic, watched them with adoration and joy.
"Don't they look cute together?" Kori commented sweetly, her eyes sparkling.
Richard shook his head, his focus still fixated on the pair. He was surprised that Kori could perceive any hint of romance between Garfield and Raven, for all he saw was Raven's simmering rage and Garfield's palpable fear. "Honestly, if the Wedding Crasher doesn't get him, she definitely will." He remarked, a mix of concern and wry humor in his voice.
"You're pinching my shoulder a little tight there, Honey." Garfield nervously remarked as they swayed to the music, his voice laced with discomfort.
Raven narrowed her eyes, her glare unwavering. "You're lucky that's all I'm doing, Darling..." She spoke, her voice dripping with venom.
"Come on." Garfield sheepishly chuckled, attempting to lighten the tension. "Remember, we're supposed to be in love."
To his surprise, a light laugh escaped Raven's lips. She loosened her grip on his shoulder and instead wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Garfield gave her a puzzled side-eye, his curiosity piqued. As she leaned her head over his shoulder, her voice was a soft whisper in his ear.
"And I loathe you so much right now." She softly confessed before pulling back to face him.
Garfield let out an awkward chuckle, attempting to lighten the moment and distract himself from his internal fear. "Heh, heh. Well, you'll make the honeymoon kinky and scary." He joked, regretting his choice of words almost immediately.
Raven's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of shock and aggravation flashing across her face. It was clear that his attempt at humor had missed the mark.
"Bad joke! Bad joke!" Garfield backtracked hastily, realizing his mistake. He raised his hands in a defensive gesture, hoping to diffuse the situation.
...
The door to their suite swung open, and Garfield trudged inside with a weary expression. In his hand, he held a bag, which he sarcastically presented to Victor. "Here's your steak, you monster." He muttered, handing over the to-go bag.
Victor's eyes lit up with anticipation as he eagerly opened the bag. "Medium rare?" He inquired, his mouth watering at the thought of a juicy steak.
"I don't know, and I don't care." Garfield responded dismissively, throwing his arms up in frustration before collapsing onto one of the beds.
"Where are the others?" Victor inquired, his curiosity piqued at Garfield's solitary return.
"They should be here shortly." Garfield replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "They let me run ahead to give you your murdered cow."
Victor raised an eyebrow, his curiosity growing as he studied Garfield's defeated posture. While Garfield often expressed his disdain for Victor's food preferences, the underlying sense of defeat in his friend's demeanor alarmed him.
"What's up with you?" Victor couldn't help but ask, concern evident in his voice.
Letting out a long sigh, Garfield stared up at the ceiling, his voice filled with exasperation. "We had to slow dance."
Victor burst into laughter, nearly choking on a mouthful of his New York Strip. "I bet Raven loved that." He mused, amusement evident in his voice.
"She was terrifying!" Garfield exclaimed, dramatically sitting up. "You didn't see her, man. Her eyes were like daggers! It was as if she was picturing every horrible thing she was going to do to me once this was over."
Victor chuckled knowingly. "She does have a menacing stare, I'll give her that."
Garfield continued, his voice filled with dread, "And tomorrow, she has to walk down the aisle... in a dress and heels. I swear, when this is all over, her payback will be cruel and inhumane."
Curiosity piqued, Victor probed further, taking another bite of his meal. "So, besides the stare-down, how was it? Dancing with her?"
Garfield looked a little puzzled by the question. "I don't know... Fine, I guess." He shrugged. "Honestly, I wasn't thinking too much about the dancing. I was more focused on her digging her fingernails into my skin."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "There was nothing you liked about it? Nothing at all?"
Garfield gave his friend a questioning look. "What are you getting at?"
"Come on, man." Victor said, his tone teasing. "You're holding her hand, opening doors for her, and now you're dancing with her?"
Garfield's confusion grew. "What? Do you think I want to do all those things?" He stood up, a hint of frustration in his voice. "We're undercover. I have to play the part. Besides, Dick glares at me every time I'm not doing something."
Victor shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm just saying, I know you, and I know you get a little too much enjoyment out of those types of things."
"It's Raven, Vic. Don't be ridiculous." Garfield retorted, just as the door to the suite swung open, and the rest of the team entered the room.
As soon as the door closed, Raven turned her piercing gaze toward Garfield, her arms crossed and a look of pure anger on her face.
"Run, Dude." Victor whispered under his breath, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"You'll make the honeymoon kinky and scary!" She angrily repeated back.
"You said that?" Victor managed to ask, barely containing his amusement as he covered his mouth with his hand.
Garfield nodded, his sheepish expression betraying his regret. "It was a bad joke." He defended, raising his hands in a feeble attempt to shield himself from Raven's wrath.
"Oh, man..." Victor said, his disapproval evident in his voice as he shook his head, his amusement still clearly displayed on his face.
Garfield, his eyes wide with fear, took cautious steps backward as Raven advanced towards him. "I am trying to make this work! I really am!" Raven's voice echoed through the room. "And I would think you would be smart enough to know you shouldn't push my buttons right now!" She shouted, her voice seething with anger as she harshly poked his chest, forcing Garfield lost his balance and fell backward onto the bed. Raven loomed over him, her red eyes locked onto his, her face inches away from his own. "Tread lightly, Logan." She warned, her voice dripping with a dangerous intensity.
"Save it for the honeymoon, guys." Victor interjected, unable to resist making a comment, which only further enraged Raven.
She whipped her head towards him, growling in response. "Stay out of this!" She hissed before storming off to her room, slamming the door behind her.
As soon as the door slammed, Garfield's head fell back as he released the breath he was holding in. "I think I just peed a little." He confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and relief.
"No joke. She is pissed." Victor commented, his amusement still noticeable on his face.
Richard's voice cut through the room, capturing their attention. "And she is not going to be any less pissed tomorrow." He remarked as smirk began to play on his lips. "You know, I was considering ways to punish you for jeopardizing the mission, but now I realize Raven will do the punishing for me."
Garfield's eyes widened with a mix of horror and resignation. "Oh man, I'd rather have dish duty for a year. Clean the toilets. Mow the lawn. Anything!" He exclaimed, his fear growing by the moment.
Richard's smirk only widened. "I think being married to Raven will be punishment enough."
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