Friday, 06.00
I texted Noah first because he was the one who would be the bait for today's execution.
Today was the day where we would take those bastards down. Because they had accepted the request, that meant we had to put everything in motion so we wouldn't fail because one margin of failure meant death in this mission. At least for Noah, it was a death sentence.
Because this execution was time-based, everything needed to be perfect.
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Emmy: Are you ready today?
Noah: What if I say that I'm not ready for my demise?
Emmy: Nobody will get their demise except Miss Alba and those three bastards. Worry not.
Noah:… you're making me even more worried.
Emmy: Just trust me.
Emmy: Don't forget to wear that mask to cover half of your upper face.
Noah: You mean, the one I used when having sex with Thomas?