---Firkle's pov---

I stared at the paper as I slowly started to slide it open, unfolding it with caution, as if someone would jump out and accuse me off snooping.

I flipped it open, smoothing out the paper, words small and sloppily written, "Whatcha got there?"

I jumped almost dropping the paper, but instead slamming it against my chest and spinning so I was facing the sudden intruder.

I held the paper to my chest with both hands and stared at Filmore, who was leaning his arm above the wall.

"What do you want?" I hissed out backing away from him.

"I believe I asked a question first, short stuff," he said pushing off of the wall and stepping toward me.

I shook my head, "Doesn't matter," I said and then started to back away again.

"Sure, and why exactly are you wearing Ike's jacket?" He asked reaching out for my arm, but I yanked it away.

"None of your business. Fuck off," I said glaring at him suspiciously.

I fold back up the note not looking away from Filmore and stick it back into my pocket.

I then turn and start to walk away, "I know you heard us."

I stop, and look at him over my shoulder.

"I know you heard us," he repeats, "I just hope you know what's coming for you."