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Chapter 34

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   "McSexy to McDevil, I got visual on the target," Damon's voice rang through the walkie-talkie.

   "Yeah, so did I, we're standing next to each other, you McMoron," I said and gave him a hit across the back of his head.

   I never thought going through with an evil plan required that much work and energy. I mean, first we had to make sure Warren left the hotel, and then we needed the key to his room. After that, we had to have guards outside to make sure he doesn't come back and look for the instruments. And-

   "We have code names for a reason!" he interrupted my thoughts.

   "Yeah, but yours is just ridiculous." I scoffed.

   "And your-"

   "Enough! I think he heard us," Drake interrupted from the other side of the line.

   "Way to go, McMoron." I shook my head.

   "Code-"

   "Shut up!" Reece snapped through the walkie talkie.

   We decided that using code names was cool and it was probably the best thing for coverage . . . until now. Since I forced everyone on this scheme, they chose their own nicknames except for a few that I made up. I'm considering making McMoron Damon's official codename from now on.

   The teams were also chosen by everyone but me. I was paired with Damon, Reece was paired with Drake and Ryder (very stupid idea, seeing that Reece and Ryder despised each other), and Emma was paired with Bex. Everyone's goal was to not be paired with me, but I guess it kind of backfired.

   I focused my attention back on Warren as he started leaving the hotel in his car. I nudged Damon and Drake to make sure they also saw it.

   Reece, Ryder, and Drake were supposed to get the key and Emma and Bex were the guards watching out for Warren by the hotel doors. Damon and I were supposed to break in and destroy the instruments.

   This was the first part of the plan. The second part was to call his band mates and pretend to be some important people from a big record label. We'll tell them that we talked to Warren and were going to book a big gig for them, but he ruined it when he 'bashed them on their official website'.

   "Positive on the target, coast's clear," Bex said.

   "Roger that," Ryder replied after a second or so. The line seemed to be cutting off every now and then. I guess Target walkie talkies weren't the best option, but we were short on equipment and time. I internally groaned when I heard arguing over Reece and Ryder's line . . . for the seventh time.

   "Hey, I wanted to say that," Reece said in disapproval.

   "Too bad you didn't, McBlondie." He snorted.

   "Why'd you guys leave me with them?" Drake groaned.

   "Stop calling me that, why'd you guys give me this nickname?" she complained.

   "Because you're acting like a tota-"

   They had finally reached our floor and were still fighting like an old married couple when I interrupted them with a big clap.

   "Give me the key, and go fight elsewhere." I opened my hand and held my palm outwards, waiting for them to give it.

   Ryder fished for it in his back pocket and placed the card in the palm of my hand.

   "Please be careful and try not to get caught," he leaned in and whispered in my ear. I know he trusted me and that he knew I was smart, but that didn't stop the concern slightly lacing his voice.

   "Don't worry, I won't," I said before giving him a light peck on his lips and turning around with Damon.

   We walked to room 415, leaving Ryder and Reece in the other hallway. I looked to Damon with a nervous yet excited look before swiping the card. It flashed green and I turned the knob, hearing the satisfying click of the door unlocking.

   Damon pushed the door open and we walked in. As expected, the room was as dirty—maybe even dirtier—as it was yesterday and Warren was nowhere to be seen. When we came here earlier, I excused myself to the bathroom, but I just sneaked to his room to see where the instruments were.

   But, now they weren't in his room. The possibility that all of this was for nothing ran through my mind, and my panicking mode set in.

   "The instruments aren't here!" I said anxiously.

   "What do you mean it's not here? Sh**," Damon muttered as he walked in the room.

   "We have to find them, we don't have much time," I said, looking at the clock above his bed.

   "How's everything going?" Drake asked through the walkie talkie.

   "We can't find the instruments."

   "Roger tha- wait, what?" he exclaimed and I jumped at the sound of his loud voice.

   "Well, you see-"

   "It doesn't matter, just hurry up and find them. We have 14 minutes left to destroy the instruments, record it, cover up any evidence, and get the hell out of here," Ryder replied.

   I nodded, but said yes when I realized that he couldn't see me. I immediately started looking everywhere, not caring if I messed the room or not since the dimwit won't even realize that. After looking in his closet and the other bathroom, I began to loose hope.

   "I found it!"

   My eyes widened as I rushed to where Damon was—the balcony.

   "What kind of moron puts instruments in the balcony?" I asked incredulously as I felt the relief settle in.

   "We found them," I said through the walkie talkie.

   "Good, now beat the leaving sh** out of them," Reece said excitedly.

   "Instruments aren't even alive," Ryder said.

   "And neither will you be if you don't stop being annoying and correcting me," Reece retorted.

   "Show me what-"

   I cut the line off and turned back to Damon, handing him a hanger from the closet.

   "Let's do this." I grinned.

   I banged the hanger into the drums, ripping the paper apart. It felt oddly satisfying and I proceeded in destroying it. I took the drums and one of the electric guitars, while he had the keyboard and the other electric guitar. We both had gloves so our fingerprints wouldn't show on the instruments. Even though we were using hangers that we'd take with us, it was still better being safe than sorry.

   After making sure the drum was incapable of being played again, I dropped the hanger on the floor and grabbed the neck of the guitar, smashing it against the side of the bed.

   "Yeah!" I screamed as I watched the small pieces fly into the air.

   Damon laughed and did the same thing to his own guitar before letting out a whoop of joy.

   I looked at the clock and realized that we had only 2 minutes left to leave.

   "Come on, hurry up. We're late."

   "How come no one called us using the walkie-talkie?" he asked as his eyes widened when he saw the time as well.

   "I forgot that I cut off the line when Ryder and Reece were bickering," I said, earning a glare from Damon.

   We left the battered instruments on the floor, making sure that the hangers were with us before leaving the room and rushing to the elevator. I turned on the walkie talkie again.

   "Guys, we're coming downstairs. Meet us at the front doors with Emma and Bex," I said hurriedly.

   "Roger that," Reece replied just as Ryder was going to say it. Thankfully, they didn't argue about it this time. They were just like the modern version of Tom and Jerry.

A small ring ran through the air, signaling that we had reached the lobby and the doors slid open, allowing us to leave. As promised, everyone was waiting outside with expectant looks on their faces.

"So? How'd it go?" Drake asked.

"We beat the living sh** out of those instruments," I said and everyone laughed along with me.

"Are you sure you disabled the cameras?" Bex asked Reece.

"Don't question my abilities, love." She winked at her and Bex raised her hands in defense.

"Time for part two of the plan," I said with a devious smirk.

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Author's Note:

Hey, guys! As you can see, I decided to split the scheme into two chapters because I try to set a limit to every chapter. And, I'm almost done with the project I've been talking about so I might show it to you this Saturday (hopefully!)

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