We shivered, clutching each other for comfort. Lily was trembling violently, trying not to wail in mourning. I stroked her hair, trying to calm her.
“He’s gone, he’s gone,” she’d mumble over and over again, rocking back and forth.
“Shh... It’s alright, Lily. There’s nothing we can do but wait,” I cooed.
“If I hadn’t done what I did-”
“You did what you thought was best.”
Outside, to my horror, I heard something outside. They were looking for us. One yelled, “Hey Mac! Check in here!”
"What, there? The dumpster?"
"Yes you nitwit, the dumpster."
“Dude, I ain’t going dumpster diving!”
“Just open it, Mac! Premiere's orders!”
Uh oh. I squeezed Lily and braced myself against the squeal of metal and the cruel sunlight.
“Well well well, look what we have here: two pieces of trash,” a guard sneered.
“Is it them?” the Premiere’s voice rang out.
“Yes sir!” The guard backed away as the Premiere’s head appeared at the opening of the dumpster. Lily raised her head and looked into his eyes. I let her go as she stood, full of vengeance.
“Well, aren’t we angry?” he asked tauntingly.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” I cried.
“Ezra, I got this,” she hissed to me. I was taken aback; she’d considered me her older brother, if only by three minutes. She probably would've let me do the standing and glaring. “I have another proposition for you,” she said slyly to the Premiere.
Henry raised an eyebrow. “I’ll humor you once more.”
Lily leaned against the rim of the dumpster, her fingertips pressed against each other. She had that plotting look in her eye; I almost pitied the Premiere. She'd get that look occasionally when we were children, and it never meant anything good.
“It’s good that we have witnesses this time,” she continued. “You’d love to capture us, wouldn’t you? You’d love information about our organization, wouldn’t you? Heck, you'd love to know our 'fatal flaw' so you can squish us.” The guards murmured in agreement. “Well, I’m not giving it to you so easily.”
The guards aimed their weapons at us. “Now boys, let her explain,” the Premiere warned. "Go on," he said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
“I used to be a sharpshooter, you know,” she went on. “Best shot around. You see this dollar coin?” she asked, pulling one out of her pocket. It wasn’t more than an inch in diameter. ”I can blow a hole right through the center at 200 hundred yards off.” The guards balked.
"Can't be done!"
“I’ll bet you everything we know it can. If I make it, my brother & I go free. If I miss, we’re in your custody and tell you anything & everything you want to know."
Henry thought for a moment. He glanced to the guards, shrugging. "Seems rea..."
"Oh, but here’s the catch," Lily interrupted, her eyes aglitter. "Henry holds the coin right here, above his head.”