Ignoring her, Paul got up and crossed over to the window, peeking out behind curtains and bars, mumbling off a mental checklist.

“Gun, we’ll need a gun. Two guns. No…three guns. One for you, two for me…”

“Paul!” Velvet snapped, “Get ahold of yourself! How are we going to get three guns? Do you even know how to shoot a gun?”

“Well, it doesn’t look that hard…” he said, still ignoring her, “Look, I’ll leave and I’ll head out into the city and get some guns, then I’ll come back.”

“How do I know you’re coming back?” She asked, her eyes showing her fear.

“I will, Velvet, I promise you,” Paul said softly. Velvet leapt up from the bed and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.

“You can’t leave me here, you just cant,” she wailed, now turning from seductive to desperate. Paul stood there, letting her hold him, feeling her tears wet through his shirt. He stopped for a moment, letting the tug in his heart pull him down deeper and deeper, and he hugged her back.

“Paul, this is stupid,” Velvet continued to plea, “We have to do this another way.”

“Tell me how,” Paul said, “Just how are we going to do this?” Velvet paced around the room, thinking to herself, but looking frustrated.

“I’ve got it,” she said, “I’ve been thinking about doing this for some time.”

“What?” Paul asked.

“Okay, so I’ll call Bella, right? I’ll say we have a problem, with you. She’ll send in one of the boys, but he won’t see us coming, we’ll attack him, you see. And we’ll steal his keys and his gun and stuff. Its genius,” she said with a grin.

“You’re insane,” Paul said, looking at her menacing eyes.

“Its the only way,” she said matter-of-factly, going over to the bedside table and taking off the lamp, “Here, I’ll hit him with this, but you have to tackle him first.”

Paul was hesitant for a moment, but he couldn’t resist the determined, sad look on her face.

“Fine,” he said, almost defeated.

She ran over to the intercom on the wall and pushed the red button.

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