“Dr. Lamb is gonna kill me.” Charlie sighed as they collected the money from the art dealers.
“Dr. Who?” Asked Scarlet absent-mindedly.
“Lamb. The one who started the uhh… project.”
“Listen. You know you don’t have to do this.” She told him after the dealers had left. “I can understand-”
“No,” he cut her off. “I want to do this.” He tried to smile, but it was no use. “Scarlet, I’m scared.” He stopped her in her tracks.
“The world is a scary place. One can never say ‘I am not afraid.’ That would make them liars!” Scarlet responded heartlessly.
“What happens if you- we get caught? Is it worth it?” Charlie trembled.
“Charlie. Life is worth it. Besides, I’ve already got my next escape planned.” She thrust open her door.
“What kind of life have I chosen?” He whispered. “Why did I have to join her… in her treacherous, but kind acts. I’m caught in the politics of crime.”