“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.