Everett had gotten her strength back in the morning—it turned out she did somehow overwork herself—and went back to her apartment. She spent the next day contemplating and resting. It was now the 7th when Everett got another call from Margarita.

"Okay, so I'm pretty sure I know who the mole is," she started. This was great news to Everett she rose from her bed already feeling better and ready to kill. "Mayor Bill Sullivan has been known to have contact with the Hillfigure group. Rumors speculate that Sullivan winning office is in part, because of Hillfigure. Also, guess who's getting married at the end of this month at Antioch Chaple?" Margarita paused after yelling out all of the information like a high school girl gossiping.

"Bill Sullivan," Everett said with determination. Now she knew who Hillfigure was going for. It was much easier to kill someone than protect someone else.

"Yup, Yup, yup!" Margarita said clapping. "I'm currently looking for a worker list and the guest list, but it might take some time. I'm so glad you're normally, set we're finally talking back to me." This time, Everett stayed silent. "Why am I taking back?" She thought. "What's different ent now?" Everett looked down at the bed she was resting in a few minutes ago.

"You're weak," a voice said to her inside her brain.

"I'm not weak; I just have a cough," Everett told the voice.

"Whatever, live in your fantasy world...weakling." The voice sounded like it had smiled. It almost sounded like a man.

"I shouldn't have said that, now Everett's quiet again. Me and my big mouth," Margarita said. What are you thinking, Everett?"

"I think that I need to go back and gather some more intel. Henry Hillfigure's goons never leave him and if I kill him in front of them I don't know what will happen," Everet said.

"Can't you just take all of them?" Margarita said. "Use your guns on them."

"No, I can't," Everett said. She had a few, but she would never use a gun; she didn't know how to. Everett's blue eyes looked at the picture of her family. She couldn't do it. She couldn't show weakness. "Bye."

"Wai-" But it was too late. Everett had already ended the call. Slowly, lifted herself from the carpeted ground.