Rule 30: Pentagon Meeting

 We rushed back to our room and prepared ourselves. I packed a small bag with my knives and bombs on it, and of course, my lovely sniper. "I think it's time for us to show our talent, my dear," I said to my sniper, smirking.

When nine minutes passed, I hurried to get to Mr. Martins's private plane.

With a pilot whom I don't recognize, Mr. Warner was seated on the front seat. On the back, Wave and I centered Mr. Martins. To protect him when something happens.

It was an 8-hour trip and it was held in Hongkong. We got our sleep on the plane, but I couldn't sleep thinking about the plan and the excitement I'm feeling.

By the time we arrived in Hongkong, we headed straight into a bar. Inside the bar, it has a secret tunnel leading to a small room with a round table. It has a pool table, sofa, and elegant designs. We wore formal dress and I was in my midnight blue dress, with Wave on his gray suit and Mr. Martins on his suit also, with Mr. Warner on hi