Young Writers Society

"That hard way? What ever could you mean by that, darling?"

"Dude I can read your mind faster than you can think "no", " said Harry, "the only reason I haven't is out of common courtesy. And no, if it's information about me, I won't back off."



Jennifer smirked. "It means we get physical. I'm honestly looking forward to that because being completely honest, the only reason I'm doing this is to distract James from thinking about his phone. I don't actually want the thing, I mean I could just ask my brother over there to travel back a bit in time and grab a copy of that phone or do a million other things to get it back. Anyway, you want to fight...or maybe grab a drink...I don't really care...although not cyanide...I really don't like that almond flavor. Perhaps some nice HF?"

James frowned, this was going really badly. He couldn't give out that information though. "I'm not going to tell you anything" he said "so go ahead do your mind reading thing and walk straight into a trap, I so hope you enjoy your stay" he smirked. Hopefully that would work, but given the way this Harry guy had been acting he had a feeling he knew what would come next.

"Pfft," said Harry, "Traps. Now stop being ridiculous and tell me."

James shook his head "thanks, but I quite enjoy my job and my life."

Greed laughed, "Sure, why not grab a drink."

"Great," said Jennifer, giving a tentative smile.



"You do realize I can take away both of those really, really quickly," said Harry.

Greed went back to their seat at the bar and ordered their drinks, not waiting for Jennifer to follow.

"So what you're saying is no matter what happens it'll produce the same outcome therefore I would rather die loyal...so no, I'm not giving you information" James smirked.

"Hmm...have it your way, so what's your preferred way of dying?" asked Harry. "Anything you're particularly fond of?"



Jennifer took a seat next to Greed, ordering a drink for herself.

James frowned "if you're gonna kill me, at least let me contact Andrew first. And my preferred cause of death is old age" he grins.

"So," Greed said, "why are you still here?"

"I can arrange that, temporal radiation is very useful when you want to cause such deaths at a decent rate, and no you don't get to call anyone. Any last words?" asked Harry.



"Cause my brother is still tryna convince that dude to give up his information willingly, I really don't know why the idiot hasn't already wiped the guy's mind and finished things off but I suppose that's just how he tends to be. What about you? Just here for a bit of fun?"

"You got it," Greed lied, "Do you always follow your brother around like a lost puppy?"

James frowned "uh..." he realized that no matter what he said, he was dead. Might as well go out with a bang. Literally. He pulled a gun from his pocket "sorry about this Andrew" he said.