*The pipe bomb explodes, and Drake cries out, both of his legs having been blown off. The door swings open lazily, and Drake breaks his false tooth, ingesting his cyanide powder, and dies quickly.*
*I retrieve my phone, and a new, scrambled number sends me a text.*
D bought it, you're on your own.
~O.
*I walk to the basement, and throw my suit and phone into the furnace, along with my mask. I watch as they burn, and melt. I walk back upstairs, and sit on the couch, holding another can of soda.*