Phinks and Feitan
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“Should we search Victoria’s Secret or Walgreens?” Feitan asks Phinks, looking at a map on a flat screen TV. Victoria’s Secret is on the third floor and Walgreens is on the fifth floor. The nearest elevator is ten minutes away, next to a toy store. “Or do you want to split up?”
“Splitting up is better,” Phinks says, looking at the map. He points to Victoria’s Secret. “I’ll go here. You go to Walgreens.”
Feitan shakes his head. “Nope. I’m going to Victoria’s Secret.”
“How about we flip a coin?” Phinks takes the Troupe coin out of his pocket and shows it to Feitan. “I’m heads and you are tails.”
“Fine. Flip the coin.”
Phinks flips the coin and it lands on tails. Feitan snickers as he walks away to the elevator. Phinks follows behind, cursing underneath his breath because he really wants to steal some lingerie and wear it for his date later in the week.
In the distance, a person wearing a cat mask, trench coat, and boots, stares at the Troupe members heading toward the elevator quietly. They reach their hand inside their coat pocket and grip the handle of a Ben’s knife and chuckle. The hunting game has started.
