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night.
    “Take a seat,” I addressed the pristine white couch to my side. There was only one other chair in the room – a blood red armchair with gold patterns on the sides – and I perched on its edge.
    The boys hesitantly and awkwardly sat down, as far away from each other as the couch allowed, periodically giving sideways glances to each other.
    “I hope you both realize that you’re going to get along, or one of you will have to be disposed of. Which would be a problem because I need both of you,” I tell them.
    “Do you really?” Rowan sighed with a look at Salah.
    “Yes.” I coldly replied my brother, “Salah is essential in this mission because of his …stealth. Did he not tell you that he’s an expert lock-picker, hot-wirer, and fantastic on-the-spot liar, or did you just refrain from doing the research we always do because you were so busy bickering with our new accomplice like a selfish child?”
    Salah smiled smugly.
    “And you, Salah the Younger,” I turned to him spitefully, “need to understand that you’re walking a very thin line. Your own father was the latest in a long line of partners I had offed, and I’m confident that you don’t want to follow in his footsteps. Though your project is brilliantly ingenious, you are much more expendable than my brother.”
    He looked taken aback, and quite a few shades paler.
    “Oh?” He countered, “What would you do without my plan? You need something spectacular for your three hundredth crime.”
    “And you think it’s your plan?” I smiled at him ruefully, “I could send whoever I wanted to kill you. They could be here in minutes, and I could take the Xeron with the only man I really trust, my twin.”
    He looked conflicted.
    “So you don’t trust me?” He asked.
    “Of course not. Not yet anyways. Mostly because on every occasion we’ve met, including this one, much to my dismay, you’ve been wearing an earpiece. You want my trust? Earn it.” I said harshly, standing up.
    “Row, you can go sit in my chair, as, apparently, our new accomplice requires supervision.” I scowled.
    Rowan promptly got up and reclined in my chair. I made a move as if to stroke Salah’s cheek, but instead slapped him – hard – and ripped off his earpiece.
    “I hate it when someone tries to outsmart me.” I told him odiously, “Now, down to business. We’re going to train every day at our chateau on Saize, until Salah can beat one of us in a fight. We’ve also got to test his mental capabilities. Meeting adjourned. I need to go see Elaina about something.” I said, getting up and leaving the boys to bicker about something.
    I figured that by now Elaina would be upstairs in her room. Trotting up the steps in a hasty manner, I knew that without what was required for my mission, the theft of the Xeron would fail.
    When I reached her door, I knocked as hard as possible to ensure that she could hear it.
    I heard Elaina unlocking the door on the other side in only a moment.
    “Come in.” She said quietly when the door was finally open.
    I took a cautious step into her room, wary of anything that could jump out, trip, hit, or incapacitate me. She had always been a mastermind when it came to creating traps and various devices.
    “What’s up?” She asked as I looked around. Her room was hardly how I remembered it. It used to be purple and turquoise, but she had painted it silver and replaced her purple bed spread with a black one. It suited her personality now. She had a computer with files open on a glass desk, and, more importantly, a chest filled with what I know to be extremely helpful criminal technology, of her own invention.
    No matter how brilliant I become, Elaina will already be steps ahead.
    “Listen, Elaina, I need to borrow your signature pen.” I whispered nervously. The signature pen is a specially designed peace of Elaina’s technology designed to copy any writing scrawled with it. I need the Prime Minister of Saize’s signature to get