Thompson Maresh

Crynn POV

Oh boy, here they come, the doors have opened and a very neat and respectable line of waiters strolled in with straight backs, heads up and soups on their trays. Ah, I spotted Jill somewhere around the middle of them, her posture careful, her eyes serious, her expressions none, like a true cop, a cop ready to do some questionable deeds.

"So, on positions everyone, Ariane to the toilet, the rest of us will stay until Thompson's out of the ballroom," Calian reminded everyone as I stay put while I see Aria in the distance sneaking away off to the side door. I redirected my gaze elsewhere however towards the target himself, conversing amiably with an older man sitting right next to him and Jill is now walking straight to that round dining table.

So far, still safe as Jill gently placed down all the small bowls of soup around the table in front of each guest as they nodded, Jill bowed and went. "Soup on the target, pay attention to him," we sure will, I thought as my eyes focused on Thompson Maresh, picking up the spoon, plunging it into the shark fin soup, raising it, lightly cooling it down with a blow and finally, took a mouthful on that soup.

His tongue licked around his lips to savor the taste as he swallowed his first sip. "Nothing's happening yet," V said, preparing herself in front of one of the exit doors to immediately get out once Thompson Maresh started to feel that stomach churn and is on his way to the nearest men's lavatory.

"It needs time to reach down into his stomach, patience is virtue," well said Aria, patience is indeed virtue but in this case, patience is simply a sin if you think about it. It's a good deed to be patient in front of an angry person but be patient to wait for a poison to take effect in someone, that's a totally bad morality.

"Oh? I see a shift on his face," I spoke as my eyes squinted, Thompson's cheeks twitched, and then his eyebrows and his eyes went absolutely wide like saucers. Sweat started streaming down his temples as his hand moved to grip strongly on his belly. That is not how someone would look like after an administration of one drop of rat poison onto a full bowl of soup.

Then, at once, Thompson abruptly stood up, trying to keep his expressions at bay as well as trying to seem undisturbed though he's failing every second through it. "Ehm... Is it supposed to be that bad, cause even I could feel that pain from here," Calian sounds confused as do I because the effect shouldn't be that strong.

"Wait a second, let me check... Right... I might know the reason, looks like this is high grade rodenticide which means, a drop could kill a mouse," a drop could kill a mouse, are you serious?! "Thompson won't die would he?" Aria's worried tone came next. "It won't kill him, I have also prepared the antidote so the moment he's incapacitated, I'll give him some," cool, we can do that.

Meanwhile, Thompson Maresh isn't walking elegantly anymore, his legs are moving fast, his eyes darting around to search for the toilet. I guess, I should be going now forwards to the main ballroom entrance and exit where Thompson is to right this very second. "Where is the toilet! The nearest toilet!" Thompson immediately mercilessly roared quietly, such an oxymoron.

"Shall I lead you to it, sir?" I courteously bowed, almost in servitude but of course, this is all just an elaborate act. "Get to it then!" Rude much though I'd understand, it's hard keeping our manners when we're either hurt, angry, driven to insanity, empty, greedy and all the other negative disadvantaged human natures.

As I led the pained man out of the ballroom and into the hotel, he continuously grumbled, shivered, trembled and whined so annoyingly. I mean, I know you're in pain but can't you keep inside a bit more because there was one time I was shot two times but even then, I wasn't as exaggerated as this guy but damn I remember how painful it is. It pains me so much, I always have body armor on during all my heists after that happened.

"Is it any farther? Cause my entire alimentary canal will be vomitted out and you will take that responsibilty with your life! IF! YOU! DO! NOT! GET! ME! TO! THIS! TOILET!" That's an absolute outrage coming from Thompson with an equally furious face, his cheeks are fully red, his breathes are short and fast, portraying exhaustion.

"The toilet's just this way," I then proceed to walk into one of the hotel corridors where I spot Aria standing right in front of the toilet door and the toilet pad, speaks the word, 'Unavailable'. "What's wrong here, Aria?" Time to play our part as best actor and actresses of the Oscars not literally, just figuratively.

"Ah, the toilet is under maintenance," I added a surprise in my part. "Maintenance? Why hadn't I heard of this?" My voice turned to mock anger and frustration while I can clearly sense that Thompson is getting more and more restless. "OH F*CK THIS!!! WHERE IS THE NEXT NEAREST, NON-BROKEN TOILET AT!!!" Thompson finally cracked into infuriation.

"There is but it's in the staff corridor right down the corridor," Aria spoke as our target stared holes like drills into her. "Then, get me to that toilet, NOW!!!" And we definitely will, not get you to the toilet mind you but to the staff corridor where you will be violated of your rights, your mind but sure as hell not sexually, I don't swing that way.

Thompson continued to spout vile curses as we made our way through to the door of the staff corridor. I trust everyone to already be in position because this has an exactly 0.01 percent chance of failing which means once we're in, we're practically done so let's get right in!