Falling for a Plan

Rome, Italy.

Carlos's pov:

I stood there, disgusted by Axel's plan. "You want me to flirt with Jane? The ugliest cop in this prison? You're out of your mind," I spat. "If you don't, you won't get the phone," Axel said. "There has to be another way. I won't be known for flirting with an unattractive cop," I said. "Suit yourself," Axel shrugged, already starting to walk away. But before he got too far, I stopped him with a shout. "Wait," I called, swallowing my pride. "Are you going to do it?" Axel turned back, crossing his arms. "I don't have a choice," I muttered. "So, what do I do?"

"Once you leave the bathroom, you're going to have to 'fall,'" Axel said. "What do you mean by 'fall'?" I asked. "You'll need to slip on the floor when you come out here," Axel said. "Do I really have to fall to the floor?" I protested, disgusted by that thought. "There are parasites all over the floor!"