The silencer was not attached to the gun and in their neighborhood the cops would have been there in less then two minuets. The girls took off at high... speed."Why did we go after them again?" Mark asked. "Because I have a evil plan for them before they are killed" Paul Sneered. "Am I hearing you right a plan what plan"...Mark woke up the next morning thinking about the plan. It would take about two weeks to set up if everything went as planned. He and Paul had made an agreement with their wives. Abby was not sure how much he was able to see. It was probably too dark to read her face, but he should be able to make out her body in the moonlight. In a series of slow movements she pushed herself upright to sit on her knees, letting the sheets slide down her back before stretching her legs while she turned around to face him. She leaned back on one hand to caress her body with the other, bending a knee to show the curve of her thigh and calf. Her head fell back when she arched her back to. ‘It’s hard to take in, isn’t it?’ he asked, moving over to sit in a chair opposite her. ‘Oh, no,’ she said, waving her hand dismissively and affecting nonchalance. ‘I run into people who are thousands of years old, named after famous Roman generals, who claim to be genies all the time. You’re the third this month.’ Marcus laughed once again. He liked her spirit. He could tell she was trying to digest it all, and that the sarcasm was her attempt to do so, not a means to offend him. ‘I can prove. I zipped past 509 then 513, and slowed down at the next house and saw the number 515 right on the mailbox and turned into the slightly downhill sloping driveway. I stopped the car and reached for the door. I was quite a bit early and I hate to do that to someone but I had tings to do and places to go so I grabbed the box of oils and headed for the door. I knocked lightly at first but there was no answer and I knocked again slightly louder. I figured no one was home so I started back to the car..