Kris was settled on the couch, glued to the late-night news, anxiously awaiting her brother's return from his mysterious outing. As soon as he stepped through the door, he was met with a frosty glare. He sensed that she might have caught the news.
“I thought you
were aiming for a fresh start and wanted to avoid repeating past mistakes. So,
what went wrong?” Kris scrutinized him, her eyes flashing with suspicion and a
touch of anger.
He carefully removed his denim jacket and hung it up in the closet. Kris stood there with her arms crossed, waiting for Tim to say something.
“Yeah, that was me
you heard about on the news, but…”
“But what?!” Kris shouted,
anger evident in her tone.
“It’s tough to
stop, but…”
“But you just can’t control yourself, can you?” Kris shook her head in disbelief and let out a frustrated sigh. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a plate and smashed it on the floor, clearly showing her disapproval of his choices.
Tim's gaze
sharpened as he struggled to keep his anger in check. He understood that his
sister was simply concerned for him, but her reactions often fell over the top.
“Quit making such
a scene,” he replied.
“I can’t bear the
thought of moving again. For heaven's sake, Tim, what if one of those
vigilantes finds you?” She paused before continuing, “Plus, Lori is aware that
I was the one who killed that man at the warehouse that night; I could end up
in jail as well.”
Tim stared at her,
bewildered, and asked, “Hold on, what?”
Kris sighed deeply
and explained that she had gone to see Lori to warn her against pursuing either
her or Tim.
“Oh, and she’s
aware that I was at the warehouse that night and,” she hesitated, “She knows
about the guy I killed.”
Now it was Tim’s turn to lose his temper. Tim exclaimed, "What the Fuck were you thinking!”
Kris shot back,
"She wants to keep her secret identity hidden, so I had a conversation
with her and advised her not to pursue you. I doubt she'll actually listen, but
at least she’s aware that I know who she is."
Tim's face flushed with rage. "What difference does it make if she knows we know about her?" he snapped, seething.
"I'm not
sure, but..."
"But
nothing," Tim cut in sharply. The tension between them was palpable, each
equally furious with the other. Eventually, they both managed to cool down.
Here’s the plan: I want you to go blonde, and I’ll lighten my hair too. But before that, we need to change jobs again. I know a guy who can get us fake IDs, and we’re meeting him this weekend.
After a moment of silence, Kris finally said, “I took a life and didn’t feel any guilt, and you keep hurting women. We’re both terrible people,” a serious expression crossed her face. Tim got up from his chair and moved to sit beside his sister. “That’s not true. The world made us like this,” he said, holding her hand.
“You know, those vigilantes will eventually catch up to us,” Kris pointed out. Tim glanced down briefly before turning his gaze back at her, saying, “We’ll see.” Kris searched for a salon who would dye her hair.
After leaving the Hot Styles Salon, she made her way home. Once in the bathroom, she gazed at her reflection. With a sigh, she muttered, “I look like such a bimbo.” Tim caught her words and strolled over to the bathroom, chuckling.
“At least you’ll
attract more job offers,” he teased. Kris frowned, her brow creasing and
her eyes narrowing in response. She huffed, arms crossed and leaned her back against
the sink, "I look silly."
Tim rolled his
eyes and replied, "Do you think that salon can handle my hair?" Kris
gently nudged him aside and stepped out of the bathroom, with Tim trailing
behind her.
"That could be true, but I'm concerned that someone might spot you and alert the police," she replied to his question. She had a valid concern, but Tim was ready to take the risk. "We have to change our appearance for the IDs my friend is going to create for us."
Kris sighed and rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ," she muttered as she poured herself a glass of orange juice and took a seat at the breakfast table. "Do we really have to change our names too?"
"Maybe, I’m not sure yet," Tim replied casually. Kris rolled her eyes again.
"Is there anything else I need to know?”
Tim settled into his chair. "Not that I can think of, but we’ll just have to wait and see what happens." A week later, Tim’s appearance is different, his hair is dyed dark blonde, making the change he made to himself worth it. Kris and Tim have new IDs now. They both landed new jobs, but Tim mentioned that sticking around in the same job for too long isn't a good idea, and it might be better to switch things up in a few weeks. One evening, Tim walked in with a duffel bag. After Kris wrapped up her shower and got dressed, she headed to the living room.
"What's in the bag?" she asked.
Tim opened the
duffel bag and took out two sleek black jumpsuits. Kris picked one up and
examined it, then shot Tim a puzzled glance.
Tim grinned and replied, “We’ve got a little side gig.”
"Hold on, a
side gig?" Kris exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"We're gonna
steal some priceless gems from a rich elderly widow in Hollywood Hills?"
Kris stared at
him, her jaw dropping in astonishment. "Are you for freaking serious?!" Tim
proceeded to explain the entire scheme to her.
"I'm not sure
about this," she said, looking at him with doubt.
"Kris,
there's a client..."
"Client?"
Kris interrupted.
"Yes, a
client who's willing to pay us handsomely for this job."
“How much?” she asked,
deep in thought.
“Far more than what a simple job can offer
us,” he replied with assurance.
“Okay, if you believe we can pull it off,”
Kris said, her voice tinged with doubt. Tim noticed her unease. “Trust me, we
can make this happen,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders and pulling
her into a comforting embrace. She nodded, and together they settled down to
outline their plans and determine the timing for the heist.
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