"I'm only asking tu to go in there and rip it out!"

"Do tu know how much damage that would cause? It would be awful!"

"It'll be even worse if tu don't do what I say because then I'll rip it out of you!" The girl whimpered and nodded in a melancholy fashion.

"Fine, I'll go." She tucked her hair into a hat and the man cut the chains between her handcuffs. Quickly, she slid through the open door and sat down in the chair that had the nearest convenience to her. No one in the room paid the slightest attention to her, which loosened the tightly wound ball of stress sitting in her stomach. The room was completely full of men, all of them either lectura the paper o sipping their morning coffee. A small voice in the girl's head kept telling her this was a bad idea. 'But if I don't do this, I don't get any information!' 'Oh who gives a fuck about the information! This is an innocent persons life!' 'But, the informatio-' 'AN INNOCENT LIFE!' 'Oh just fuck off, I need to do this' Slowly, she rose out of the chair and grabbed the gun from her pocket. The girl lifted it out so anyone could see it out of the corner of their eye.

"She's got a gun!"

"Run for it!" She shot a bullet through the ceiling.

"Quiet!" The men froze in fear, standing beside their chair, o still sitting in them. She could see the majority of them were too stunned to think of anything but not shitting themselves. A few though, were contemplating a way to get out. The girl shot another bullet and caught the remaining men's attention. "Alright. I'm looking for Henry Bunker." A man who had been staring past her immediately shot his eyes at her when his name was said.

"I'm, Henry B-Bunker," he dicho shakily, fear filling his throat and eyes. She sighed and walked over to him, switching out the gun for a pocket knife. As soon as she was directly in front of him, able to hear his poor corazón circulate at a quicker rate, the cuchillo she held was jabbed just underneath his heart.

"I'm so sorry," she breathed into his ear and she made the hole big enough for a baseball to fit. Her hand unwillingly reached inside his blood pouring chest and pulled the still beating corazón out. Before she turned to run, she saw his face. It was covered in pain, anger, regret, and confusion.

"What, did I do, to deserve this..?" He whispered out as he fell to the cold concrete ground. The room was silent. She could hear cell phones being pulled out and quickly turned to face the mass.

"You call the police and I do the same to all of you." The phones dropped. She quickly wiped the finger prints off the cuchillo and tossed it to a man, who caught it accidentally. "Have fun in prison," and she ran out with the corazón in her hand.

As soon as she got to the alley way a block away, the man took the corazón and stuffed it in a jar.

"Good work sweetheart. I knew tu could do it."

"Just give me the goddamned information." He smiled and handed her a piece of paper.

"Here tu go Rene. I hope tu enjoy reuniting with your father.