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version of her, then you like anal sex.” I say with a smile but pain interferes. Natasha just glares so I get serious. “Three in my stomach.”
    “Cole! We need to get you to the hospital!” Natasha exclaims.
    “No! If I go to the hospital then Cheza will blame herself for not listening and leaving the room. Besides, Airi says that I can get all three out by filling up my stomach with blood and then vomiting the bullets up.” I tell her.
    “WHO IN THE HELL IS AIRI!?” Natasha loudly whispers.
    “Okay, I’ll tell you but don’t get concerned. She’s this voice in my head that gives me useful information. She also has a wicked sense of humor. I named her Airi because she sounds like the voice from my smartphone.” I say. Natasha thinks for a second, and then looks concerned.
    “Cole, did Airi tell you to do that thing to Chezarei last night?” Natasha asks cautiously.
    “Umm, no…that was kind of all me. Airi actually told me I should ‘do as she says’.” I tell her.
    “Oh, okay…What about that thing with the ping pong paddle?” Natasha asks with a sly smile. “I’ll go keep Chezarei distracted, but try to hurry.”
    (If that girl ever locates a ping pong paddle, you are going to have a dilemma)

Chapter 4: Oh right, that…
    I walk out of the bathroom five minutes and 1.5 liters of blood later, as the room’s phone rings.
    “Hello?” I ask after hitting the speaker button.
    “Hello, Mr. Treyfair? It’s the front desk. We received a complaint about possible gunfire coming from the seventeenth floor. Is everything alright?”
    “Oh, I do apologize for that. My friend was playing a very unfunny practical joke and tossed me a string of firecrackers in the shower—” I say and then Natasha cuts in, playing the part amicably from across the room.
    “Sorry about that Cole, but they do say that payback is a bitch!” Natasha shouts.
    “I’ll cover any damages and I do apologize if we frightened and/or worried anyone and I’m sure my friend is sorry and won’t be doing anything like that again—” I say before Natasha cuts in again.
    “I won’t , but you really shouldn’t have done that thing with the ping pong paddle and the baby oil while I was sleeping, Cole!” Natasha shouts as Cheza starts laughing and I chuckle. Being smacked by someone with a ping pong paddle that has been slathered in baby oil would really hurt.
    “And you shouldn’t have been sleeping with your ass up in the air while not we aring any pants!” I shout back.
    “I still wasn’t able to walk right for a week! Although, I’m not sure if it was from your prank or tha t other thing…” Natasha shouts.
    “What other thing?” I ask.
    “You know, that thing with the Belgian waffle mix and the funnel!” Natasha shouts. Cheza starts holding onto her sides while trying to keep her laughter at a dull roar.
    “Oh right, that…Anyway, is there anything else you needed ma’am?” I ask the clerk.
    “Oh, yes, there is a guest here to see you.” The clerk replies
    “A guest you say?” I ask. Cheza and Natasha immediately stop laughing.
    “Yes, shall I send them up?” The clerk asks.
    “Yes please, and sorry again for the misunderstanding.” I say ending the conversation.
    “Natasha, P90.” I demand and she tosses me one. I check the magazine and cock it. “Okay, just to make sure, no one ordered pizza while I was in the bathroom right? I don’t feel like ruining a pizza boy’s pants.” They both shake their heads. “That’s what I thought. Natasha, how is your submachine gun training?”
    “Sufficient at this range.” She answers.
    “Good enough for me. Cheza, I want you to stay in the bedroom.” I say
    “No.” Cheza simply replies while picking up the other P90, puts a new magazine in and loads the chamber with seemingly knowledgeable precision.
    “Cheza, we don’t have time for this. Do you even know how to shoot that?” I ask.
    “Aim low to account for recoil when firing on automatic but