BXBX NOVEL Chapter 105 - Planning
"Wait, inside that backpack, is it…."
"Yes, it\'s… that thing."
Logan stared at me full of suspicion, especially when I just dropped the backpack on the floor and unzipped it. He watched over me and then asked, "You\'re brave enough to bring that kind of thing to school."
"What? You\'re the one who told me to bring it to school!" I didn\'t want to be the one who was at fault here because all I did was follow his order!
"That\'s just a test. I thought you\'d refuse or at least maybe bring a few grams because it\'s too risky! Damn, you\'re far more daring than I thought," Logan complained.
I rolled my eyes annoyedly. I took out the box from my backpack and slammed it to the ground, "Here is your order, SIR!" I said sarcastically.
Logan stared at the box suspiciously before walking towards it and crouched. He took something from his jacket pocket, a pair of black gloves.
I frowned upon seeing those surgical gloves, "You seem to be more prepared than I expected."
"Of course, do you think I\'ll touch a box of death sentence easily? I\'m not an idiot like you," Logan replied while wearing the gloves.
I didn\'t want to argue more, so I just ignored his words. I watched how he skillfully checked out the box and then rubbed a few crystal meths with his fingers.
He frowned and then looked up to me, "This is some high-quality crystal meth, only accessible to the highest kind of drug dealer, or what we call as a drug mafia. What kind of connection do you have? Seriously."
"Well, didn\'t I tell you before? I got it from a creep who wants my worn-out plaid shirt in exchange for this crystal meth," I replied honestly. "Do you think I have enough capability to get this amount of high-quality meth without the help of someone else?"
"Well, everyone has their own secrets. Who knows, you might secretly be a part of a high-ranking drug organization," Logan accused me so lightly, so I wanted to bite back at him.
"Including you, Mr. Mysterious, I know that you\'re hiding a lot of things. So just shut up, and let\'s discuss whatever plan you have. Maybe we can get a great plan for this."
"Ugh, fine," Logan grumbled. "My initial plan stays the same, we will start by planting evidence inside Leah\'s house, and I will be the one who does that."
"I also want you to plant the evidence in the Boxing Club room. I\'ll give you a pair of gloves, so you don\'t have your fingerprints around the stuff when the police would investigate later on," Logan briefed me.
"And how do you think I can do that? Do you think I can just magically teleport inside their club room or what?" I found his idea to be ridiculous. I knew that planting the evidence inside Leah\'s house was my idea, but not this ridiculous idea of planting evidence inside the club room.
"You can get your hands on that syringe and a box of high-quality crystal meth. I bet you can also get inside that club room again and plant evidence all over," Logan said so lightly. "Oh, come on, I\'m here working for you in a dangerous mission. I\'m literally going inside Leah\'s house to plant evidence, and you\'re just going to sit around like a good little miss? Is this 1900? Medieval era? Why do you still want to act like a damsel in distress?"
As much as I hated his guts, I knew that Logan was correct in this one. I couldn\'t just sit around in this mission because the risk was great on his behalf.
But I was thinking about the way to get into that club room unnoticed again. The last time I did it, it was a pure coincidence that Mason wanted me to accompany him because he had to sort out the stuff inside his club. I doubt he would do that again this weekend.
Though… maybe I could ask Mason one thing or two. It wouldn\'t hurt to try and convince him, right?
"I\'ll think a way to do it," I replied. "Then, after planting evidence, I proposed for us to work for that grand finale that will bring Leah Carpenter and her gang of druggies down."
"Grand finale? You make it sound so poetically villainous. What kind of novel are you reading?" Logan smirked, looking at me with interest in his eyes.
I got embarrassed by his ridicule, so I snapped at him, "What? Now you\'re going to ridicule me over something so simple? Oh, come on, Logan Walker, should I call you doggie from now on? Doberman?"
"Hey, don\'t be so hostile on me. I just think that it sounds interesting, really," Logan said. "And don\'t call me doggie! I\'m helping you with interest, okay? I want you to help me in the future as well."
"Tsk, fine. Let\'s just move on before we fight even more," I said. "Okay, about that grand finale, I want to set up a scene where we caught Leah and her gang red-handed during their \'recreational activity in their secret base. I want you to dig that information about the secret base, though."
"And who will be the one catching them off-guard?" Logan asked.
"The teacher," I proposed. I mean, that was the only possibility. I wanted to call the police, but that wasn\'t really easy. I wanted to Livestream, but I didn\'t think that was possible. There must be one or two people who watched over the group of druggies doing their recreational activity.
"That won\'t be enough. We\'re talking about Leah after all, not just some random shrimp," Logan denied my idea. "We need to do it with a bang."
"A bang as in?"
"Let\'s raid them with police squad, make them unable to cover anything, including Leah and her Dad," Logan suggested. "I know few people in the police force.. I can get them to raid the place where the time comes."