"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?!" Margot excitedly said. "When are we doing this?" Then Kenneth let out a silent chuckle.
"So, do I keep following the idiot guy?" George said, acting all confused. Kenneth thought about it for a moment. "You might be useful after all." Kenneth said looking straight at him. "But, the way I treat you stays the same."
Kenneth went to his office, leaving George and Margarette alone in the living room. Kenneth went on to look for a certain paperwork inside his drawyers.
"Where the f*ck is it?" Kenneth said to himself. After digging through his drawers, he finally found the paperwork he was looking for.
He went back to the living room leaving a clutter of papers in his office. He got back to the living room, and oh boy… it was a sight to see…
As he stood there in front of George and Margarette kissing- he couldn't help but cringe on the sight. He wanted to stop whatever was happening before it got steamy, but he couldn't find the words to tell them to stop. And then,
"And ooookay that's enough." Kenneth cringed. After hearing Kenneth's voice Margarette quickly jumped out of George's arms, and tried to act like nothing had happened.
"Right. Going back to the matter at hand, where did you find the idiot George?" Kenneth said keeping himself together, shrugging off what just happened. "Just down the block." George responded quite firmly.
"We can't just go and confront the guy, because it's obvious that he moves quickly. And if we're sure that it's Nathan-" Kenneth then showed some printed pictures of places where Nathan could be found.
"Then what am I supposed to do?!" Margot said quite sarcastically. "You, get to torture and get information on James." Keneth said facing Margot.
"When?! I have to go grab my knives an-"
"When we have enough information on him." Kenneth said, cutting off Margot. "Boo, no fun." Margot said apathetically.
"We know that Nathan is really smart. So he could just be paying the home owners to stay at theirs for just a day or two." Kenneth said, trying to somehow grab information on how they would get to Nathan. "We could actually try to hire someone to disguise as one of James' followers? If I may say?" George added.
"Followers my ass." Kenneth said laughing to himself. "We could try and look for the places he delivered some firearms?" Margot suggested. Then something popped up in Kenneth's head. "You found James down the street right?" Kenneth asked, pointing at George.
"Uh, yeah?" George said, confused. "2 years before the raid, he did deliver firearms on this street,"
"Can I just kill the idiot now?" Margot whined, cutting off Kenneth. "He delivered it to a guy named Joshua Mercia." Then he threw a photo of the guy to George. "Do you know where he could be?" George asked.
"Why the f*ck are you asking me?!" Kenneth said with an angry tone. "Of course I know where he is." Kenneth added. George let out a sigh of relief while Margot just rolled her eyes.
"George, you go and keep an eye on James, Margot you can come with me."
"Wait, where are you guys going?" George asked frantically. "Go and look for Joshua."
"Do you even have an idea on where he would be dumbass?" Margot said jokingly. "We're going to the other side of LA."
"I'm down for an adventure." Margot said excitingly. "Why can't I come?!" George said from the foot of the door. "We need someone to keep an eye on James, remember?" Kenneth said annoyed.
As George left Kenneth's house, Margot went to grab her bag full of her knives. "Hey, did you still keep my cutters and blades?" Margot asked, looking at her bag. "Isn't that like, synonyms for a knife?" Kenneth said, turning to Margot, looking confused. "Uh, no." Margot said irritated and sarcastically.
"The others are in the basement." Kenneth said and went to his office. "'Ain't even gonna accompany me to the basement." Margot said to herself, and went to Kenneth's house basement.
Kenneth got a text message. "Don't even bother going to Mercia's. You'll just waste your time."
At the back of his head, Kenneth suspected that George could be working for Nathan, or even James. So he decided to tell Margot this when they get to the car.