Partners in crime *CHAP 4*

    Tony meanwhile was able to get a good look at the vault's lock. It had only a simple tumbler lock, like those you see on school lockers.
    While Tony was doing that, I had found myself in O'Hare's lap. His tiny, tiny, little lap.
    "Um….well, I'm sorry, My brother's expecting me…" I stutter, trying in vain to escape.
    "Like I said, Sweetie, forget them, O'Hare's your man." O'Hare states, scanning me up and down with a sick look in his eyes. 
    More like punching bag, I think. I then see Tony wave in one of the windows.
    "OK!" I shout, finally released from the tiny man's grasp. "If you aren't going to help me without 'payment'", I stated, putting air quotes over "Payment", "I'll go into town to look for some real help." I started for the door.
    "I don't think---"
    DING DONG! Rang the bell.
    One of O'Hare's servants opened the door.
    "You again?!" O'Hare screams.
    At the door stood a boy, maybe just starting high school, wearing a bright orange tee shirt.
    Grabbing my wrist, O'Hare screams, "Can't you see I'm busy?!"
    "Mr.O'Hare! Please! We just got the trees to grow back! Don't cut them down!" The boy screams, stepping inside.
    I shot him a pleading look.
    "Ted, get out, NOW." O'Hare replies, causing one of his guards to throw the poor boy out.
    "No….not again….." I whimper. The only way out now is if I blew my cover. Sighing, I lifted O'Hare. "Listen, you old, perverted, ugly, little, tiny man. I will claw out your family jewels and stuff them so far down your throat that they will come back out if you do not release me this second." I threatened in a dark tone.
    "I love a frisky girl" He spat back.