Fifteen tugged at the hem of Lala's skirt. "I'm all set. Remember to have the boat ready. Once I get it, I'll leave immediately."
"Don't worry." Carl answered on the other end of the line.
"Wait for my good news." Hanging up, she went back to the dressing table, slipped the phone into a small silver clutch, then walked to the bed and rummaged through her backpack, taking out a few items—an injector, a tube of lipstick, a silver butterfly knife, and finally a mini collector that could capture Phoebe's iris image.
Inside the mini injector was a sedative strong enough to keep an adult man asleep for two hours.
The lipstick had the same effect, but she had to kiss the target and make him ingest the lipstick.
From her last clash with Phoebe, Fifteen knew he was a tough one, so she'd prepared a double insurance, just in case.
She stuffed all three items into the little clutch, turned, walked out the door, and took the elevator up to the terrace on the eighteenth floor.
