<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/a8f80da8-846c-4529-9874-f6d60b851894.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Plum was furious as she made her way down the halls of PM. Her stilettos were no where to be seen and she wasn't in her usual elegant garb. Instead, she was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top--or it would have been white had Plum not been covered in blood. Dangling from her clenched fist was something that looked like a decapitated head, but it was too mangled for anyone who saw her to be sure.<br/><br/>She came upon Ghost's office door and punched in the code, slamming the door wide open. Ghost sat at his desk while a few lackeys stood around giving him updates on things going on in the organization. They all turned to look at her, surprised by the abrupt appearance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"Out. Now."</span><br/><br/>The lackeys began to head out, except for one. He stood behind and stared down at Plum,<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "You ain't the boss. Ghost is. I ain't going no--" </span></span>The man didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Plum swung the object in her hand, hitting the man directly in the face. His head snapped to the side, but Plum did not allow him to recover. She threw the object in her hand at Ghost's desk and grabbed the man by his throat, slamming him against a nearby wall. His feet no longer were on the floor and he was turning an awful reddish purple color.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I don't give two shits who the boss is right now--when I say get out, I mean get the fuck out!" </span><br/><br/>With that, Plum dropped the man. He scrambled to get up as he held his throat, coughing and choking the entire way out. Plum slammed the door behind the man and twirled around to face Ghost, who seemed to be eying the bloody mess that was now his desk.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"It's a head--the head of the man you sent to tail me,"</span>Plum stated in a growl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"Can you please explain to me why I am being tailed on your orders when I'm out and doing the tasks YOU assigned me to? Can you please explain to me when you began to think that I was no longer trust worthy?"</span>Plum's voice wasn't sweet and melodious as many knew it, but gravelly and angry.