#7ish

I ran down the stairs from her control room and into the hallway, hoping she'd meet me in the living room. She knows every layout for every maze, so it never fails that she's in there before all of us. Let's hope she never turns on us...if so, we're screwed. 

She's sitting on the couch, a liquor glass in her hand and a beer sitting on the table for me. 

"What, is it...poisoned?" I frown, staring suspiciously at the bottle. 

"Nope. Just spit in a few times." She's wearing too much of a mischievous grin for me to believe her. I shrug then sit next to her, careful not to touch the beer. It's calling to me, though. That's a problem.

"So, Jokes. What's the planley...?"

"...Stanley." I add, taking the beer and tossing it in the garbage can. It explodes into a pile of flames and smoke. I giggle. "Just...spit in it...hmm?"

"See, even my spit is on fiiiiireee." She grins, taking a sip of whatever it is she's drinking. Meanwhile, I roll my eyes and head to the bar, opening the liquor fridge, I take out a bottle of Jack. Such an easy way to slide into drinking. And it's my name. 

"So...here's...the...plan." I say, still turned away from her. Then I flip around and grin, "Kidnap...the Lenore."

Red stares at me for a moment before chuckling, then realizing that I'm not kidding, she freezes and quietly asks, "You're joking, right?"

"Not...this...time."

"Why, in the seven hells, would you ever want to do that?"

"Let's just say it fits into a particular plan that would ensure us that Poison Ivy would never bother us again, AND, all suspicions around Lenore would be driven away. This also means that we need to kidnap some other diplomats and hold them for ransom along with Lenore so that it doesn't seem that we're just targeting her."

"...I still don't understand. How does this help anyone?"

I sigh, then exit the room and run up to Red's control room. Glancing around at the machines, I find the one which recorded Poison Ivy's and my conversation, then eject it and run back to the living room, slipping it in for Red to enjoy, meanwhile still holding the bottle of Jack. 

"You work on that plan. I've got to go check on the building of the Crow's Nest...make sure everything is up to Lenore's standards. But better... OooOoh...you know what would be neat? If we could get Raven in on the kidnapping...that way ALL suspicion is taken away from her. Isn't Annabelle about her size...?" Without waiting for an answer, I drop the rest of my unfinished Jack Daniels in the garbage can. It clanks to the bottom of the can, then I toss the remote on top of the TV to Red and scamper out the door.