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Third Person POV

Mean and Copter quickly went to the driveway and got into Mean's car.

"The mall is not too far from here," Mean stated as he smoothly merged with the evening traffic. "We should be able to meet up with Plan in less than thirty minutes."

"That's good," Copter responded. "He sounded really desperate. The sooner we get to him the better."

"Do me a favor, Copter," Mean said. "Take my phone from my pocket and call back Plan. It should be the first number that appears under Recent calls."

Copter truly did not mean to do so, but he dug too deep into Mean's pocket making Mean press hard on the brakes, and making the car screech loudly. The motorists behind them started blaring their horns.

"I'm sorry," Copter murmured, his face turning a beet red.

Mean did not say a word but turned his attention back to the traffic. Mean had a good mind to ditch Plan's pleas for help and just turn his car around and go back to the house and make passionate love to Copter.

Copter quickly turned Mean's phone on and then realized that he did not have the password for it.

"I need your password to open your phone," Copter said, his voice sounding very repentant. He wanted to beat himself up for making such a careless stupid mistake. What must Mean think of him.

Mean dictated six numbers to Copter. Copter dutifully tapped the numbers on the screen and then went to Recent after tapping on the calls icon. He tapped on the first number just as Mean instructed.

Plan answered immediately.

"Are you close by now?" Plan asked.

"Ask him where he wants us to pick him up," Mean said to Copter.

Plan must have heard Mean's voice because he said immediately, "I'm at the entrance of the west wing of the mall."

"Tell him we will be there shortly," Mean said, his face looking grim. Copter could not tell whether it was because of the earlier incident with the phone in Mean's pocket or whether he was determined to get to Plan as quickly as he could.

In spite of the mall looking crowded, Mean was lucky to find a parking spot right away.

"Come on, let's go find Plan," Mean said, jumping out of the car and already walking briskly towards the entrance of the west wing.

Copter tried to keep up with him but he was walking too fast. Copter wondered whether he should have just waited inside the car. There was really no need for him to accompany Mean to pick up Plan, but oh well, it was too late now.

As soon as Plan saw Mean and Copter approaching, he ran towards them and flung himself on Mean.

"I am so glad you are here," Plan said between sobs as he clung to Mean, burying his face in Mean's chest.

Copter looked away. Copter was someone who did not feel comfortable watching people display emotions. He himself was someone who kept his emotions to himself.

Mean waited for Plan's sobs to die down and then said, "Come, let's walk to my car and then you can tell me all about what happened."

Mean noticed Plan looking uncertainly at Copter.

Was there something that Plan did not want Copter to hear, Mean wondered.

"I will be dropping off Copter at his apartment before I bring you to my house," Mean informed Plan.

Plan seemed to sigh in relief. 

"I have no problem with that," Plan said with a sad smile.

As soon as Mean dropped Copter at the front of Copter's apartment building, Plan did not wait for Mean to start his car. Plan turned to Mean and grabbed Mean's arm.

"I found several secret pictures of Copter in Kimmon's phone!" Plan said, sobbing all over again. "The pictures seemed to have been taken by Kimmon when Copter was not looking!"

Mean gritted his teeth.

"The bloody bastard!" Mean said, banging his fist on the wheel of his car, making the horn sound so loud that it made Plan jump in his seat.