Little Donnie returned to his bedroom, sat on the bed, pulled out a handgun, and aimed it at his head.
"Bang!"
After mimicking a gunshot with his mouth, Little Donnie lowered the handgun and carefully examined it in his hand. After a while, he raised the gun again.
"Bang! How could he be faster than me?"
With a frown, he muttered to himself, then threw the handgun onto the bed, lay back on it for a while, but soon got up, put the gun in the drawer, and closed it before turning to sit on the chair.
Looking at his watch, Little Donnie felt that the past ten minutes were unusually long; the key was that Number Thirteen hadn't sent any instructions, making him wonder if there was an issue with the earpiece hidden in his ear.
Finally, a sudden voice in the deep recesses of his ear startled Little Donnie.
"The other side has arrived. Get your phone ready."
