Mercy Killing book 1 (chapter 12)

“So, what are your plans Mercy?” Van Dugan asked.
“Easy.” she stated. “Tomorrow, I will set the intruder alarm, and then I will change and kill Mariah. After she dies, I will take control of the school.”
“That deserves a round of no applause.” Van Dugan called.
“What’s your plan?” Mariah asked.
“Terrorizing I’m going to terrorize Cincinnati and make them believe a ton of bullcrap.”
“Explain.” Frieda asked.
“Simple. A bombing here, a robbery here, a gun shooting there, all that stuff. Then, I will run for mayor with a party, and trying to get the mayor out. Then, I will have control of the city. None can stop me.”
“Wow. Complicated.” Mercy scoffed.
“Mine has the same idea.” Master Bradley said. “I’ll be killing the mayor and then running for mayor.”
Frieda nodded. “I’m taking control of an Akron company and then will take control of more companies who will rebel against the government. Sounds spiffy doesn‘t it?”
“No.” Mercy yelled. “Everyone’s is so complicated. I kill seven people who stand in my way, and then I will have control of the land. Easy. Simple. Not Complicated.”
“Well, good. This Mariah girl. What is she like?”
“Like a tough piece of leather. You can’t break her, or tear her down. She argues against me and yells at me. She’s similar to me.”
“And looks like you. You sent me a picture.” Frieda called.
“We look nothing alike.” Mercy quickly yelled.
“By the way, did you kill Nancy Grace?” Master Bradley asked Mercy.
“Yes. She was easy pickings. All talk, no walk. Very annoying woman. I hope it was a slow painful death.”
Mercy remarked. “Any of the seven could have done it.”
“What about the other three?” Van Dugan asked.
“I’m not sure.” Master Bradley remarked. “It will probably be like mine, or even like yours, Van Dugan.”
“And what’s with Agent 4?” Frieda asked. “He’s really ugly.”
“That’s his powers, Dingus.” Mercy yelled.
“W……what……about….mm….me….??…” a voice called.
Another square came on the screen. Mariah didn’t see his face, but he sounded creepy with a heavy deep and crackly voice.
“Oh, Agent 4!” Master Bradley called. “How’s Toledo?”
“…………horrible……it smells………like fish…water………my weakness…”
“Tsk. Tsk. Agent 4.” Frieda called. “It’s a bit of water. Goodness.”
“Didn’t you listen to him?” Mercy asked. “It’s his weakness. His downfall and death is water.”
“Why?” Frieda asked.
“Because.” Van Dugan said. “He’s a living corpse.”