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Daisy entered the little waffle house, she had come in early that day, Rube's orders. She spotted Rube in a booth near the centre of the room. He was alone. She walked over and sat to down in the seat opposite him. He was looking sadly at the post-it in his hand. She frowned, he barley acknowledged her entrance. What could be bothering him?

"Rube?"

"Hello Daisy. Can I buy you some breakfast?"

"No, thank you, I had something before I left. Rube, why did you call me in early?"

"Does George know where you are?"

"No she was still sleeping when I left. I never told her, why?"

"Because it's best she doesn't know. Can you promise me that Daisy?"

Daisy grew more and more curious of what Rube was getting at. Who was on that post-it that was so important? Why is it such a secret?

"Rube?"

"I'm sorry to say I can't take this post-it. I have others. You cannot tell her Daisy."

"Who is it?"

"Take a look"

Daisy took the post-it, she hesitantly looked at the name. R. Lass, 555 Princeport Ave, ETD 3:20pm.

Daisy looked at it in horror and put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my God. Rube, is this her-"

"Yes it is. George's sister is going to die today."

"Oh no. Rube, someone has to tell her. She is only going to read it in the paper. Wouldn't it be better if she found out from us?"

"No! Because she will fuck things up! I know her. She will do everything in her power to disrupt the natural order of things. People die. There is nothing we can do about it!"

"But can we tell her after her sister dies?"

"Only after."

Rube gathered up his things and stood up.

"I have things to do. Remember what I said Daisy."

And with that he left, leaving Daisy sitting at the booth with the post-it in her hand.

A/N: sorry about the cliffie. Will add more if I get enough reveiws!

This is my fist fan fiction! Please tell me what you thought.