There’s some shouting in Spanish coming from outside… Too far away to make out.
“Velle!” Peters calls from the doorway.
Velle’s forehead lines as he staggers over.
“I’m sorry,” Dash whispers to Angel. “I was… Callum.”
“I… I know,” Angel rasps. “I’m sorry I was… you.”
“What in the fuck…” Kemper looks like he might pass out.
“Something is going on,” Peters is grumbling to Velle. “I think they’re retreating…”
Angel’s attention is stolen by their conversation.
“Dash, there are things that you just don’t… remember,” Luthor says, eyes bouncing between Dash and Kemper.
Kemper’s expression is one of distressed confusion, while Dash is just nodding, remorsefully.
“The Officer again…?” Dash rubs his eyes.
He seems like he’s coming to a bit, but it’s not a relief. Because he’s clearly still miserable.
Luthor is quiet for a moment before whispering, “Yea.”
“Fuck my fucking life.” Dash bends at the waist, struggling to breathe.
Kemper is holding him, rubbing his back, despite the anguish he’s clearly suffering himself, not understanding what this all means, but slowly piecing it together.
What in the hell is happening right now?
So it wasn’t just me… Dash hooked up with all of us while he was in his psychosis trance??
“Are they regrouping??” Velle hisses, scope aimed into the woods. “Why are they just standing around?”
The roaring engine sounds like it’s getting louder…
“Anyone see anything?” Peters barks into his walkie.
“This is so fucked…” Kemper croaks. The dude sounds like he’s a breath away from either erupting or crumbling to pieces. “Dascha, baby, just breathe. It’s okay, we’ll figure this all out…”
“I see a car! Speeding up the coast,” Jasper shouts from somewhere outside. “I think it’s a… Rolls.”
“Oh… shit.” Velle slowly lowers his rifle, gaze shifting to Joy and Rook.
“Officer Chevelle!” A panicked voice comes crackling over Velle’s walkie, lying on the floor between us all.
It’s very familiar, though it’s never sounded so…franticbefore.
All of our faces fall to the walkie by our feet.
“Jonathan…” The Ivory gasps like he’s out of breath. “Please… Let’s talk.”
Then…
So I guess I’m in a cell again.
A new one, not even vaguely similar to the last.
