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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 2 2017, 04:48 AM Post #3871 |
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Is that so?
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Willow didn't join Brandon. She simply stayed where she was, lost in thought. It wasn't until Antonio touched her on the shoulder that she snapped out of her self-imposed stupor, if only a little bit. Connor was awake nearby, but Brandon and Emmett were gone, presumably to bed at this point. "You've been distant." He whispered. Willow frowned; "I know." The middle-aged man nodded his head knowingly. He glanced over his shoulder toward Connor and then back to Willow. "Meet me in the backyard in five. Let's have a chat." Willow furled her brow. * * * * * Ten minutes later, Willow found herself standing on the back patio, bathed in the gentle glow of the moon and the stars -- at least as much of the glow as could slip between the clouds hovering overhead. The air was brisk, but it was a feeling Willow had long since gotten used to feeling. A small, circular table, made out of cheap metal and plastic, sat center stage on the patio. Three chairs were positioned around it. On a warm, summer evening, this backyard would have been ideal for a family barbecue. The limited plants and singular tree would have been well maintained and made for a nice atmosphere. Now the plants were dead, replaced by whatever sturdy weeds could survive the dry climate and the temperature was cold. Willow couldn't help but feel that it was a little haunting to be back here. "You came." The solemn voice of Antonio greeted her as she stepped outside and closed the back door behind her. He was sitting at one of the chairs around the table. A pack was resting at his feet and a bottle of something was sitting on the table in front of him along with two small glasses. Was that... alcohol? "Have a seat." He offered her with a wave of his arm. Not knowing what else to do, she sat down. Antonio reached for the bottle in front of him and poured a liquid into one of the two glasses. He then slid the glass toward her. "Jack Daniels." He said simply. "I found it a while back. Probably a good $200 bottle of whiskey here. I was afraid you were going to leave me to drink it alone tonight." Willow reached out and grabbed the glass. She hesitated for a moment, but eventually downed it in one gulp. It was definitely strong. Antonio smirked and started to refill her glass after she put it back on the table. "Why?" Willow finally asked. "This is... weird. You're a..." "A man of the cloth?" Antonio finished her sentence solemnly as he finished refilling Willow's glass and moved in to filling his own. "I wasn't always a man of the cloth. And sometimes old habits die hard." "What do you mean?" "See, I was the opposite of you as a child. You were rich, upper class... born with a silver spoon in your mouth, as we might say. Me? I was born as one of two children to a pair of poor immigrants from San Salvador. Illegal immigrants, actually. My dad tried to raise me right, but I ended up joining one of the local gangs anyway. I didn't do it for something as stupid as 'power' or 'control' like some people. I just wanted to make my dad's life easier. I figured if I was in a gang, they wouldn't go harassing him for protection money and he might be able to save something up for once. Cause he'd be family at that point, even if indirectly. And it worked. For a time. But it ruined any ties I might have had with my family." Antonio smiled ruefully and turned his gaze toward the backyard. "I was stupid. My boyfriend told me to-" "Wait, your boyfriend!?" Willow couldn't help herself, the words leaked out of her mouth before she was even aware of them. "Bet you didn't see that one coming." He mused in response, which he followed up with by emptying his glass. "Yes. I am a homosexual. For years I tried to deny that simple fact. But even with all the prayers I have done, it never went away. I never stopped being gay. Like I said, old habits die hard." "Huh..." "Anyway, my boyfriend tried to convince me to leave the gang and put it behind us. I didn't. In the end, it got him killed and me thrown in jail with nothing left. Not even my old man tried to get me out. He left me to rot, forever the disappointment to him. Which I did deserve. With nothing left, I agreed to a plea deal. In exchange for my testimony against some of the most wanted men in the city, they would give me a new identity and send me halfway across the country. A second chance at life. Of course I agreed. And that is how Antonio Mendez was born." He paused for a few lingering moments to let what he said sink in. Willow, for her part, was intrigued. She had never heard this much about Antonio's past. Even if it was temporary, it helped her forget about her own pain for a moment. "I joined the Church. I wanted to make amends for my mistakes. I became a counselor at the university as an attempt to persuade young adults to make better choices than I did. I wanted to give them the guidance that I never had and maybe help them make something more of themselves than I ever could. But in the process, I clouded my own judgment. I focused on what I thought I should be, and not on what I was. I tried to pretend that I was something that I was not. I didn't think that I could be gay and still love God. I did not think that I could like alcohol or violence and still be a good Christian. But these past few weeks... have opened my eyes. They have made me remember something important that my dad always used to say, but I had somehow forgot. He said... 'Being Christian isn't about following the words of God. It is about following the spirit of God.' I didn't really understand it at the time, but for the first time in my life, I think it makes sense. Humans are... messed up creatures. We strive for a perfection that we can never truly attain. As such, the word of God is a measure that we will never live up to. In fact, the word of God isn't really the word of God at all, it is just the words of men, translated into countless languages with meaning that has all but been lost through the generations. At it's very core, the Bible tells us that we should be good people and look out for one another. I don't think God cares if I am gay. I don't think he cares if I drink. I don't think he cares if we make mistakes. I don't think he cares about any of that. I think all God cares about is that we do the right thing when a choice is presented to us. That we just be the best human being that we can be. When someone says 'Do we kill them or have mercy' the right answer is to always have mercy. And in that quest, we can never allow ourselves to waver. What we do outside of that... doesn't really matter. To a degree, of course." Antonio quietly finished up another glass of whiskey. He then grabbed the bottle and refilled both Willow's and his own bottles. "Why tell me all that?" Willow asked quietly. "Because, my dear... I can see that you are struggling too." Willow nodded her head. "It's just... overwhelming right now. I am trying to process everything, but it just... it just isn't. Everything was easier when I had those painkillers. The weight of the world just felt so much lighter back then. So much easier to manage." "You are not wrong." Antonio agreed with her. "I just... never feel like I knew them." "Hm?" "Glenda was like a mother figure to me. But I never really knew that much about her. She was always secretive, but always looked out for me. I knew a few snippets of her past, but not much beyond that. Julie was... Julie was great. But she didn't talk to me much about her past. And Jen was like the best friend I never had. I didn't think anything could kill her with her confidence. And Randall... Randall and I never got along, but he always looked out for me in his own way. And I feel like I owed it to him to look after his kids for him. He brought this group so far, and I couldn't even do that. Kelsey is probably dead, and we know that Nolan is. And do you know what the worst part is? Even though Nolan just died, we haven't even had a service. We can't even remember him! I mean... even if we did have a service, I didn't know the guy. What would I say? I know he liked science. I know he was smart. I know he was hung like a h-." "I'm gonna stop you right there." Antonio raised his hand and interjected. "I don't think I want to know. But that isn't relevant right now." "EXACTLY!" Willow exclaimed almost a little too loudly. "It isn't relevant at all! I didn't know the first thing about him! I didn't know the first thing about Jen or Julie or Glenda or Randall or Mac or Roland or ANYBODY! I didn't know anything about any of them! I... I don't even know how to remember them! How do you remember somebody you knew nothing about? If I met their family, what would I be able to tell them about their dead relative? If we save the word, how are we going to remember those of us that died when we don't even know the first thing about them? And now I need to worry about the same thing happening with Annie and Emily? And I need to worry about it without drugs? I... I don't know if I can keep doing this..." Willow finished her glass of whiskey again and then covered her face with her hands. She wasn't crying. She didn't feel like she had any tears left to shed. But the pain in her chest was more than ample to remind her of her losses. The puzzle trying to piece itself together in her head couldn't take form. "What brought all this up?" Antonio asked after an awkward minute. "I found Jen's notebook. She was a good artist. I didn't know that. But... I dunno. I saw glimpses into her personal life from before all of this. And it felt so... personal. It was something I had almost forgotten about. Something I forgot other people used to have. It made me realize I didn't really know her at all. I didn't really know anybody. And that... that bothers me, you know?" Antonio nodded and poured Willow another glass. "You beat yourself up too much. You know that, right?" "Yeah..." "The way I see it, what people did before isn't really important." Antonio leaned back in his chair and looked toward the stars. "I was in prison, remember? I was in a gang. But even thought that is in my past, that isn't who I am today. It isn't really somebody's past that you need to focus on. It is their present. You know the people that they were, and that says more about them than their history. Jen was somebody who was full of life and exuberance. She wasn't going to let life tear her down no matter what happened. Her boundless optimism helped get us through some dark times, and the world is a darker place without it. Nolan was a bright young man. He made up for his lack of survival skills with his quick thinking and creative solutions. He was cursed by his own self-doubt, but that never stopped him from trying to stand up when the occasion called for it. If you stop and think about it... you could say something like that for everyone here. I think you know exactly what you need to know about each person here." Willow pursed her lips. A part of her knew Antonio was right. And that helped a little. "But it still feels so heavy..." She answered. "And that's okay." Antonio assured her. "It will be heavy. But we are here to help you stand. You aren't alone, no matter what happens. But just like we are here for you, we need you to be here for us too. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. No matter how this plays out, we need you here with us. You got a good head on your shoulders and a good heart beating inside you. And we need both of those now more than ever." Willow inhaled deeply. The cold night air filled her lungs. "Yeah. You can count on me." "Good." Antonio smirked. She did feel a little better. Everything still felt heavy, but Antonio was right. She wasn't in this alone. And on top of that, she knew all she needed to know about everyone they had lost. They were all good people, they were all her friends, and she could trust each and every one of them with her life. That was all she needed to know. It was amazing how easy it was to forget all of that sometimes. "To fallen friends." Antonio lifted his filled glass in the air. "To fallen friends." Willow repeated as she touched her glass to his. "They won't be forgotten." |
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| Strompy | Feb 9 2017, 02:09 AM Post #3872 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon didn't know what woke him up. Everything was quiet. He could hear some morning birds singing faintly but it wasn't that. There was pale light coming from the east, very faint, but it wasn't that. He was sure after the last two days of without sleep and in pain he'd sleep through the day if nobody woke him up. But he was awake, at the crack of dawn, right on time. He reached behind him and felt Willow's sleeping body next to him and with a suppressed grunt shifted around to face her. Her mouth was agape and she'd been chewing a few errant strands of hair in her sleep. Her hair was the first thing he noticed about her. It was a little more faded than it had been those weeks ago, and more and more of her natural blonde was showing. An unbidden thought came to mind and he wondered, for no reason in particular, how many more mornings he'd be allowed to wake up next to her. As gently as he could he got out of bed and made his way first to the bathroom where they were keeping their hostages. With his pistol drawn he opened the door and confirmed they were still inside, before going out the back door to take a leak. He made his way back inside and went into the bedroom where Emmett was asleep. He didn't wake him up, but at the same time didn't take special precaution not to wake him up, knowing that Emmett was an early riser anyway and might have even appreciated the wake up. Whoever lived here was on the hefty side so he was out of luck for finding a good fit to replace some of his dirty clothes, but he did at least find a coat that could come in handy. He stood in front of the vanity and inspected his wound dressings. The cut in his shoulder was still fresh, no sign of infection thankfully. For a few moments he stared at his eye-patch before daring to lift it up and look beneath. It was still a little swollen and had turned a deep reddish purple, as for the eye itself it was painful to open and he had to use his hands to open it all the way. There weren't any whites, it was still completely red with blood and like before he couldn't even see blurs out of it. He made his way out to the front of the house, to the living room where Connor slept on the couch. Antonio was still on watch, literally standing guard at the window, either he hadn't slept or had gotten up incredibly early. Brandon hoped he'd gotten at least a little sleep. Brandon joined him, giving him a simple nod good-morning which he returned. He watched as a lone rotter milled around outside, eventually spotting a crow picking through an over turned garbage can down the street. The rotter made a token attempt at catching it before the crow effortlessly flew out of reach. Brandon idly wondered if crows were smart enough to tell the difference between people and rotters. "I've decided not to go ahead with the trade. We're going to give their people back, and be patient. I mean we have to wait for Eli and Kelsey anyway, we've got nothing but time. As for food, we don't necessarily need their help. We know they haven't cleared out the north side of town, and even if they're as efficient as they seem they still couldn't have gotten everything. We can salvage the situation." he said quietly. "Are you still on-board to make the delivery?" he asked. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 10 2017, 11:26 AM Post #3873 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor awoke to the sound of Brandon’s voice, and realized as soon as his eyes opened that he was talking to Antonio, not him. The daze of sleep cleared in time to hear Brandon’s question. It took him a few seconds to piece together what that meant, but before Antonio could answer, Connor understood. He’s handing the hostages over… Connor slowly sat up on the couch, wearing a frown on his face. He didn’t agree with that approach. He had said so last night. But he knew they weren’t going to listen to him. So he kept quiet, unhappily watching as the conversation played out. * * * “It’s morning,” Eli said. “Time to wake up.” He gently shook the Kelsey by the arm. His gaze shifted from her to the horizon and back. Sometime after getting through the meal, Kelsey had succumbed to the notion of sleep. Eli did too – but not on purpose, and he didn’t know for how long. All he knew is that at one moment, he was sitting down, starring bleary-eyed into the distance for a sign of rotters or people. The next, he was on his side, frantically opening and closing his eyes, trying to blink away the faces of the people he killed. Nothing had changed in the time between, though. It was still pitch black. He couldn’t have been out for more than an hour, if that. He was lucky nothing happened. He also didn’t hear another gunshot for the rest of the night. Maybe that was lucky too, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was Lowell or Noah that had fired the first one, and now they were long gone, and impossible to catch up with. Or maybe it was them, and if Eli had kept driving, they would have got the drop on him in the dark. It didn’t matter anymore. Eli had made his decision, and now all they could do was keep moving. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 13 2017, 05:17 AM Post #3874 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio had not slept much last night. He and Willow had spoken further into the night, trading banter about lost friends and comrades. It was a solemn remembrance for friends they had lost. By the time they had reached the bottom of the bottle, Willow was in better spirits. Antonio was simply glad that he could help the young woman during such a difficult time. Of course, talking with her had been just as therapeutic for him as it has been for her; but he didn't admit that to her. "I'm prepared." Antonio answered Brandon after the young man joined him. His head still throbbed lightly from drinking last night and he was tired from the marginal amount of sleep he had gotten. But at least one of those was fairly normal these days; and the other was a minor inconvenience at best. Besides, knowing what they were about to step into was sobering enough. Antonio had pleaded for the case to go this route and return Saxon's people. And while he still believed it was the right thing to do, he was not so blind as to be unaware of the risk. No matter how much he trusted that everything would work out, it was impossible to squelch the tiny voice of doubt that always existed inside him. "Saxon is a reasonable man. But we can't say the same for all of his people. Especially now." Antonio exhaled lightly. "If diplomacy fails here and this doesn't work... then I don't have a Plan B. Not a good one, at least. Do you?" * * * * * Kelsey's eyes fluttered open. Was she asleep? How long had she been asleep? She snapped to attention almost instantly, though her body did not respond well; her movements were sluggish and uncoordinated and her eyes were more than a little glazed over. Through her clouded vision, she saw Nolan sitting nearby. He was looking out toward the horizon. And for a brief moment, she could feel herself brighten; she wanted to jump to her feet and embrace him. But when she closed her eyes and shook her head, he was gone. There was nobody there and her heart once again sank into her knotted stomach. "I..." She unconsciously uttered a single word before realizing Eli was the one that had awakened her. Not only that, he could hear her. "I'm still tired." She quickly said, trying her best to speak clearly. Despite her attempts, her words were heavily slurred like someone who had just woken up from a drug induced sleep. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 16 2017, 06:42 PM Post #3875 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli studied Kelsey’s confused expression for a moment. He wondered if that’s what he looked like, when he woke up and the visions of dead friends and enemies were still fading from his mind. He had to suppress a sigh. He had to force himself to ignore the question he wanted to ask, the one about whether he was actually helping her. “You can sleep more in the car, if you want,” he said, after breaking his gaze. “Just help me pack up first, so we can get going.” |
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| Strompy | Feb 16 2017, 11:13 PM Post #3876 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"It all depends on how good or bad things go. If they decide they want to hold onto Emily and Annie we can't take any action against King's men without endangering them. If somebody makes the mistake of hurting any of our people, then I'm not going to hold anything back." Brandon said, already running through various scenarios and how he might take a fight to Saxon's people if it came to it. He was reminded of what happened in St Thomas, how those bastards drove a semi right through the building. he could probably come up with something a little less suicidal than that. "Well, this thing is in your hands now. We'll follow your lead. How are we doing this?" he asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 20 2017, 03:17 AM Post #3877 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio didn't look at Brandon; he simply kept his gaze fixated out the window. There was something beautiful to him about the morning's first light that was impossible to explain with words. The gentle rays shimmering over the desert landscape helped ease his soul. "There are a lot of factors here. But it all starts with contacting Saxon." He finally said. "We need proof that Annie and Emily are still alive and that his people are under control." It felt morose to even consider the fact that Annie and Emily had been disposed of during the night, but it was a necessary step to take. Antonio was confident that Saxon would not have ordered such a thing. But, as he had mentioned before, Saxon was not the person that he was concerned about. "And I should be the one to talk to him." He added. "No offense." * * * * * "Sure..." Kelsey groaned. The young girl sluggishly rose to her feet and set about helping Eli pack up their meager belongings. She was too tired to hold much of a conversation, however. Kelsey deduced her stupor was due to the sleeping medicine Eli had given her; she remembered Nolan once complaining about a similar feeling after taking some. But it wasn't until now that she understood what it felt like. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 20 2017, 01:34 PM Post #3878 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was the first back in the Camry. He retrieved the keys from under the mat and started the car while he waited for Kelsey to get in. Once she had, he gave her another good look. She was still out of it. He decided against saying anything. When the door was closed, he just gently put his foot on the gas, easing them back towards the road. * * * “...so that’s how it is,” Eli concluded. As he spoke, he kept trying to blink away his tiredness. “Phoenix is not happening.” Noah and Lowell’s prescribed route – the one Kelsey remembered from listening in from the back of their truck, then duplicated as best she could on their gas station map – called for a trip through the state capital. But as Eli had just told Kelsey, Phoenix once had a population of over a million. It was probably a quarantine zone right when it all started. That likely meant another army of dead. Besides, chances were it was bombed to shit anyway, like most of the other big cities. Probably couldn’t drive through it, even if they wanted to. Eli had made that point as well. The chances were, Noah and Lowell drew the same conclusion and circled around as well. There was a good chance they would get back to their route after, and they could still catch up to them by Nogales. Eli had to explain all that when he got off the highway, so soon after he had just gotten back on it. Before that point, it had been quiet in the car. Eli figured the silence was a combination of them being too tired to talk, and the tension from last night spilling over into today. Their talk by the campfire had gotten pretty intense. A sign in the distance said ‘Camp Verde’ – the name of a much smaller town Eli was opting to pass through. As they passed it, Eli realized his blinking wasn’t working, so he rubbed one eye with the side of his palm, then the other. He felt a little better after that. He glanced at Kelsey. “So we good?” |
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| Strompy | Mar 6 2017, 09:43 AM Post #3879 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"No, you're right. I think I've pretty firmly established myself as an asshole to them, which is okay I guess, I think it'll actually work in your favor. Bit of the old good-cop bad-cop." Brandon mused. He reached behind his back and produced they'd taken off their captives. As if passing a symbol of office he handed the radio to Antonio. "You're show now." Brandon finally noticed Connor awake and watching them. He knew that he didn't approve. Brandon understood, his gut was telling him to dig in his heels and go ahead with a trade. To force those people to do things his way. They couldn't afford to make enemies of these people though. They had a stronge position, supplies to last a long time and they knew the area. On top of that there was Kelsey and Eli to think of. They needed to do whatever they could to stay here and wait for them, and surrendering their captives was the best shot at reestablishing good or even just okay relations. "You and me are going to do a food run a little later, fix yourself up a gore suit." he informed him. Maybe getting him outside doing something would keep his mind on something other than his mom for a couple minutes at least. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 15 2017, 11:24 PM Post #3880 |
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Is that so?
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"We're good." Kelsey halfheartedly answered Eli. And they were. For the most part. Kelsey understood why he was the way he was sometimes; even if he was scary or intense. But her mind was more focused on the road. On chasing Lowell and Noah down. She didn't think it was right to chase them down. Her dad would have told her no. Nolan would have, too. Even her mom might have stayed her hand on this one. And a part of Kelsey wanted to do that too, but it wasn't that easy. She was hurting right now because of them. And she didn't know what else to do about it. If tracking down Lowell and Noah and killing them was what she needed to do to find some modicum of peace, then that was what she was going to do. "I just want to find these guys." * * * * * Antonio nodded his head as Brandon left. He remained on the couch, looking outside, for a few long minutes. Then, he brought the radio to his mouth. "Saxon, are you there? This is Antonio." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 16 2017, 12:53 AM Post #3881 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli looked from the road to Kelsey and held his gaze for a moment, trying to gauge their sincerity of her response. As best he could tell, she wasn’t pouting. He was at least a little bit relieved. “I know,” he said. “Me too.” He was also being sincere. The sooner they found and killed Noah and Lowell, the sooner they could go back to Nevada and reunite with Brandon and the others – assuming that Brandon had even successfully rescued Willow and Annie, which Eli had to assume he did, since he couldn’t spend some time worrying about that now. Plus, Noah and Lowell deserved it. Kelsey was more important, but Eli still recognised that. If Kelsey wasn’t on board that truck when it was escaping Salt Lake City, he may very well have pursued it anyway. He’d never know for sure. For now, all Eli could think about was following the plan and getting to Nogales. And stay awake. He had to do that too. He reminded himself of that as he rubbed his eyes once again. * * * “Fine,” Connor said, in response to Brandon’s order. He didn’t want to go anywhere while his mom’s life was still in limbo, but he also didn’t want to argue. He knew he wouldn’t win. Brandon had already made up his mind on this, and Connor – a kid – wasn’t going to convince him otherwise. So instead, he tried to convince himself that maybe a distraction would be good. “I’ll go cut a hole in a blanket or something.” |
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| Strompy | Mar 29 2017, 09:38 AM Post #3882 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Well at least he didn't give him the silent treatment. Brandon wasn't going to expect Connor to understand this move, until last night it was the last thing he himself would have considered. Maybe it was the luxury of not having his mother in harm's way that let him consider taking a chance on a new approach. Of course the most imminent threat was to Emily, she was the one accused of murder and Annie at least seemed to have raport with these people. The way he saw itwhatever approach he took here was a gamble and he hated that the stakes were the lives of others. Brandon found himself a thick pink bathrobe and a green camo sun hat to use as a gore suit. Not his best look but it'd do the trick. ... Emily wasn't clostrophobic by any means, she'd spent a while living out of a truck out there not long ago. Even so, crammed into a tiny server room, server closet would be more accurate, all night with company was uncomfortable. It wasn't bad company of course but even if Annie had swung that way it was still too close for comfort. If it hadn't been for the guns Emily might have bolted out of their as soon as the door opened to let them answer the call of nature. As she got to her feet her joints ached and her back spasmed a little after spending the night balled up. The air outside wasn't the freshest but it was a far sight better than that hole. She announced her relief loudly after spending the night asking for a pee break, slapping her knees in not overstated satisfaction. "Holy-shit, it's about fucking time." she announced triumphantly. "Alright, back in." her guard ordered her bluntly. "Can we let it air out for like five more minutes please, it's getting ripe in there?" she asked knowing the answer. On the way back she noticed that everyone seemed animated. Something was happening. ... "Mr King, sir! They've contacted us." Jake announced entering Saxon's room. Saxon waved at the man to be still and made his way toward him. Byron stood nearby ready to act on whatever Saxon decided. Jake extended the radio toward him anxiously. "Alright, son, just settle down. What did they say?" he asked taking the radio calmly. Jake composed himself. "Uh, just that it was Antonio asking for you." he reported. Saxon suppressed a scoff. So the boy was getting Antonio to do his dirty work for him. He pressed down the botton and spoke. "This is Saxon King, go ahead." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 3 2017, 03:19 AM Post #3883 |
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Is that so?
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"Mr. King." Antonio held down the button on the two-way radio as he answered. "This is Antonio Mendez." There was no point in pleasantries or mincing words. For as thick as the tension was on Antonio's side, it must be even worse for Saxon. Keeping his people in check while trying to solve a murder and deal with hostages would be stressful enough without the constant fear of rotters and other survivors. He decided the best course of action here was to be blunt and forward. "Brandon is no longer calling the shots for us. I am. I know our people are innocent, and I suspect you do too. But we panicked and made the situation worse. I intend to undo that. Rather than incriminate ourselves further and risk a fight, I will fully cooperate with you and your investigation. That includes the release of your men." |
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| Strompy | Apr 8 2017, 05:21 AM Post #3884 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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For a full minute Saxon didn't respond. Brandon watched Antonio from the hallway. He only guess that Saxon was mulling the situation over, trying to decide if this was a ploy or not. In his position he'd suspect the same, hopefully his own absense from the affair would be enough to convince Saxon of their sincerity. Brandon didn't actually have a plan B, so if this didn't work out like he hoped he'd have to wing another solution. "Alright, Mister Mendez, if that's the case then you can bring my people back to the Lion. In case you're making back up plans you should know we'll have eyes all over the streets nearby, and guns. I'd regret having to use them, and I'd be rather pleased to have your cooperation." Saxon finally answered. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 19 2017, 03:55 AM Post #3885 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio nodded, even though he knew Saxon could not see him. "Do not worry, Mr. King. No tricks." He answered into the two-way radio. "This is my attempt to make the situation right again. I will be coming alone with both of your men alive and unharmed, so make sure your men outside know to expect me." Antonio glanced in Brandon's direction as he waited for Saxon's response. He wasn't sure what the young man would think of his plan to deliver the former prisoners alone. |
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