"Lovino!" I gasped, jumping up from my seat on the bench. Gilbert muttered something, but he seemed fairly excited as well. He stood and grabbed hold of me, saying something along the lines of "stop jumping around", before he gave the watch his full attention.

"About time," Lovino muttered. "I wanted to talk to you sooner but the damn fucker wouldn't leave me alone until now."

"Diavolo?" Gilbert questioned.

"Who else?" Lovino said, most likely rolling his eyes. "He- Hold on... Who are you?"

Gilbert grinned. "I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, of course."

Lovino was silent for a moment. "Well I'm not impressed. I don't associate with narcissistic bastards."

Gilbert scowled, looking to me. "You found a nice one, Toni."

I ignored him. "What were you saying about Diavolo, Lovi? He didn't hurt you, right?"

"No, he just stuck me in some empty room and locked me in."

"Your blindfold's been removed then? Can you look out a window and tell me what you see?"

"Sure," Lovino said. I heard him walk across the room. Then, "A brick wall."

I frowned. "A brick wall?"

"A brick wall," he confirmed.

"Anything else?" I urged. Did he not understand how serious this was? I didn't have time for this.

"Well there's a cat-"

"Something I can use to find you!"

There was silence for a moment. "Don't you fucking yell at me. You told me to tell you what I see and I did!" Lovino growled.

"Well a brick wall and a cat isn't very helpful!" I shot back. I was getting really frustrated. I had to find Lovino soon and now that I finally hear from him again, he's just saying nonsense.

Gilbert shook his head and smiled fondly. "As Francis would say if he were here right now: ah, a lovers' quarrel."

I gave him a look, then sighed. "Look Lovi, we need to find you soon. Diavolo is planning to-"

"I know," he said quickly, as though he didn't want to hear it. "He read the message to me as he was writing it."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. "Don't worry. We'll get there soon. I won't let him kill you."

"Don't say it like that," Lovino grumbled. "It's embarrassing."

I wanted to laugh, but it was time to be serious. The clock was ticking and it'd be noon before long. "What did you say you could see from the window? An alley?"

"Yeah… There's a bicycle wheel lying on a box, if that helps you find the place."

"Why don't you just break the window and jump out, smartass?" Gilbert suggested rudely.

"I've had enough of falling out of windows for a lifetime!" Lovino exclaimed. "Besides, you don't think I would? There's like a fifteen foot drop and an old car at the bottom."

I looked to Gilbert. "We should start looking now then. We could be close."

"Yeah, you'd better. I'm bored as hell." Lovino added.

"You sound pretty calm for someone who's just been kidnapped." Gilbert stated.

"What," Lovino scoffed. "You expect me to be scared? I-I'm not scared."

I exchanged a glance with Gilbert. Lovino could deny it all he wanted, but we'd both heard the tremor in his voice. "I know, Lovi."

x x x

The rest of our journey was uneventful. After watching so many thrillers, you'd expect it to be something wild and crazy, with deceitful strangers and surprises around every corner. Those things were just aiming to be the next great Hollywood blockbuster. I had always found them entertaining to watch. Everything about them was just so unrealistic.

Or maybe it really was that way, but I just didn't notice anymore because I was so used to it. That didn't seem to be the case though. I could even go so far as to call it boring, but with my pounding heart and the feeling of fear slowly being instilled in my mind, I knew that wasn't true. The closer we seemed to get to Lovino, the more nervous I got.

We walked for a long time, checking every alleyway. Eventually we found it. It was as simple as that. I noted the bicycle wheel lying on a box and the window high above an old car. That had to have been Lovino's window.

All of the buildings along the street seemed to be shut down and abandoned, including the one Lovino was in. I couldn't tell what it used to be, since the sign was missing, but it had to have been some kind of shop.

"I need to call the police," I said to Gilbert. "Let them know where we are. Maybe they'll show up quick and we can get this whole thing over with."

"And I'd happily give you my phone, if only you hadn't used up all the battery." Gilbert muttered.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry…"

"We can only hope that they got your email earlier. It can help them find us. Maybe."

I rolled my eyes and looked up at the building. 'Lovino's being kept in there…' "Well, we're going to have to think of a plan before we just go barging in there. Who knows what Diavolo has up his sleeve. I wish we had a gun or something, in case things get out of hand. I left mine in my car."

Gilbert grinned. He made a point of loudly clearing his throat before beginning to talk in the kind of voice people use on car commercials. "Don't sweat it! The awesome me has just what you need!" he pulled open his jacket to reveal several hidden pockets. "Revolver or pistol?"

I stared at him, dumbstruck. "I…"

He seemed to take my silence as a sign to continue. "Or, if you prefer something a little more classy, we also have the-"

"Gilbert." I said, cutting him off. He looked up at me, confused. "You're a part-time bartender." I motioned to the guns in his jacket. "Why?"

He just shrugged. I sighed. "Pistol, please."

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