Another Friday, another chapter!
I'll get to the story for now, but there is a very important A/N at the end, for anyone who has certain concerns about what's happening in this story.
Chapter 29: When Things Really Start to Accelerate
The first thing that strikes Brittany as she walks closer and closer towards the squad car and the two men she sees leaning against the side, is how very familiar one of them looks. She hesitates slightly in her stride, her breathing quickening as the beady eyes and curly mop of hair that belong to the Captain of the Henderson Police force, a Mr. William Shuester, continue to gaze at her as she advances.
Brittany tilts her head towards Quinn and whispers softly, hoping they're still out of range for anyone else to hear, "Is that who I think it is?"
Quinn merely nods in reply while a shocked and nervous look crosses her own features.
William Shuester has never been a fan of the Pierce crew, or family. His dislike for Brittany and her family, or much rather her father, goes back to when Brittany was a young girl and William was not yet on the police force. She remembers being ten or eleven the first time Shuester had showed up in her family's lives.
She doesn't know the exact reason she saw him a lot, but she does remember that it was always when her mom was around. He'd show up and Holly would go off somewhere with Brittany's mom, until Will would finally leave. One time when Garrick Pierce went to give something to his wife while she was at her job at the Rhino, Brittany remembers seeing William arguing with her mom. He was shouting and pointing at some place towards the stage, but Brittany couldn't make anything out in the dark haze of the club.
It wasn't until Holly had appeared out of nowhere and spoke something to Will from a distance that he went in a little bit of a rage. He'd ended up slapping Brittany's mother and that's when Garrick took it upon himself to beat the living daylight out of the man. A few months later, when Holly had left Brittany's life for the first time, she found out that William had also disappeared somewhere. He wouldn't resurface until a few years later when her mom had completely left Vegas.
There's always been a rumor that claims William Shuester became a cop to try and take Garrick Pierce and his crew down, but Brittany's father passed away before he ever got the chance to. And so, Officer William Shuester made it his duty to bring the same pain and hatred down on Brittany and her crew, working his way up the ranks and doing everything in his power to try and swipe the Fati Manus crew from existence.
So far, he'd never had any solid luck or actual leads because Brittany knew what she was doing and ran her crew as clean as she could (without the, you know, obvious illegalities of the whole thing.) But right now, Captain William Shuester has a more hopeful look on his face than the President Elect after the announcement of his win.
Brittany steels herself. There's a lot at stake right now, and if she doesn't keep her cool, this could be the time that Shuester is successful in taking her down. Even if Brittany is sure as hell not going down without a fight.
"Officer, Captain, what can I do for you this evening?" Brittany greets formally with a little nod of her head to the two men as she steps within hearing range, Quinn still close by her side.
"Ms. Pierce, so wonderful to see you again. You sure do look more and more like your mother every day." Captain Shuester greets, his voice far too jovial for Brittany's liking.
She grits her teeth at his scathing words, not liking that he can actually make that comparison, and even less agreeing with the direction this exchange already seems to be going. Just as she's thinking about that, the other officer shifts from his position facing away from Brittany and meets her gaze head on. For a moment, Brittany's hit with that nostalgic sense you get when you feel like you've been somewhere before.
Or rather, seen someone before.
It's as though she's suffering from déjà vu because she swears she recognizes this guy, or at least something particular about him, but she can't quite place what it is. For the most part, she knows he sneers like a weasel, and that just kind of sets her off in general.
"Besides coming onto my property without permission, I don't see any warrants or anything in your hands, officers, so how about you just get on telling me what you wanted to tell me so I can get back to work." Brittany says, pulling her eyes away from the other officer and back to Shuester, who is still smiling at her but now with a hopeful regard.
He glances over his shoulder towards the other officer but merely receives a shrug in response.
"It's come to our attention, by my associate here," Captain Shuester starts to say, his hand swinging in the direction of the other officer, "that a Ms. Holly Holliday is supposedly back in down. We know that she's had connections with your family before."
As much as Brittany wants to spit obscenities at this guy and his ridiculous obsession with all things involving her family, she knows she has to remain calm, and if the way that Quinn tenses at her side tells her anything, Brittany knows that now more than ever she's has to keep her cool.
"I don't know what business you could possible have with Holly," Brittany says with a straight face, her eyes flickering momentarily to the weasel faced officer standing just behind Captain Shuester, before returning to the other man, "but I haven't seem her."
"I think you're lying."
Brittany's eyes flick back to weasel face the second his condescending tone filters into her ears. The look he's wearing tells her that she's not just dealing with a normal pissed off officer of the law, this guy means far more business than Brittany has the time to deal with.
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to question our integrity?" Brittany shouldn't be surprised that Quinn speaks up from next to her, all proper and formal speech.
"Forgive my officer," Captain Shuester speaks first to Brittany before his focus turns to the man behind him, "he's had a rough last few days."
Whether it's the slanting tone, or the fact that it's his superior addressing him, the other officer flashes a fake look of apology before stepping closer towards Brittany and Quinn.
"Yes, forgive me." He sneers, the sincerity lost in the harshness of his tone. He slants his eyes towards his Captain before pulling his right hand out of his pocket and offering it to Brittany.
"I'm Officer Sebastian Smythe, and I am very familiar with the work that you do Ms. Pierce."
"Despite your forces best efforts to prove so, officer, there have never been any proven illegalities that have come from the Pierce companies dealings." Quinn again makes her voice heard, acting as a pseudo ambassador that Brittany is very grateful for and she takes the least amount of time possible to grip Officer Smythe's hand before pulling it back.
Just as he sneers at her again and moves to put his hand back in his pocket, Brittany notices the very distinct cut of a tie hanging from the side of his uniform pocket. Her brows knit at the blue and red color she momentarily witnesses but before she can think any further on the matter, Captain Shuester is speaking up again.
"Officer's Smythe's partner, Officer Goolsby, has it on good authority that he witnessed you and members of your crew conducting more than one highly illegal boost. As Captain of the Henderson Police force, it's my civic duty to respond to such allegations in person. It a warrant is necessary though, than I suppose that's what I will have to procure."
Brittany's eyes snap up again to the tired ones of the Captain, and her posture straightens again, never to be intimidated by matters of authority.
"I think that it's best you go and do that then, since we've done nothing to necessitate anything to warrant such harassment as you're display now." Quinn says from her side, and Brittany doesn't have to look at her to know her friend's hazel eyes are burning with fury.
She smiles and nods, "She's right. If you want to search my premises Captain, you'll have to do so legally. Other than that, I think we've been more than cooperative and I'd very much like to get back to my work."
Officer Smythe looks to make a move towards Brittany, automatically causing her to tense up in preparation for a fight when Captain Shuester raises his arm against the man's chest and shakes his head. The Captain's eyes meet Brittany's again.
"Very well Ms. Pierce, thank you for your time, and if you do happen to see Ms. Holliday, it's very imperative that she speak with us."
Brittany makes no verbal agreement but does manage to curtly nod her head before she is then watching the men of law shift around their squad car until they're seated inside and driving away from the premises.
When the faint glow of their taillights travels around the corner at the end of the street, Brittany turns to face Quinn.
"Why the hell are the cops searching for Holly, Q?"
Quinn shakes her head but doesn't offer much more than an ambiguous, "I have my suspicions but you're going to have to talk to her."
"Damn right I am. Meet me at Hunter's, I'm going to get Santana."
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"Jesse can't really think it's this simple can he?" Santana is sitting in the passenger seat of Finn's car, just minutes from Jesse's warehouse, examining the documents in her hands. She vaguely notices Finn glancing in her direction, offering a noncommittal shrug in true Finn Hudson fashion.
"I don't know boss, but with the deeds to the Pierce's land and company, he holds a whole lot more power over her than he would have before."
Santana is about to reply when the force of a sudden collision to the car literally averts her from doing so. Before she even gets a moment to breath, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass fill her ears as her world starts to spin.
She gasps as the car screeches to a shaky halt what seems like hours later but is in reality probably only a few seconds. Except for the adrenaline and fear now pumping through her veins and revving up her heart, Santana appears to be unscathed when she examines her immediately viewable self.
Her eyes flicker quickly to the left in search of Finn and his condition and she finds him slumped heavily against the steering wheel, which, now that she concentrates and thinks about it, would explain why the high pitched nose at the edge of her subconscious is actually the horn blaring as Finn's weight presses against it.
"Finn!" She exclaims, jerking towards him in an effort to check if he's okay, but the restrains of her seatbelt prevent her from doing so. Her hands are shaking as she reaches down to unbuckle herself.
"Oh my god, holy shit. Fucking come on!" She cries out as the belt refuses to budge and her hands are now panicking and grasping without motive as her heart rate accelerates within her chest cavity, the panic beginning to cease all aspects of control in her body.
"Finn," Santana attempts again, her eyes now clouded with tears, and then suddenly figures appear at all sides of the car and both the driver's door and the passenger door are wrenched open and the figures, men Santana thinks-their faces covered in stealth like black masks, begin to reach in and extract Finn and herself from their confines.
Santana struggles to fight the figure freeing her from the seat, her eyes widening in fear as the man brandishes a knife and angles it towards her. She cries out expecting to feel pain but instead feels the heaviness and tension around her chest and stomach ease as the seatbelt is cut away. The stranger in the black mask pockets their knife and then reaches in to grip Santana in such a manner as to lift her from the car.
That's not going to fly with Santana, especially when she doesn't know what the hell is going on. She starts thrashing again until a familiar voice speaks through the fabric of the mask.
"It'll be easier, boss, if you don't struggle."
Brown eyes go wide and Santana's body freezes, "Jake?" She inquires but gets no response from the figure, instead everything throws her off a little and he's able to actually lift her from the car without a struggle. Only when he places her back on the asphalt and she glances over to see Finn being unconsciously dragged from his side of the car does she start to panic a little and start flailing her arms to try to escape.
Another figure comes up behind her and wraps their arms around her arms, pinning them to her chest. She watches, still squirming and trying to get away even as the figure in front of her removes his mask. She's not shocked to find that it is Jake standing there but that doesn't mean that a shock doesn't jolt through her again at the simply disbelief of the entire situation she's currently found herself in.
She pauses a moment to let them think that she's not going to struggle and feels the figure behind her loosen his grip a little.
Suddenly Santana is using the figure behind her as leverage to lift up and kick out at Jake, making both men stumble a little and release her in the process. She turns to take off but a third figure stops her in her path and shakes his head. Even though she raises her hands in preparation to fight, she's not going to just let them take her, Jake's voice filters into her ears and forces her to listen.
"Please understand that when I tell you not to struggle Santana, it's for the best."
"And what the hell makes you think I'm going to listen to you, you traitor?" She yells back, turning around in a fury to face her once former close acquaintance.
Jake hadn't been with the crew for very long before they'd all fled to Vegas, but he was still a part of the crew. Originally, he had showed up back in Miami claiming to be Puck's younger brother, and having the look and attitude of a Puckerman, it was hard for Hector, and Santana, not to lend a hand to him and allow him in.
She's not sure if it's that decision, or the one where she actually trusted him, that she regrets the most.
He merely shakes his head in defeat of Santana's previous accusation, "I don't blame you for thinking that, but right now that's not our biggest concern. You've got to come with us right now," he starts to tell her and upon seeing Santana open her mouth to protest he interrupts, "I'm not asking. I'm sorry but that's just how it has to go right now."
"We're under orders not to bring Hudson back." Santana's skin prickles with goose bumps as she recognizes the voice that comes from the figure supporting one side of Finn.
It's Paul fucking Evans III.
She turns back to see Jake nodding in his direction, "Right, and we now know the location of Hector Lopez. Take McQueen and Crawford with you," he says and Santana notices the man in front of her disengage from his position to walk over to Evans, "and meet back at Jesse's rendezvous when you are finished. Tortuga will stay with me."
So many things are running through Santana's mind at the mention of her brother that she doesn't immediately see the sight that unfolds in front of her.
Paul gives a quick nod to the other two guys, McQueen and Crawford, signaling for them to grab a hold of Finn before they shuffle him into the backseat of the SUV responsible for the original car crash only minutes ago. Jake turns back to Santana, and the man behind her, Tortuga, steps up to grip her arm again and slowly brings her consciousness back around.
"As for you," he starts to say to her before he gestures in the direction of another SUV behind him, "it'd be best if you came with me."
Santana lets herself be turned towards the SUV and walks, with a little resistance, the distance to the car before the door to the backseat in opened for her and Tortuga helps her in.
Just before Tortuga shuts the door she hears him whisper so softly she's almost afraid it isn't real, "Be strong little ant." And then he lifts a needle looking thing to her arm and something pinches momentarily before everything goes black in Santana's world.
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"Santana!" Brittany shouts out as she bursts through the door of her condo.
She's surprised to find the space completely void of her girlfriend, and not only that but there is a serious lack of notes or anything else that could indicate why Santana is not here and where she might be. There are no signs of trouble so Brittany assumes that Santana has left voluntarily, but why, she has no idea.
"Dammit, how am I supposed to protect you Santana if I don't know where you are?"
As the words leave her mouth, Brittany's eyes trail over something hanging from her key rack by the condo door. She squints for a moment until she not only recognizes the accessory as a tie, but also realizes it's practically the same tie that she'd seen Office Smythe shove back in his pants pocket only minutes ago.
Brittany moves quickly to the dangling piece of material.
"Scratch that, it is the same kind of tie." She murmurs to herself, grasping the tie from the key hook and running her fingers over the material. She knows damn well that she didn't put it there, and even though she hasn't been in her condo for a few days, the last time she was here, Brittany is more than positive the tie was not.
That can only mean one thing; Santana left it and she left it for a reason. But, she couldn't have expected Officer Smythe to show up with the exact same tie and somehow Brittany would have seen it could she? Even though that would be a precise show of fate's hand, it all just seems to easy.
But, maybe that's what it's all about?
If Brittany really takes a moment to consider every chaotic incident that's occurred to her in the past few months, most of it wouldn't naturally add up. There are only so many logical explanations about everything. What's left of them comes down to 'coincidence' or 'intentional arrangement'.
The latter of which, Brittany does not want to think of as actually happening. If all of this were previously arranged, she's in deeper than she thought.
Here eyes catch something else resting precariously in the corner of her condo, flopped over the back of her dining table chair, and quickly widen as another bout of realization suddenly strikes her.
"Son of a bitch."
Brittany's feet are quick as they take her to the blazer that rests on the chair. She picks it up and a sort of rage courses through her veins as she notices how perfectly the colors match on both articles of clothing. Her mind spins with thoughts.
Only Santana could have left the tie, hoping Brittany would find it and then knowing she'd be able to piece things together if she'd looked hard enough. Even if she hasn't fully comprehended everything, she knows one thing for sure; Santana is absolutely in danger and she wasn't able to do anything more in terms of hints or warnings.
But the blazer and the tie definitely mean something, and Brittany needs to talk to Holly to figure it all out. Gripping both items tightly in her hands, Brittany rushes from her condo and dashes across the distance between her and Hunter's place, not bothering to knock as she bursts through the door.
She spots Rachel Berry, still by Hunter's side, dabbing a washcloth across her (half) brother's forehead.
The smaller girl's eyes lift from their work and examine the items that dangle from Brittany's hands. Before Brittany can turn and leave in search of who she is really looking for, Rachel speaks up.
"Did you find a Dalton tie to match the blazer now?"
Brittany doesn't think she heard the words correctly as her eyes snap up to Rachel and her face twists in confusion.
"What?"
Rachel points to the items in Brittany's hands, "The blue and red tie? It's the same one that Kurt used to wear with that blazer, it was part of the uniform."
"Kurt wore something like this?"
Before Rachel can answer, Hunter's green eyes snap open and lock on Brittany's. She's never seen a look of fear such as the one he's giving to her now.
"Hunter, you know something?"
He nods weakly and Brittany takes the few steps to be closer to his bedside. He's still incapable of speech, his tongue too swollen to even release more than a groan of discomfort, and his hands are too severely broken in most places and splinted in others, that he's unable to hold any sort of writing utensil.
But he can still make shapes with his two splinted fingers against the back of Brittany's hand. But as he starts making the motions she doesn't grasp anything at first.
"I can't understand what you're trying to say."
He takes a deep breath, his movements slowing down and the strokes of his fingers against the smoothness of her skin are a distinct contrast. Suddenly Brittany understands the first letter as Hunter traces it for the fourth time.
"S?" and Hunter nods gratefully and moves on to the next.
Several minutes later, she puts the scrambled letters together. Four of which she distinctly makes out; an S, an N, a T, and an A. Brittany's eyes bulge as everything connects.
"Thank you Hunter." She tells her brother, and without an explanation to Rachel she turns and moves swiftly from the condo.
She really needs to find Holly, now.
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As Brittany bursts through her garage door shouting her friend's name at the top of her lungs, she does find one blonde. Unfortunately, it's not the one she was looking for.
"Quinn, where the hell is Holly? This shit just got even more real, and I need to talk to her right fucking now."
She moves to glide by Quinn, but is abruptly halted when the shorter blonde woman gets a firm grip on her forearm. Brittany turns to see Quinn's hazel eyes clouded with something strikingly similar to that of a regretful disposition. She notices Quinn is rubbing the crown of her forehead, grimacing when her fingers come into contact with an undesirable pain.
Brittany frowns.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Quinn shakes her head slowly, the remorse growing in her eyes as she does. She takes a deep breath, her forehead creasing in a sign of pain upon completing the action. Her bottom lip trembles slightly as she parts her mouth to speak.
"I tried to stop her Brittany, I told her she didn't have to go. I told her it was probably the worst decision she could make right now, but she wouldn't listen. She just kept saying 'It's the only way to help them now' and then she said she was sorry before things went black."
"Holly hit you?"
She watches as her friend closes her eyes momentarily as if trying to relive the moment, "I don't know if she did or what but I got knocked out somehow and when I woke up I was lying on the sofa. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes I was out and then I heard a noise outside and managed to stumble out the door even though my head was throbbing." Quinn explains her brow still furrowed as if she's trying to remember something and it just won't manifest itself to her.
"Did you see anything? Where the hell did she go? Did she say anything else?" Brittany's questions are desperate and frantic, if not for the anger she holds right now in regards to Holly, it's for the even more potential danger the woman's actions may have put Santana in.
Not to mention she's thoroughly confused as to what exactly is going on with everything and what it all means.
"The only thing I saw was a police car turning the corner down the street, and a passenger that looked like they could have had blonde hair."
"Did you get a number from the car? Anything?"
Quinn regretfully shakes her head, "The car was unmarked. It was a black Dodge Charger. The same ones we've seen the Henderson police use on raids around the area."
"Shit!" Brittany exclaims as her fist collides with the nearest surface, which just so happens to be a metal toolbox. There's a twang and the sound of crumbling light metal that echo from the contact of her knuckles on the (thankfully) aluminum surface. Brittany turns away form Quinn, a million thoughts racing through her mind.
She needs to call Santana, all of this is fucked up and she needs to know if her girlfriend is okay. Even if they can't talk for very long, she needs to hear her voice. She pats her pockets for her phone until she finds it and wrenches the device into her palm, fingers sliding across the surface of the screen to power it on and get it working.
Tapping out a few things, Brittany raises the phone to her ear and waits for the impending sound of ringing. It rings twice before the distinct clicking sound of someone picking up on the other end comes down the line to Brittany's ear.
"Santana?" She breathes, almost in a whisper as she fears whom may, or rather may not, reply to her.
"How nice of you to call in concern for your dear girlfriend, Ms. Pierce."
Brittany grits her teeth and seethes as Jesse's voice comes down the line.
"Don't you dare fucking touch or hurt her!"
"Why Brittany, I haven't even gotten so much as a hello from you and already you're accusing me of such atrocious endeavors. That's not a way to treat a business partner."
"We're not partners Jesse, we never were. Now you-"
Brittany is cut off by a malicious chuckle, "That's true we aren't, but just remember those words came from your mouth. And I don't think you're in much of a position to be telling me things to do so why don't you cease your hollow threats and listen to what I have to say, if you ever want to see your sweet Santana again."
There are a few moments of silence, Brittany's anger bubbling far too close to the surface for her to even manage an agreement without completely tearing her phone apart. She breathes in heavy breaths, her lungs on fire from the labor as her heart pounds against her ribcage in anticipation.
"Good," Jesse finally speaks again, apparently satisfied with the silence ensuing from Brittany's end, "now as you know I have a warehouse in my possession."
He pauses there and Brittany's anger spikes even more, "A little bit of response is necessary, so I am aware that you are in fact listening to me." He then says, the patronizing tone deftly apparent in his voice.
"I know about your warehouse, now finish telling me your sick sadistic plan so I can come and kick your worthless ass."
There's another chuckle down the line, "You know it's really too bad that we couldn't get along. It's really too bad that your dear Holly had to screw things up for you before you even had the chance to make them right."
Brittany's brow furrows at Jesse's words, she has no idea what this lunatic is talking about.
"Fortunately, I've made due with what I've acquired from you and your crew, or rather who I've acquired." Jesse pauses once more, dragging the moment out at an excruciatingly slow pace, "You will find what you're looking for in my warehouse, but I suggest you make haste because your time, as is Santana's, is quickly running out."
Before Brittany can get another word or insult out, the clicking sound of a disconnected call meets her ears. The grip on her phone becomes almost painful as she squeezes so tightly that her knuckles turn white.
Quinn watches beside her as Brittany drops her arm for a second, her face a mask of anger, before she lifts the hand holding her cellphone up and chucks it forward, throwing the device from her grip and hurling it into the far wall of the shop with a violent cry of despair.
Brittany collapses to her knees in the middle of the shop, her chest heaving in exertion as anger turns to hate and panic grips at her body and a heavy sob wracks through her when all that tension and worry and pain all finally fully catch up to her and slowly begin tear her down from her front of strength and perseverance.
She's strongest when she has Santana by her side, but what will she do, what can she do without her?
"What did he say?" Quinn's voice carries Brittany from her negative stupor. She wipes at blue eyes, dispelling the single tears that had leaked from them and steadies her breathing. Now is not the time to fall apart.
"He told me where I had to go if I wanted to find Santana and keep her safe."
She feels Quinn wrap a hand under her armpit and softly tug, offering Brittany the assistance to stand on up on her own two feet. She gives into the tugging and allows for Quinn to help her, slowly rising from her crumbled position until she's standing taller than her friend.
"And?" Quinn asks.
Brittany's eyes gaze in her direction, more than one thought, outcome, idea saturating in her mind.
"He said that 'I would find what or who I was looking for' at his warehouse."
Hazel eyes widen but don't blink, "Well then, what are we waiting for?" She asks but Brittany shakes her head.
She knows that more planning should probably be involved, but the only clear and concise thought on her mind is whether or not Santana is okay, and how much longer she might be if she is. Brittany doesn't even want to consider the alternative, and she knows she doesn't have a lot of time.
Without an explanation, Brittany turns from Quinn and walks out of her shop. She can hear her friend call behind her and the rapid pattering of her feet as she strides to follow, but Brittany has a one track mind at the moment and nothing and no one is slowing her down.
Only when she reaches the Pierce building and comes into sight of David, Cooper and Puck, all discussing simple things while they wait for Brittany's orders, does Quinn manage to catch Brittany's arm and spin her around so they're facing.
"Brittany, be rational here. You don't know what could be at that warehouse, it could be a trap."
Upon the words leaving Quinn's mouth, all three boys are at attention and standing next to their, for all intents and purposes at the moment, boss.
Blue eyes flash a look so intense in Quinn's direction, the shorter woman takes a step back and releases Brittany's arm.
"I know that Quinn, we're not rushing into anything blind." Brittany tells her but her face says there's more, "I'm taking Cooper and David with me because I know they can fight. You and Puck are going to stay here with everyone else and make sure no more shit goes down. There's far too much at stake here, and Jesse's mind is so chaotic I don't even know what to expect."
Quinn makes to say something but Brittany waves a hand at her to stay silent for another moment, "But," she says and Quinn listens with bated breath, "I know that if there's any chance of me going and saving Santana now, I'm not going to waste another second talking about it. Rory is capable of relaying and keeping security from here. David will keep us in contact, and the building is fortified enough to prevent a heavy ambush. There may be holes here, but as long as everyone sticks together and pays attention, no one will be able to get through them."
Brittany's words have even more greatly peaked the boys' interest, as they stand ready to do whatever it is she asks of them.
"Cooper, David," she says to each man who nods in her direction, ready for whatever, "grab the Navigator and meet me out front." They both nod and run off in the direction of where the vehicle is currently parked. Brittany turns back to Quinn and Puck.
"You two will be okay?"
They nod, what else is there to do. Quinn looks as though she wishes to argue more, but the look of determination that flashes in Brittany's eyes tells her the effort would be moot. She nods to her friend and Brittany smiles, just barely, in thank you.
As she turns to head in the direction of where Cooper and David have undoubtedly, and dutifully, parked the Navigator and are waiting, another voice travels through the area and Brittany is caught of guard by the command it holds.
"Wait."
Brittany turns to find Sugar, dressed in a pants suit she has never once seen the woman in, walking towards her with a clear and resolute look on her face. Her hair is up in a high dutiful ponytail and she's tucking something into the side of her suit jacket.
Sugar's stride is authoritative and precise, as though the dainty proper spoilt rich girl that Brittany's known the past several months have all been an elaborate act. And when Sugar stops in front of Brittany, in a stance of straight posture and imposing worth, the difference is clear as night and day.
Brittany's jaw goes slack as her mind suddenly registers what's been before her eyes this whole time.
"I really need to talk to you about things if you're planning on going in all Rambo on Jesse St. James."
Brittany's eyes go wide in surprise as Sugar shifts before her, tucking something into the belt around her waist and further solidifying her assumptions.
"If you're going to go after him like this," Sugar then says, her eyes locking on Brittany, "Then there's something you should know about everything first."
Brittany's suddenly and definitively all ears.
Okay so, I understand that there are A LOT of things happening in this story, but I would like to let you all know that everything that has happened has been foreshadowed or hinted upon since the beginning of this story. I want to reassure you that I'm not simply throwing things out there simply to try and get more 'twists' in the story. I've had the ending figured out since I started writing this, and seeing how this is a SUSPENSEFUL, drama, and action packed story it should be expected that things are going to happen and happen in quick succession while still always leaving you wondering as the story builds to a conclusion. Having said that, I can also inform you that the story is in fact drawing to an end, and in doing so all of your questions should soon be answered. I only ask for your continued patience in getting there, because I have a feeling you will like what happens when we do! :D
So thank you and I hope that you are all still with me and enjoying the progression of the story. Honestly, I can never thank you enough! See you all soon!
