Lincoln had been sitting there staring at the ground for ten minutes now. He couldn't yet bring himself to look over at what remained of Sergio... He couldn't even remember doing it, he only remembers the rage and hate filling his entire body as that annoying voice mocked and threatened him and his sisters. Lincoln slowly looked over at Sergio but quickly turned away and vomited onto the floor. He had murdered something. This wasn't like Chandler, this was intentional, and not only that but he had murdered a member of the Casagrande drug cartel. He'd screwed himself and more importantly, his family because he couldn't control his anger. Lincoln continued to heave and breathe heavily for a few moments as he tried to compose himself. He needed to do something about the body. If there was no body, then he might still have a way out of this! now was not the time to break, he couldn't afford to. Shakily getting to his feet, Lincoln forced himself to look down at Sergio's smashed body, the sick rising again. With great effort, he swallowed it back down and headed out of the alleyway, pulling out his phone as he did. "Are you still open?" Lincoln began to speak immediately as the person picked up. "Whatever you do, don't shut yet. I need a shovel and some cleaning supplies! I'll pay you extra for it!" He hung up before a response could be given as he began to run.
It took around 15 minutes for Lincoln to reach his destination, the time was running against him now. His current biggest fear was if another Casagrande member began to wonder about Sergio and found him. He needed to act quickly. Lincoln banged on the door as a figure from inside came and unlocked it. "Flip! have you got the shovel and cleaning supplies?" Flip, the owner of Flip's Food & Fuel looked the same as ever. Disgusting, smelly, and an overall burden on life. "Now hold up there, Lil Loud. This is just a gas station and mini-mart. You expect me to have a sho-" Lincoln quickly cut him off, anxiety and desperation in his voice. "Don't fuck around with me right now, Flip! I know you have a shovel somewhere in this hellhole so give it to me!" Flip held his hands up. "Woah, Woah, chill the fuck out, Loud. It's in the back but uh... first I want the money." Lincoln huffed. It was a good thing he had picked up the envelope of money he was going to give to Sergio. "Here." Lincoln handed over 55 dollars. "Fucking ridiculous price, by the way, Flip." Flip snatched the money out of his hands and went into the back, returning moments later with a barely usable shovel and a mop with a bucket, filled with dirty water. "This?! I'm paying you 55 dollars for that rusted shit and sewer water?" Flip scoffed. "It's all I've got on such short notice. Now take it and get the hell out." Lincoln didn't have the time to argue with this walking gas bag. He turned around and left.
Once more he was back behind Gus Fring's games and grub, rusted shovel in hand and the remains of Sergio sprawled at his feet. Again, vomit rose up into Lincoln's throat and again he pushed it down. It had taken Lincoln longer to get back from Flip's than it did getting there due to the bucket, shovel, and mop he had to lug around but everything was still untouched. Lincoln with shaking hands used the shovel to scoop up most of Sergio and flung him over the fence. Lincoln couldn't bury him here, he might be found. Lincoln continued to scoop up the bloody pieces and toss them over the fence, taking another minute to hold himself together after it was done. Lincoln heaved himself over the fence and again scooped up the pieces of the parrot onto the shovel and began to walk in the direction of the forest.
Branches snapped beneath his feet as Lincoln made his way through the forest, going far into it to make sure that once buried, nobody would find Sergio. Once he reached a spot he found satisfying, he began to dig, next to an old withered tree. Every muscle in Lincoln's body burned as he continued to dig 2 feet, 3, 6, and 8 feet deep. His paranoia wasn't allowing him to take any chances at all but in spending so much time digging, he feared the risk of another Casagrande coming would increase. He pulled out his phone to check the time which read 1:26 A.M. The trade was meant to take place at 12:30 A.M. and be over in ten minutes at most. He could tell by the many missed calls and texts that his family was worried sick for him but... he couldn't respond, not yet. He couldn't waste a single second in getting this done. Finally climbing out of the hole, Lincoln scooped up Sergio and dumped him in the ground. Another grueling 15 minutes as the clock got nearer to 2:00 A.M. He had finally finished filling the hole and now he had to dispose of the shovel and get back to Gus' games and grub. On his way out of the forest, he found a tree with a tree hollow. Quickly, he shoved the shovel into it and covered up the hole with some leaves from the ground.
Lincoln peered over the fence, his heart in his throat but relief washed over him quickly as he saw that everything was still unchanged. Hopping over the fence, Lincoln immediately grabbed the mop and began using the water he had refilled on his journey back here to wash away the blood and vomit. Lincoln checked the time again as he finished cleaning. 2:10 A.M. The deal should've been done nearly 2 hours ago and he could only dread the chewing out his family was going to give him. He quickly texted Leni back with one word. "Alive." before he turned to the boxes of drugs. The next part of his plan was to hide the mop and bucket and for now, hiding it in one of the boxes would do. He began to move the boxes, planning to hide the bucket and the mop which he had snapped into two to hide it better in a box at the bottom of the pile. At last, all the evidence was gone. Now... came the final part of the plan. He once more took out his phone and began to search his contacts for a name he hadn't spoken to in years. Taking a deep breath, he dialed and moments later, she picked up. "Ronnie Anne... Hey."
To Be Continued
