A/N: Yay fun times, we go back and forth a bit here between places but it's not too complicated I promise, pft.
Enjoy~
Kenny sat, fidgeting in the early afternoon hours in the main room of their base, waiting for all of them to convene. He needed to know what had happened, there was always a story to be told whenever he came back. He could hear each of them moving around slowly in their separate alcoves, and he couldn't help but feel a worrying pit in his stomach, knowing that they only did so in one scenario:
Something had gone wrong.
He knew it wasn't for him, it never had been. Only when they lost a mortal or when they failed a mission did things start slowing down with the team. He got to his feet, leaning against the wall and staring down the dimly lit hall, his boot tapping in impatience. His teeth grated over his lip as bodies slowly started coming out of their rooms one by one, looking at the blonde with dark circles under their eyes. He frowned. It looked like none of them got a good night's sleep at all. His heart sank as he realized that the most punctual of them all wasn't in the crowd heading towards him.
"Ken...where've you been?" Stan rasped, looking like death itself, his hand clasped on Ike's shoulder. Kenny looked at the younger boy and started trembling at the complete loss behind his dark brown eyes.
"No...K-Kyle..." he shook his head slowly, looking at Stan in complete horror.
"He was kidnapped by them...not killed," he said softly. Kenny raised his brow in confusion and shock.
"Kidnapped?" he repeated. "What...what happened?"
Stan sighed as everyone filed into the room, shaking his head softly. Christophe stepped up and looked at Kenny with a heavy frown over his dirtied face. "Stan and Kyle went to drop a transmitter for ze bug. Kyle's cover was blown and zhey took 'im. We...we 'ave to decide..." he sighed, looking away from Kenny's devastated face and back around towards the rest of the team. "I told you all to sleep on eet, now we must decide...everyone who z'hinks zat we should save Kyle, step to ze left side of ze room. Everyone else, to ze right."
They all looked at each other, Stan, Kenny, and Ike bolting to the left and watching the others in shock. "You've got to be kidding me..." Stan whispered. The group all sighed, looking as though it was the hardest decision they've ever had to make. "It should be an easy choice!" Stan spat angrily.
"Stan, do not speak," Christophe warned. "We know 'ow 'ard eet iz for you. But we all have our own opinions. Now..." he joined them on the left side and stared at the remainder. "Do not let others influence you," he warned. "Zhis is not an easy decision. No one will blame you for what side you choose."
"We will!" Kenny said angrily, tears brimming his eyes as he gestured to himself and Stan. The complete consternation of the sudden news filling his emotions to the breaking point.
"Non," Tophe narrowed his eyes. "Zhis is about ze benefit of ze team. No one state your reasons as of yet, choose your side first." Token, Clyde, Craig, and Tweek all looked at each other first, taking heavy sighs and walking over to the right side of the room. Stan and Kenny watched them with dropped jaws, both of them feeling their rage beginning to percolate. "Not a word," Tophe held up his hand in front of them.
Wendy walked over beside Stan to their side, rubbing his arm comfortingly. He couldn't be bothered to feel it, his horror rising as Gregory, Bebe, Rebecca, and Butters all stalked over to the right side, leaving only Cartman standing in the midst of it all. The brunette looked between the groups and shrugged, "Doesn't matter what side I choose. Kahl's stuck there."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Stan screamed, tearing his fingers through his hair in complete frustration. "You...you all know how...how important he is to-"
"He was running out of ideas, Stanley," Gregory interjected softly, his hazel eyes noticeably distraught. "Do...do you think any of us want to lose him?" he gestured towards the guilt-ridden group staring down at their feet. "This isn't about how much we care about him. This is about what's best for the team. And...and we can't risk a rescue mission when we don't know anything about not only the amount of guards on the outside, but the interior of the compound. Stanley...Kyle was the only one who could have plotted this out...I'm sorry."
"You traitor bastards," Kenny seethed. "Kyle wouldn't give a fuck if there was a plan or not. He'd get shot through the eye trying to save any one of you pansy-ass fuckers!"
"We're doing what's smart, Kenny," Craig stepped up beside Gregory and frowned deeply at him. "Broflovski would have wanted us to do what was best for us as a unit."
"Kyle is what's best for us as a unit!" Ike screeched, grasping his dark hair and tears racing down his cheeks.
Token shook his head, "You're biased. All of you," he nodded. "Well, except Wendy. I don't know what she's doing over there."
"Thinking of us as a team, that's what I'm doing," she frowned, crossing her arms bitterly. "Kyle is too much of an asset to just let go like he was merely a gun we lost in the crossfire. He is not expendable!"
Stan ran his eyes down the lot, landing on Butters who was curling into himself shamefully. "Butters," he breathed angrily, waiting for his eyes to raise and meet his own. "You're a fucking sensitive little fucker. Why aren't you over here?"
He bit his lip and shuffled his feet. "Aw jeez, Stan. Ya know I like Kyle...but...None of us know how to get to him and well...Kyle always said t-that one life ain't worth two."
"You're right," Kenny sneered. "He said that every life is just as important as the next. And that means that he is as vital as any of us standing in this fucking room!"
Clyde frowned, "But he's only one person. What if we did get him out, but we lost two others in the process? You think he'd be happy with us then? You think he wouldn't be fucking livid that we did that?"
Stan and Kenny paused, looking at each other with distraught blue eyes. Each pair screaming of the right thing to say, the way to be like Kyle and persuade everyone to their side with infallible logic. But it just wasn't working. They lost that element in their group, and now they felt as though the tide were taking them out towards the vastness of the sea; nothing but complete loss, fear, isolation.
"All right," Christophe sighed angrily, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up, taking a very shaky inhale. "Eet iz decided...we proceed wiz'hout Kyle." He made his way towards the middle of the room beside a silent, crinkled-brow Cartman, looking on them all with firm brown eyes. "Note zat wiz'hout 'im 'ere, you all will be working a lot 'arder..." he looked at Gregory and narrowed his gaze furiously. "I expect you to be just as vigilant and sharp as 'e was. You will do your first scout tomorrow morning," he stated firmly. Gregory blanched lightly before nodding and letting out a deep, sorrowful sigh.
Ike sniffled, his legs crumpling underneath him and sending him down onto the floor. Kenny slid down beside him, gathering him in his arms and letting him sob out into his sweatshirt. The blonde looked up at the rest of the team and shook his head. "I hope you're all happy," he growled. "This is the one team member's death we could have prevented. And you fuckers are too fucking scared to save him. Now we're all going down and you have no one to blame but yourselves."
The opposing team all dropped their heads in shame as Stan and Kenny held Ike down on the floor, Wendy wiping tears from her grey eyes and patting Stan's shoulder. "Guys..." Token bit his lip. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to us," Stan grumbled. "Apologize to Kyle."
The guilty group looked at each other and sighed together, shaking their heads as they watched the three on the floor. Cartman couldn't tear his angered, calculating gaze away from the ground. Christophe kept his focus on his cigarette, muttering under his breath his own apologies for Kyle and how upsetting it was to lose his second in command, the only one he'd had that had any usefulness. A soft, muffled clunking noise broke through them, the sound of static softly wafting over and they all looked around.
"The fuck was that?" Craig blinked.
"The bug!" Ike shouted, running over to his receiver. He turned up the volume, all of them listening to a loud series of thuds coming through it.
"It's too early for their meetings," Gregory frowned as they all gathered around the table holding the receiver. "Kyle said they met around three...it's only noon." He and Tophe looked at each other suspiciously before they turned their attention back to it with the rest of them.
The clear sound of a door closing echoed around them, followed by a muffled screech and a series of sickening squishing sounds. Heavy breaths flew through the air before falling to a soft swishing noise, all of them huddling a little closer together in fear and curiosity. A voice broke through, a wonderful vocalization that they all needed so desperately to hear: "Guys? Guys I hope to fuck you're listening. Jesus fucking Christ please be there..."
Twenty minutes earlier...
Kyle stared bitterly at the man spoon-feeding him soup, taking each bite with his teeth scraping against the utensil. He knew better though, he hadn't eaten for two days, he had to rally some of his strength back. Not that it really mattered with the options he had laid out before him. He'd rather just crumple up and die than deal with what he knew he'd have to decide upon before tomorrow.
"Dunno what the Commander sees in you," the Rat grumbled, shaking his head and looking the boy up and down. "Look like you can't even lift a fuckin' brick."
Kyle gave him a cocky smirk. "Yeah but I can pick up a knife and stab your buddies through the fucking throat just fine." The man growled, moving his hand to hit Kyle before clenching his fist and slowly lowering it back to his knee. "Aw, what's wrong?" Kyle taunted. "Did Peter tell you you can't hurt me? Threaten your job? Hm?"
"Watch it, kid," he scowled.
"Or. What?" he hissed. "Think I'm scared of you? Are you really so low on the totem pole that your job consists of you feeding a kid handcuffed to a chair? Couldn't go play with the big boys, is that it?" he grinned. He leaned back satisfactorily as the man trembled with unguarded rage. "And think of it this way, Buddy. If I do decide that I'll join your little team, you'll still be waiting on me hand and foot because I'll just jump right into a higher ranking. Must really bite, huh?" he cocked his head and raised his brows mockingly.
"You're done, you piece of shit," the man spat, grabbing his bowl and throwing it on the table, turning to walk away.
"Hold it a second there," Kyle called after him. "Kinda need to use the bathroom and I'm gonna guess that if I make a mess here, it'd be your job to clean it up. So...will ya take me?"
The man looked back at him with a glare and sneered, shaking his head and making his way back towards the redhead. He bent down behind the chair with a grunt, un-cuffing Kyle's ankles from his chair, out of reach of any kicks that the boy might try to get in. Kyle watched him carefully before he moved behind him completely. His slender wrists were grasped in one hand, one of the cuffs falling from his skin to unwind from the chair's backing before being snapped back into place. His arms were clutched in a tight hold and he winced as he was shoved onto his feet. A sturdy hand was placed on the back of his neck, leading him towards the open door and down the hall.
Kyle's sharp, analytical eyes took in all that they could. They widened as the two of them passed a room with timber wolf carpeting and a cracked open window, one Rat standing outside it playing with a phone. A small grin played on his lips, letting the man lead him to his own speed, letting him have his one moment in victory over the small redhead. They turned a right corner down the way, passing one other Rat and the man pushing him shoved him towards the bathroom door.
Kyle looked back at him and scoffed. "Uh, hey, Buddy? You got two choices here: Either ya come in and hold my dick for me while I piss, or you cuff my hands in front, huh?" The man stared at him for a moment, his gaze narrowing before he rolled his eyes.
"Stay still," he muttered, whirling Kyle around and working on his cuffs.
"Oh I wouldn't dream of moving from you, Big Guy," Kyle blew his bangs out of his face, feeling his wrist once again being freed. The Rat grasped both his hands and shoved them in front of him, re-capturing the skin. Kyle grinned slyly to himself. "Thank you," he smiled sweetly. "Could you get the door, please?" The man grunted, turning the knob and shoving it open for him. "Thank you," he repeated, stepping in and closing it behind him.
He managed to find the light and looked around the bathroom quickly. No window or anything, so that was out of the question. He let out a long breath, his gaze catching on the toilet's tank. He licked his lips, walking over and fumbling with his bound hands around the porcelain. He slowly pried it off, trying desperately not to make too much sound. He grunted a bit, struggling to support the weight with the limited reach the cuff's chains gave him. He couldn't help but be thankful they'd chosen longer ones to be able to bind him to the chair. He clenched his fingers around the rim of the lid, testing swinging it back and forth. He smirked satisfactorily before it turned back into a frown. He had one shot at this. He had three men to take down, each without alerting even more. Short distance, one turn, three men. It wouldn't be that hard if he just stayed his course.
No weak tree limbs in his way this time. It was time for him to prove to himself and the fuckers holding him hostage he wasn't a failure.
He licked over his lips, hopping up on one foot and flushing the toilet, moving and standing off to the side behind the door. "Okay, can you help me out now?" he shouted towards the barrier, clutching his weapon. His heart pounded in adrenaline as the door slowly opened. The man poked his head inside, looking around before Kyle brought the lid down onto the base of his skull, hearing a sickening crack as the body fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. He leaned the lid against the wall, grasping the man's shirt in his hands and pulling him into the room. He shut the door again, leaning over the body listening for the man's breathing. He couldn't help the sadistic grin overshadowing his features when nothing but stillness rang in his ears.
He leaned onto the floor and grasped the cuff keys out of the man's pocket, awkwardly maneuvering his wrists to get them unlocked. He sighed in relief as they fell onto the man's back, rubbing the skin delicately. He scanned him up and down and frowned. The guy had to be at least twice his size, but it'd have to do. He quickly stripped the man down, checking the uniform for blood before working the black pants onto his cold and aching body. He groaned, tightening the belt around himself and finding it was too damn big. He rolled his eyes, "So you fuckers are where all the food went," he muttered, managing to tie it around himself in a messy loop. He slipped the long grey shirt on, rolling up the sleeves over his bony arms and checking pockets. He pulled out a knife from a holster and grinned. "I warned youuu," he sang to the dead man at his feet.
He snagged the handcuffs from the ground and let one of the cuffs hang loosely from his belt. He managed to kick the man out of his way, opening the door a crack and peering around cautiously. The man at the end of the hall was staring the other way, completely disinterested in whatever was happening on Kyle's end. The redhead tongued over his lips, glancing the other way and seeing it clear. He shut off the bathroom light, the knife grasped tightly in his fingers. He stalked his way down, careful not to let the rustle of his loose clothing give away his position. His steps were long and purposeful, his eyes unblinking and ready for the possibility of the man looking his way.
He crept up right behind him, taking a deep breath before striking. He reached up, clasping his hand over the man's mouth, pulling him back against his chest. He took the knife over his throat, slashing straight through the tender flesh. "There there," he cooed as he followed the choking, shocked man down onto the ground. "Just think of all the kids you did this to," he whispered with a glare, watching as the life began to fade from bright blue eyes. Kyle shuddered, seeing Stan or Kenny's eyes in the man's gaze and feeling his anger rising again. The man tried to scream from under his hand, more blood oozing out of his throat and coating the tiled floor in a sticky puddle. "Just fucking die," Kyle whispered bitterly, staring as he did just that, those bright eyes dulling before becoming encased behind heavy-ladened lids.
Kyle got to his feet, dragging the man down into the hall before stepping to the corner, looking down both ways. Still just the one distracted Rat outside of the room he needed. Excellent.
He re-grasped his knife, slowly inching his way down against the wall, his ears perked for any signs of someone finding a fallen comrade. One more, just one more...He made it about three feet from the man before their gazes locked and Kyle froze in panic.
The man stared at him, shocked, before Kyle growled, lunging forward and grabbing the man, shoving him down into the room and landing on top of him. He reared his foot back, kicking the door closed as the two of them wrestled on the ground, Kyle's hand managed to grab the Rat's phone, shoving it into his opened mouth, fire burning through his eyes. He quickly shoved the man's hands down with one hand and bared his teeth in fury. The man looked at him in horror as his knife came down into his throat and chest, stabbing him in a relentless assault before he could so much as try to free his hands in defense. Kyle kept on driving the blade into him, feeling the metal scrape against bone and shuddering. He felt the man go slack under him and leaned back on top of the Rat's hips, wiping sprayed blood from off his face and panting.
He pushed himself off of the body and began crawling over towards the area where he knew the bug should be. He scanned the carpet, biting his lip before the metal scrap caught his eyes and he nearly cried in joy, scuttling over towards it. He prayed to God someone was there to hear him. This was the town's only shot. He didn't trust the Rats as far as he could throw them, it didn't matter if he got out, but someone had to know about the possibility of what could happen to all the kids.
"Guys? Guys I hope to fuck you're listening. Jesus fucking Christ please be there..." he closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Something very bad is likely to happen soon, probably tomorrow evening. You need to listen to me carefully..." he took a deep breath. "The Rats. They're...they're possibly going to execute a 'cleansing' of the town, get rid of all the kids and start this mess somewhere else..." he paused, shooting his head around and hearing various voices and he panicked. "Look, you have to get all the kids you can somewhere safe!" he pleaded quickly, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "I...I don't know if I can get out of here...you have to save everyone you can! Hide them or...or..." he groaned, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Fuck!" he hissed as footsteps came closer towards the door.
"Mr. Broflovski?" Peter's voice rang from the outside of the door. Kyle quickly backed up against the wall, heading towards the opposite side of the bug to divert them. The door was shoved open, hitting the fallen Rat and Peter let out an amused hum as they managed to shove him aside, a group of four Rats to the man's side staring Kyle down angrily. Kyle couldn't help but notice the lack of guns on them and sighed in a bit of relief. This guy was determined to make sure he wasn't killed, he at least had that in his favor.
"Get away from me," he hissed angrily, slithering up as far against the wall as he could.
"Mr. Broflovski I am impressed," the man grinned. "Took down three men on your own in such a short amount of time and with no one noticing any sound? That is some damn good work."
"Great, glad to make you so happy with my pest control. Give me a few without guns and I'm more than willing to give you more of a show," he glowered.
Peter laughed and shook his head. "Ah, Kyle, what are we going to do with you now?"
"I'd suggest not making such light of the situation and letting me go," he frowned, slowly rising to his feet. One of the Rats moved towards him and Kyle snarled, whipping the cuffs from his belt, twisting the man's arm back in a painful fashion and managing to fully ensnare him. He quickly wrapped his arm around the man's throat and kicked the back of his legs, bringing him down to his knees and growling at the others. "You wanna fuckin' come after me? Fine, but you're gonna watch him die first," the redhead snarled, locking his arm tighter as the man struggled against him.
Peter grinned crookedly and shook his head. "Amazing. Simply amazing."
Kyle watched him confusedly. "I...I have your fucking lackey here in case you didn't notice!" he shouted. "So..." he trailed off, the color draining from his face as he noticed the complete lack of empathy in the man's expression.
"So what?" the man raised his brow. "You kill him and then what, Mr. Broflovski? You can't get out of here."
"I've killed four of you in one day, I can kill more," he promised, tightening his grip around the man, listening to him wheeze in his arms, struggling to contain his thrashing. "I can get out of here and you damn well know it, you sick fuck."
He chuckled and shrugged, "Well, if anyone could, it'd definitely be you. But that's not what's happening today. What will killing that man accomplish, Kyle? How is that any better than us attacking you kids? Hm? After all, he's just doing a job, trying to support a family. Maybe this one didn't kill anybody. Maybe you're taking an innocent life, the very thing that you have worked so adamantly against," he cocked his brow.
Kyle's face fell, looking at the man in his arms still struggling to get some air and he loosened his grip only slightly. He raised his acidic eyes back up to his adversary and took a deep breath. "There's an equal chance he's killed."
"But you're not one who likes to take those odds, are you?" he challenged. "You're too good for that. I'll tell you the truth about this man, Kyle. He's twenty five. He joined us about two months ago. He hasn't been on the field, he guards the inside of this compound. He's never spilt a drop of blood. Between the two of you? You're the villain here."
Kyle blinked and shook his head slowly, "I'm protecting people, those kids...they don't deserve what you do to them..." he slowly let his eyebrows furrow once more. "And this fucker wouldn't let them live if he crossed their paths," he snarled, retightening his grip and letting the man choke in his grip. He stared down at his head angrily, trying to get every last drop of air out of him as quickly as possible.
"Grab him," Peter motioned nonchalantly. He called back out into the hallway, "I need some Lorazepam in here!" he shouted.
Kyle's eyes widened, "Oh fuck no!" he shouted as the other three Rats came and wrangled him off of his victim. "Let me go!" he screeched as they grabbed onto him tightly and pushed him down onto the floor. "Get off of me you fat fucks!" he jostled around underneath their grips, watching with wide, worried eyes as another man came into the room with a needle held protectively in his hand. Kyle's eyes flickered confusedly at the mess of curly black hair atop his head, a flash of recognition slamming through him before his panic took hold once more. "STOP!" he screamed before a heavy hand slammed into his mouth, smashing into his nose and making his head spin.
"Oh, Mr. Broflovski," Peter watched him with interest, shaking his head. "You realize you're only furthering my points about your potential, hm?" he watched as the sleeve around Kyle's arm was shoved up, the man trying to hold him still long enough to inject him. Kyle screamed furiously under the hands, frustrated tears beading his lashes as the needle found its way down into his pale flesh. The man quickly injected the serum and pulled the metal back out, rubbing the tender flesh of Kyle's forearm with his thumb.
Kyle's breathing intensified and he continued trying to fight his way out of their grip, mumbling nonsense. Peter motioned for the man to let go of his mouth and Kyle's lips quivered, staring at the man with heavy eyes. "You...can't...do...this..." he pleaded, his head beginning to loll, his body feeling remarkably heavy even without the weights of the Rats atop of him.
Peter just smirked at him, "You'll come around, Kyle. For now, get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow," he chuckled. Kyle tried lifting his head to argue before he lost his battle, his eyes slipping closed and his body going limp against the floor.
One of the Rats turned and un-cuffed their buddy and he rubbed his wrists, shaking his head at the boy. "Jesus fucking Christ that kid's strong," he muttered, getting to his feet.
Another nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he took out Johnny with a fucking toilet tank lid," he scoffed. "No good piece of shit," he kicked Kyle's arm a bit.
Peter frowned, "He's more useful to us than any of you have ever been. Now, take one of the cots into the room we had him in, cuff his wrists, but nothing else."
The second Rat raised his brow, "You sure that's a good idea?"
Peter nodded, "He'll be out about six hours with that dosage. And he won't be able to do much more than move his head around and talk after that until tomorrow."
The man nodded, reaching down and hefting under Kyle and lifting him into the air. "What room was he in?"
"The back room with the window," Peter said, gesturing in that direction with his thumb. He stepped out of the way to let the men pass him by, watching the redhead with a smirk. "And make sure the window is cracked for him," the man directed gently. "That room can get stuffy." They nodded and turned, stepping over their fallen Rat to get towards the door.
"What about Dave here?" one of the Rats pointed to the body.
"Take him outside and we'll prepare all three of their burials for in a few hours," he sighed, shaking his head and looking up out the window. The dead Rat was gently lifted by his comrades and carried out the door without another word. The man with the needle stepped up beside Peter and looked at him questionably.
"Why are you letting this kid kill people and not punishing him, Sir?" he asked meekly.
Peter grinned, "You don't think that him being kept from his little teammates is punishment? After all, he's right, he's just as merciless as we are with his little town," he shrugged. "Can't blame the kid for trying."
The man frowned but nodded, "I just feel like this kid is bad news is all."
He laughed and clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, he's out for awhile and by then we'll have his decision. I'm sure he'll come around to our side, don't you worry, Michael," he smirked before walking out of the room, leaving the curly-haired man holding his needle, staring out the window with a heavy sigh and deep, sunken eyes.
The room was silent as the transmission went the same way. Every face was upturned in pure horror at what had just transpired from beyond the wavelengths of the radio.
"What the fuck do they want with him?" Kenny asked shakily.
"I do not know," Christophe bit his lip hard enough to break the skin and he cursed lightly. He grabbed another cigarette and lit it up, his eyes not leaving the receiver. "Gregory, you need to find a place to 'ide kids."
"Where on Earth do you think I can do that?" Gregory blinked. "For goodness sakes, Christophe, the entire town is block-" he stopped short with a firm, sharp slice of mocha-brown eyes.
"You are not to question eet," he said curtly. "Kyle said all ze kids are in danger and we need to save zhem, and I will not tolerate anyz'hing less zhan your full effort, oui?"
Gregory nodded softly, knowing well enough not to press the question any further. He quietly made way over towards Kyle's blueprints of the town in the corner of the room, his hazel eyes exhaustedly looking for a possible out.
"I...I need to..." Stan bit his lip before turning on his heel and walking towards the front of the room, heading down the hallway towards the entrance to the base. He turned as Kenny and Cartman headed up behind him. He silently sighed, turning his head back and pushing open the door slightly, glancing around for any potential enemies. He spotted none and clambered out, the other two following closely behind him. Cartman closed the door and recovered it and they all stared at each other.
"So," Cartman started, looking at their devastated faces, "How do we get him out?"
The two of them looked at him in shock. "You? You want to rescue Kyle?" Stan blinked.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "No, I don't want to rescue Kahl. I want to rescue the only fucking chance we fucking have. Unfortunately, the mind that has the plan for that shit happens to be in his dumb Jew head."
Kenny couldn't help but smirk, "You big softie. You're just as worried for as we are."
He cocked his brow, "Keep this shit up, Po'Boy and you two can go rescue your boyfriend on your own."
"No...no we need you..." Stan nodded softly. He crossed his arms and shuffled his foot in the dirt. "How do we do it though? How do we get to the back of the building and get him out?"
Kenny was silent for a moment, rubbing his arm self-consciously. This could raise so many fucking questions between all of them, could show them something they wouldn't want to see...But that didn't matter anymore. What mattered was getting Kyle out. He looked between the two of them, his blue eyes glittering mischievously in the afternoon light. "I know how."
A/N: I don't write Kyle as a badass often enough, I'm just sayin'
Thanks for R&Ring!