Finally a new chapter! Things are just pilin' up but that's okay! Why? 'Cause I'm actually havin' some fun with this one people! Yeah I know. I'm bored out of my skull most of the time and posting my crap every now and again might not please some people but for those who actually care, well my boredom becomes yours. Now to the good stuff: I don't own FAKE in any way or form, neither do I have claim to its characters or content because I was like… eleven when it first came out. The rest I'm sure everyone can recognize right off. Enjoy!
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Chapter 4: A New Day Comes With New Problems
Everything had started as normal as before, Evan obviously absent but all seemed to go like always: they got up to find the whole place untouched and in place from the night before, absolutely normal in every way. Breakfast was made and the three took their turns in the bathroom while Ryo took the time to give each of them a set of the new keys Ramsey had given him before he'd left. Just who was that kid? And how did he know Gayle? The blond man thought as he worked with the sizzling eggs on the stove, Bikky having already eaten and left for school so minutes before. As Ryo's thoughts wandered, Dee stumbled in sleepily, yawning as he mumbled. "Good mornin'."
"Huh? Oh morning Dee! Eggs?" the man asked with a smile, Dee's sleepy look vanishing a bit as he collapsed into a chair. It wasn't long before he flopped onto the table top in his fatigue.
"Coffee too."
"Haha, on it." Ryo couldn't help but smile a little wider at how the other was so predictable as he put the finished eggs on two plates, setting one in front of the other cop as he sat down himself.
Just as he was about to take a bite, Dee broke the silence. "What were you thinkin' about?"
"Huh?" totally off guard, Ryo set his fork down and gave Dee a puzzled look. This just made him get poked in the face, Dee's face completely serious.
"Don't play dumb. I saw you with your turnin' gears. What's up with that?"
"Oh that. I was just wondering how that Ramsey kid knew Gayle. And I don't see how he could contact the guy if he was sedated."
"Eh. Who knows? Those two seem to be full of surprises. Can I have that coffee now?" he whined piteously, pretending to pout for emphasis.
"No." Ryo deadpanned with a smirk, getting up to head for the coffee maker anyway.
"Meanie." Dee grumbled mockingly through bites of egg.
"Yup, that I am." Ryo replied coolly as he sat down again, moving to eat his own breakfast before it got too cold on him. Half an hour later, they left to enter the light rain to enter the car parked not far away so they could start the ten-minute journey to the precinct. Driving off, both were unaware of the figure standing carelessly in the wind and rain on a nearby street corner, his sharp eyes watching the vehicle move through the streets before starting to move forward himself, away from the corner, careful not to get hit by oncoming traffic. No one even knew he'd been there in the first place.
--At the 27th Precinct—
Chief Walter Smith of the Eastern Bronx police station, sitting in his office chair behind a desk completely clouded by paper work and a coffee cup going cold despite being there for a good forty minutes sorting through papers he now knew he should've gone through the day before. But nooo! Some weird brat had to come and hold a conference for almost three hours. I wonder if he's still here along with that silent kid that McLean and Laytner met the other day. Shaking the thoughts away, the chief turned his attention back to the mess that had become his desk.
Berkeley and Diana however, were going to find that not everything was going to be normal that morning. As proven by when Berkeley moved to open the door to his office, he noticed a shadow move from under it, blocking the light a bit before moving out of view again. Cautious now, he silently turned the handle, he noticed a shadow move from under it, blocking the light a bit before moving out of view again. Cautious now, he silently turned the handle, expertly easing it open to find: nothing but an empty office room, the only living thing in it seemed to be him. A large stack of papers on his desk had apparently been the source of his alien shadow he'd seen under the door. Huh, I could've sworn…. He thought to himself as he moved toward the desk to deal with the fallen stack, completely unaware of the shadowy figure taking the ample time to slip out the door and into the hall.
Diana once again dressed to kill, had been strolling around the halls that morning to her friends' office, was the first to notice the stranger walking through the hall, weaving between people stealthily as if they were frozen or standing still. She knew these tactics anywhere. "HEY! HEY YOU! STOP!"
The figure, just as surprised as everyone else, froze for a few milliseconds before bolting in the opposite direction, quickly dodging people and objects as he headed for the front doors. Or at least, so he thought. It was some minutes before that Dee and Ryo had come through said doors, still dripping a bit from the now light rain still falling relentlessly outside. "Man even after all this time it's still rainin'? Dammit." Dee grumbled in annoyance as he tried to get the water out of his hair. Ryo just rolled his eyes. "You can't control the weather Dee. It should become snow sooner or later."
"Sooner or later he says! SOONER or LATER he says." Dee growled under his breath while Ryo just ignored him, staring at the odd commotion some distance from them. "Hey what's goin' on over there?" he inquired.
"Huh?"
This question was soon answered when the infamous figure doused in shadow came skidding to a stop around a corner, his scarf flapping like flags behind him as he set off once again: right for the front doors. Ryo, being himself as always, didn't know if he should block the figure or listen to common sense and get out of the way. Thankfully Dee made the decision for him by standing tall and strong with a pissed expression on his face as the figure kept on coming. Seeing his path was blocked, the figure once again skidded to a stop but instead of stopping there, he did the unthinkable. Looking around to see that every means of escape had been cut off and there wasn't anywhere to run, he straightened to say. "Well. It seems you guys aren't as stupid as I thought you were."
"Huh?" was all Dee and Ryo could say as Diana came stomping up from behind to screech.
"YOU!"
The teen turned to calmly face his pursuer. "Yes me. Nice to see you again Diana, and feisty as ever too. Still going against dress code I see. And to think you'd have been reported by now." The figure said calmly from behind his mask-like scarf, his hat and hair also doing well to hide his face from view. But the FBI agent wasn't in any mood for games.
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! Where the hell do you guys keep on coming from anyway?" she yelled again as he seemed to raise an eyebrow at her.
"Uh… the door? Outside? A different part of the country perhaps? Hell overseas if you want to be so damn inquisitive."
Diana's face was changing colors as the figure stood coolly under her vicious and unrelenting glare in his direction, cops and civilians staring in confusion at the scene before them, knowing better than to get involved. "Uh Diana? What's going on?"
"Don't worry Ryo… just another one of the kids I told you guys about." She snapped at the poor man, her gaze never leaving the teen standing in the middle of the floor before them. Something about what she said seemed to strike a rather sensitive nerve with him as he spoke again.
"Oh we're famous now are we? Oh just wonderful Diana. Yeah, let's tell the world about everything there is to know! Who's next? The president?"
"Oh can it you! I outta skin you for runnin' off like that even after I told you to stop you little punk." She snapped as a vein threatened to burst on her forehead. The teen didn't seem bothered by this at all.
"But Diana! I have to get my exercise!" the newcomer whined in a mocking tone as Diana's face just seemed to change colors a bit. Within seconds, the teen was being dragged across the floor and toward the conference room. It wasn't long before the Chief and Berkeley entered in time to see Diana angrily toss the teen into an empty chair in a corner where his chances of escape were minimal. Under all the cloth that hid his face, the teen couldn't truly muffle the grunt that escaped his lips when he fell into the chair no thanks to a certain FBI agent. His silvery grey eyes gave her a beseeching look with hints of amusement barely visible mixed in. "come now Diana! No need to be so nasty to an old friend."
"Old friend my ass! What're you doing here anyway?"
"What? Can't someone see the sights? My goodness Diana! Since when were you so uptight about things people like me do?"
"You know exactly what I mean O'Brien!"
"Well if you must know, I'm here to confirm Newman's report. Since some things can change in-between such times as sending and receiving, I saw it as my duty to see what's been happenin' over here myself. Happy now? You damn banshee?"
Eyebrow twitching at the name but deciding to keep her cool, Diana rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, yeah whatever."
"Okay… right then. Bye!"
"Huh? What? FUCK!" too late. The teen was already more then halfway toward the door, slipping and sliding past the men that crowded the room, stopping only when he saw Dee was standing directly in front of the closed door. Growling at this unwanted development, what happened next was burned into their minds to be played over and over: jumping a bit into the air, the teen brought his right leg in and up only to have it come shooting forward to get Dee in the stomach. The sound of wood cracking apart and glass crinkling as it broke filled the air as Dee fell onto the floor amidst what was left of the door. Ryo stood frozen, but only for a few seconds. "DEE!"
Ignoring the man running past him to tend to his partner, the teen turned back to glare angrily at the remaining people in the room. "I'll tell you now Diana. Should I learn that you've told even more people about mine, I won't be so nice and let it slide. But for now I'll leave you to it. Remember your contract and next we meet… I just might be nicer to your friends here."
Calmly exiting the room, the teen stopped only to look down at the fallen man struggling to sit up. "I'll have Ramsey come fix this later. You two take care of my friends you hear?"
"Why should we listen to you?" Dee growled up at the calm pair of eyes looking down on him as he wiped some blood from his lip.
"I didn't kill you, now did I? That should be reason enough. I need to go get some sleep anyway. Next we meet, I just might let you have a free hit at me for this. Later." Not saying another word, the teen casually walked away and quietly exited the building as though nothing behind him had even occurred at all. Snapping out of their shock of what'd just happened Ryo helped Dee to his feet and proceeded to wipe the splinters and bits of glass off his clothes. "Who the hell was that?" the infuriated brunette demanded, giving Diana a pissed off glare but was surprised when someone else answered for her.
"That was Chevy O'Brien, my team captain. He overseers of our missions and you could say that he's our superior. Apparently he wasn't happy with what I told him last I contacted him."
"Gayle! You shouldn't be up!" Ryo exclaimed as said teen half shrugged as he stood with his crutches, Evan standing close by to make sure he didn't fall as he spoke again.
"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that Chevy was here to check up on us, meaning that things have gotten pretty nasty out there. I'm actually surprised he was sober enough to come all the way here and kick your asses like he obviously has. We need to find out where our friends are so this can end, and soon."
"What's so surprising about him bein' sober?" Drake inquired evidently at his own risk. Gayle's grim expression should have said it all as he responded.
"When he's sober, he's not exactly a happy camper."
--East Bronx High School—
Bikky stared out into the rain from inside his advanced math class, trying not to let his thoughts drift too far to where he would forget where he was. He'd seen Carol and Lass a few times between classes but they'd barely had the chance to talk. But one thing was for sure, they were thinking about the same thing: just who was Gayle and Evan really? Were they who they said they were or were they just completely different people than they said they were? Snapping out of his reverie as the bell rang for lunch, Bikky scrambled to collect his things and leave the room. Weaving through the halls to walk past people and lockers, the blonde quickly entered the cafeteria to skim the crowd for his friends. It wasn't long before he spotted Carol waving at him above all the bustle and chat of the room.
He sighed in relief when he reached her table since he'd been forced to squeeze past people considering it was so crowded no thanks to the rain. It'd been almost a week since it'd started and had yet to show any signs of stopping much less letting up in any way. "Man this sucks! How can it keep on raining like this? It's outrageous that it's even lasted this long!"
"Who knows? Maybe tomorrow it'll just be a light sprinkle and then we could actually see something other than gray for once. It just might snow like it's supposed to since its winter after all." Carol said hopefully cheering her childhood friend out of his frustrated musings of the weather outside. She smiled happily when it seemed to work a little. But only a little and a little was enough for her.
"I guess you're right. But seriously! The fact that it's been raining nonstop is really, really weird. In summer it makes sense but this? It's just plain weird." The blonde grumbled almost to himself, leaning on the tabletop in his aggravation.
"I'm glad you agree."
The newcomer's voice seemed to pop out of nowhere, monotone and lacking in the natural emotions required in human speech. Quickly turning to look at the speaker, the two could only let their jaws drop in shock: it was Evan, sitting plainly and calmly right across from them. Only thing was, his demeanor was completely wrong. It lacked the soothing warmth and kindness, having been replaced by an eerie aloofness that sent chills down both their spines. Unsure of just who this guy really was, Carol decided to test the theory. "Evan?"
The duplicate's face shifted a bit to a slight frown but he said nothing. At least not at first but responded anyway. "I see that you're well acquainted with my brother. How that's possible I'm sure I'll find out later but right now that's definitely not the point. The point is that you two need to be careful where you tread from here on out."
"Who are you? And why should we listen to you?"
"Because Gayle turned in a report last night that told me enough about what's goin' on to be out here where I could easily be attacked myself. That and I'm probably the only person in this building capable of keeping you two, not only out of trouble, but also very much alive." He said calmly though his gaze seemed to shift a bit toward that of irritation, his brow furrowing a bit more as he spoke.
"You that someone's out to kill us?!" the blonde boy exclaimed almost a little too loudly, rising to his feet as if the table was covered in something disgusting he hadn't noticed until then.
"Shush! Don't be shoutin' stuff like that kid! Geez! Do you want all these people to riot?" he hissed, pushing Bikky back down into his seat with a strong hand and a nasty glare to boot. It was obvious that this guy wasn't a happy person. "Then what do we do? I kinda want to go to college ya know."
"Che. Tell me somethin' new why don't ya? If you're so insecure then use this." He grumbled in his annoyance, sliding a silvery object across to them. It was a cell phone, and it was obviously new and up-to-date.
Bikky looked a bit skeptical. "A cell phone?"
"It's a special issue phone that only calls one of my team should you need us. It even has some kick ass long distance coverage. We managed to get it to work in tunnels too." He said, a ghost of a smirk on his face as if from some kind of small amusement while Bikky opened the device up to inspect it. The small screen looked normal enough but some of the options were a bit out of the ordinary.
"What happens if someone else uses it rather than us?" Carol asked, making his smirk last a little longer while Bikky closed the thing and stuffed into one of his pant pockets.
"Good question there kid. This baby's got a DNA recognition sensor in its keypad as well as the plastic stuff that hides all the tech inside. Should anyone other than you two or someone like myself use this phone, it'll just be a regular phone. Until then, it's a hotline connection to some extra help. If you need us that is." Evan's duplicate said calmly, his eerie monotone having taken over once again as the two teens stared with uncertainty at him.
"What about you?" she asked again, only this time the response was different. He raised an eyebrow at the question as he spoke.
"Me? I'm outta here. Later gators." He said casually before getting up and quickly vanishing into the large crowd of high schoolers. The two could only sit in their utter confusion and amazement as the bell for next class rang in their shock filled heads.
Hours felt like days as the two tried to wait the day out, hoping to find Lai and Lass in order to discuss what they'd been told. The rain was coming down almost in a light drizzle but still enough to be considered a fairly hard rain. Thankfully they didn't have to wait long before a familiar car rolled up to give them some proper shade from the weather. But instead of seeing Dee in the driver's seat, it was Ryo. "Uh… did you guys switch for some reason?"
"Yeah actually. Dee got a little banged up at work today so it'll be his turn coming in late tonight." A little is an understatement but he doesn't need to know that does he? Ryo thought to himself, feeling a bit guilty about lying to his ward. If Bikky noticed this at all, he didn't show it as he deadpanned.
"So you finally got him to do his own paperwork huh?"
Ryo could only sweat drop at the teen. "I'm serious Bikky. Dee's not in the best of conditions right now but he'll be coming in later tonight okay?"
"Uh huh. Have you seen Lai or Lass yet? They were supposed to meet us by now."
Ryo looked over at the teen in confusion only to see that he was right. The other two had yet to appear and that was fairly unusual. "Hmm. That's odd. Where could they be? You think they could've taken Lai's car home today?"
"I don't know. I think they would've told us if that's what they were gonna do when school ended. Maybe we should go inside and look for them."
"Let me find a parking space first before we go running off." Doing as they were told, Bikky and Carol waited as Ryo brought the car away from the school's front and toward an empty parking space some distance away. Finding his umbrella and pulling his hood on, Ryo was the first to exit the car as the teens followed suit. Jogging toward the front doors and out of the rain, Ryo cautiously entered the school, Bikky and Carol not too far behind.
Naturally, the halls were empty except for a random teacher or janitor roaming around with some last minute work to tend to. Other than that, there was no one to be seen anywhere in the halls or the classrooms on the first floor. "Where could they be? It's not like them to just disappear like this."
"Disappear? That's it! Bikky! Do you have that phone on you?" Carol exclaimed excitedly at her own thoughts. But what she'd said had left he poor teen confused as he nodded.
"Uh yeah. Why?"
Ryo couldn't look any more lost as he tried to put two and two together. "What are you two talking about? What phone?"
"We'll explain later. Give it to me. I have an idea."
"Uh… okay but what-?" Bikky stammered but jumped when Carol finally snapped.
"Just give it here dammit!"
Bikky didn't hesitate then to give the angered girl the device as she immediately flipped it open, pressing the menu button as she did. The screen went blank for a few milliseconds before revealing a strange list of words that went down almost stretch past the screen's bottom side. The list went as such:
1)Guides
2) Trackers
3) Research Assistance
4) Special Operations Division (SOD)
5) Coalition of Human Resources (CHR)
6) Home/Property Repair
7) Car/Vehicle/Property Repair
8) Navigation & Culture Research
9) Weapons Identification and/or Training
10) Last Resort
Do not us option 10 for any reason without authorization or proper prompting from an official who is fully aware of what option 10 is capable of ensuing upon the carrier of this device and others within range.
The three stared at the bottom of the list in confusion but didn't dare question what it said. Maybe there was good reason why it said something such as that even though it was possible that the option in itself was relatively useless. "Uh… try number 2… it's kinda what we need right?"
"Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! On it!" Carol didn't hesitate to press the 'down' button so that the #2 option was highlighted, the words 'Select' and 'Exit' appearing on the bottom of the page. Not needing to think twice, Carol quickly found the button required to say 'Select'. Another list soon appeared in the place of the first, only this time it was a bit longer than the previous one. What it said however, was the confusing part:
1) Bird
2) Dog/Coyote
3) Wolf/Fox
4) Bear
5) Ferret/Weasel
6) Mouse
7) Monkey
8) Rabbit
9) Cat
10) Lizard
11) Fish
12) Other
"What the hell? What's with all the animals?"
Though uncertain himself, Bikky didn't really take the time to ponder such a thing. "I don't know but we should choose something before we start asking questions about what's in this thing. Try the dog one."
"Okay… if you say so."
Scrolling down again and pressing 'Select', yet another menu appeared: Are you sure you've chosen correctly? Yes/No.
"Oh c'mon! Yes!" frustrated now, Carol seemed to attack the 'Select' button in her now boiling anger at the infuriating device. Just when they thought another menu would appear, something else came into view instead. Please wait. Your request is being processed.
"Being processed? How long is that gonna take?" Bikky groaned as the digital hourglass appeared on the screen, seeming to dance mockingly at them. But what happened next proved that sometimes things don't take very long when the hourglass suddenly vanished to make way for yet another message. Process complete. Incoming package.
Bikky was the first to speak. "Incoming… package? What the hell-?" he didn't have time to say more as the phone began to let off an eerie glow that almost blinded them as Carol cried out in shock, dropping the phone as if it'd burned her. As the light faded and they were sure all was clear, the three dared open their eyes only to be sent into shock at what they saw: a teen, dressed in a windbreaker and mud colored jeans with black sneakers, a farmer's cap keeping his oddly spiked hair from going everywhere while a scarf hid his face from view.
And apparently, he'd landed in a strange position. Legs over his head and his back curved in a very uncomfortable angle, the teen groaned as he managed to get his bottom half to face the right direction before rolling over onto his stomach. "That does it. I'm soooo sendin' a complaint to the Dispatch Committee."
"Uh… who are you and how the hell did you get here?" Bikky asked uncertainly as a tired pair of silvery grey eyes met his dark ones.
"Huh? Oh hey there. Gimme a sec." The teen grumbled in a muffled tone of fatigue, using a voice that Ryo recognized anywhere. "You!"
Caught off guard and honestly confused, the eyes turned to the now angered cop glaring down at him. "Huh? What about me?"
"You're the one who hurt Dee this morning!" Ryo growled, showing his rarely seen 'I'm pissed as hell' side. The teen just blinked at this display of emotion.
"Ah him. I was cranky. That and I don't think I hit him all that hard either."
This only angered Ryo further as his face seemed to go a shade of red. "You put him in the infirmary for almost two hours!"
Unperturbed, the teen continued to stare at him calmly. "Is that so? He'll get over it. I'm sure he's been banged around worse than that."
"That's not the point!" Ryo snapped, uncaring of how loud he was anymore, Bikky and Carol doing well to keep their distances.
"I doubted that. Now do you need my help or not?" the teen inquired coolly.
This silenced Ryo as he instantly recalled why they were there. Taking a deep breath, the cop brought things back to the present. "Two of our friends are missing and we were hoping you could help us find them."
"I see. You got anythin' that's theirs? A piece of their clothing or somethin' they've been in contact with for a certain amount of time? Some random item they might've left with you? Anything will do really." He said again in the oddly cool tone that seemed to fit him all too well.
Searching their bags, Carol was the first to locate something. "There's this book I borrowed from Lass yesterday."
"I got some notes Lai gave me for my history class." Bikky said in turn, holding out said proof for all to see.
The teen nodded approvingly. "Right then. Fork 'em over."
"What?" they inquired, but the teen was running low on patience.
"Just give 'em here dammit. Sheesh." The teen grumbled, sounding almost beyond tired but was apparently holding his own against his fatigue. He almost had to snatch the things away, turning them over and around, he even brought them to his cloth masked face to smell through the fabric. "Hmm. The scents are pretty old and faded but I think I'll be able to pick up somethin' in here."
"Are you sure?"
"Haha! Are you kiddin' me? You're talkin' to one of the best trackers on the planet! Of course I'm sure! Besides, they don't call me Dog Man for nothin'. Let's head out people," he said in a voice riddled with amusement as he started to walk down the empty halls, his shoes barely even squeaking on the tile floors.
Snapping out of their dazes, the three had to jog to keep up with their new helper, Carol being the only one to remember to grab the fallen cell phone before moving to catch up with everyone else.
Bikky was the first to break the silence. "Uh do you have a name?"
"I do. Just like everyone else. But I think Ryo over there already knows it from this morning. Don't you Ryo?" the teen said, his tone still hinted with amusement as the cop in question tried to collect his thoughts.
"Uh yes. Chevy right?"
He nodded, not looking back as he spoke again. "Yup. You can call me that or Dog Man. Whichever one works."
"Does it matter?" Ryo inquired, taking his turn in asking.
"Not really." He said calmly, still not looking at them as they walked.
"How did you get here?" Bikky decided to ask again, curious still about what'd occurred some minutes before.
At first, he didn't say anything. But after a while, Chevy spoke again without stopping or turning around. "When he said to be careful where you tread, he didn't just mean your feet."
He refused to say much after that.
--At the 27th Precinct—
Things had settled down after Chevy had made his dramatic exit, the rain having come down to a relentless drizzle that sometimes gave way to cold downpours. Dee, now free of nurses and the foul smell of disinfectants, hissed slightly in pain as he sat in his chair behind his desk. As if things couldn't be any worse. He thought miserably as he leaned onto the welcoming surface of his desktop, watching with lazy optics as Ramsey spoke happily with Chief Smith and Commissioner Berkeley over near the conference room with its new door in place. The two men were understandably confused on why they didn't have to pay for the damages done to their own property but let it slide as something they could ask about later on. Giving the chief the new keys and a fairly warm handshake accompanied with a kind smile, Ramsey was off again, leaving a number of baffled adults in his wake. A lot like what happened last night…. Dee let the thought fade away as he tried to keep his focus on the papers in front of him only to find that it wouldn't be that easy.
Evan, who'd been sitting nearby while Gayle was still resting up in the infirmary, watched with innocent eyes as the older man practically fell asleep at his desk, face hidden in his arms while quietly snoring the rest of the work day away. Looking out the windows and into the pouring rain, golden green eyes watched the sky shed its tears as he waited for things to get lively again.
But just how soon was about to be realized as a slight rumble brought Evan out of his thoughts in time to see JJ on his way to give his crush the ol' bear hugs of a lifetime. He didn't hesitate to pounce on the man first, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and nearly clothes lining him to the floor. About to protest to these actions JJ was silenced by Evan's stern expression and his 'shush' signal. Seeing these and the snoozing form of his superior, JJ didn't need to be told twice as Evan released him from his vice like grip.
Man this kid's got quite a grip. The normally hyper cop thought as he gave the teen in question a few manila folders he'd been carrying. "Give these files to Dee when he wakes up okay?"
Evan nodded in his silence, taking the folders and made sure the older man left so to ensure he wouldn't try to make a ruckus. But this calm didn't last long when the Chief came stomping over with a look that meant business. This isn't my day. Evan thought with a sigh as he set the files down on Dee's desk before moving to hinder yet another person from disturbing the snoozing cop. Seeing this as he approached, Smith could only shake his head as he stopped short of his destination. "Oh just wake him up and help him get home already. Can't have him gettin' in the way of things."
Blinking at this but not questioning the man, Evan nodded in understanding before turning back around in the hopes of getting the sleeping man to travel out into the rain to the car. Eh. I'll give it a try anyway. He thought as he nudged the man awake, only watching as Dee sat up with sleep filled eyes, looking around to find Evan staring down at him. "What is it?"
Since he couldn't speak yet, Evan's only answer was to lightly pull on the man's arm as if to drag him away but didn't. A bit confused by this action, Dee could only blink to clear his vision and his mind a bit more as he spoke again. "Is somethin' wrong?"
He couldn't feel any more helpless than he'd already was as he shook his head, pulling on the dark haired cop's arm again. Still a little confused, Dee just stared at the teen in his puzzlement before Evan rolled his eyes in annoyance. Finding a post it note and a pen, Evan quickly scribbled a small message down before pushing it into the man's face. Dee read it in curiosity. Chief said to take you home.
The words clicked in his sleep filled mind as he finally nodded, rising from his chair and grabbed his jacket from the back. "Can you drive? I don't think I can watch the road the way I am."
Evan nodded again, patiently standing by so the man could collect himself enough to where they could leave without a problem. They managed to get outside no problem, Dee collapsing into the passenger's seat while Evan calmly sat down on the driver's side of the car, inserting the key into the ignition in order to bring the large machine to life. He didn't hesitate to turn the heat up and the radio down, fully aware of Dee drifting off again into the deep oblivion that was sleep.
Driving off into the endless rain, Evan's oddly sharp gaze darted whenever it could, knowing well that as they left the police parking lot, they were also leaving a safety zone.
Man that took forever to finish! I'm sorry it took me so long to post but my brain's been on autopilot lately to where gettin' stuff done is a miracle in progress. But right now that don't matter now does it? Why? 'Cause I finally finished this chapter dammit! Even though there aren't any notes to deal with at the moment, you guys are welcome to message me about certain things that I've posted so far or just to tell me how crappy my work is. I could really use some criticism. I probably won't take it well but that's the life of a writer, as we all know. Anywho. Let's find out what's to come shall we? Here it is:
Next chapter:
Chapter 5: Turns For The Worst: Friends Lost
Say what?! Lai and Lass are missing? Dee's a little beat around the edges, Ryo's losin' his temper and Evan's on the lookout! Things are gettin' pretty wild here in NYC and it looks like the Boys in Blue might need to work a little harder in order to keep the well earned title of 'New York's finest'. Can Ryo, Bikky and Carol find their lost friends? Even if they have the mysterious Chevy, aka Dog Man, to help them figure out where they might've gone? Just what kind of strange things are going on to make grown teens pop out of cell phones and slip past competent cops in their own turf? Is it some kind of cheap-ass trick pulled off with crappy smoke and mirrors? Or, in all probability, could it truly be the real thing? Find out in the next installment of 'Spirits In The Rain':
Chapter 5: Turns For The Worst: Friends Lost!!!