Sorry for the wait! Next chapter will be out soon. I have a lot in store for the next few chapters ;D Hope you enjoy!
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-Blink
~~~Emma's Lab~~~
Today was the day Emma was going to present her finished products to Dedsec. She was nervous. Not in her own ability, she knew everything was exactly how she wanted it. She was nervous that they wouldn't need or use it. It was all a learning experience, anyway. The more she experimented with solutions and formulas, the better off she would be in the long run… at least that's what she said in case they didn't like what she had to offer.
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the door opening. She felt even more nervous than she thought, but turned to see Wrench walk in. She relaxed and exhaled, "Oh, it's only you," She said.
Wench feigned offense, "Sorry to disappoint," He said pretending to leave.
Emma chuckled, "No, please stay!" She rushed, "I'm just really nervous."
He knew she would be, which is why he showed up earlier. To hopefully ease the pressure, "You're just being paranoid. You know they'll love it all!"
"You don't even know what all I've made!" She argued.
"What, do you want me to not be supportive?" Wrench asked sarcastically.
"N-no… I'm sorry, I'm being difficult again," Emma groaned.
Wrench tapped the bottom of Emma's chin to make her look back up, but she was slightly pouting. Wrench smirked, even though she couldn't see it, "How about after you deal with this, we just hang out and watch movies? Sitara's, Hackerspace… wherever," He suggested.
Emma stopped pouting, "Do I get to pick the movies?" She asked.
Wrench crossed his arms, and pretended to think about it, "Half, but I control the remote."
"Deal. What about snacks and stuff?" Emma asked.
"That's all you. I'll eat anything," Wrench said. Emma glared, jealous that he could in fact eat anything, "What?"
"How are you not 300 pounds?!" She asked seriously.
"Oh come on, don't act like you are!" Wrench said back.
"Oh no, did we interrupt something?" Marcus asked, out of nowhere. Emma and Wrench both looked over to the doorway to see everyone else standing there - Marcus, Sitara, Ray, and Josh.
Sitara laughed and walked in, "Wrench, did you call Emma fat or something?"
"No!" Wrench said immediately.
Marcus put his arm over Wrench's shoulders, ignoring the spikes, "You know when she asks if she looks fat in that lab coat, you don't even waste a second - You say NO," Marcus lectured.
Wrench displayed two dashes through his mask as he listened, and pushed Marcus' arm off of him, "Emma, don't you got some bombs to show off or something?" Wrench asked, crossing his arms and leaned against a desk. He didn't want the attention on him all of a sudden.
"You know, Josh wouldn't have called her fat," Ray chuckled, looking over at Wrench.
"Because she isn't," Josh said casually, proving Ray's point.
Emma laughed, "Guys, I started it, leave poor Wrench alone," She said playfully. Wrench extended his hand out toward her, thanking her for the back-up.
"Emma, you don't have to defend him," Sitara joked.
"No, really!" Emma said starting to get serious. She didn't want Wrench feeling uncomfortable or angry at something she started, "It's not what it sounded like."
Sitara waved her off, "Alright, alright, get on with the show already - we got an ex hacker to track down?"
Emma rolled her eyes and walked over to the other side of her center lab table, across from everyone else. She glanced over at Wrench hoping he wouldn't look mad. To her relief, he had smiling icons on his mask. She smiled and blushed, about to speak.
"For Christ's sake, even across the room," Ray muttered at first, "Can you two stop fli-?!" Ray started but Marcus elbowed him, interrupting him. They were all thinking the same thing, but no one else wanted to say anything and make them uncomfortable. Marcus, for Wrench's sake. Sitara, for Emma's sake.
Emma stood on one side of her lab table, and everyone else stood on the opposite side, letting Emma demonstrate what she's been working on. She had the one Freeze Gun that she renamed the "Capsule Gun", including Ice, smoke, sleep, and hallucinogen capsules which she renamed "panic gas" due to the sensory effects. She hoped that Wrench and herself would be able to remake more capsule guns for the rest of the crew. Along with the capsules, she offered tiny explosive chemicals that resemble the "bang snap" fireworks. Available in smoke, sleep, panic, and poison.
"Poison?!" Sitara called out.
Emma laughed, "Relax, it's a low dose. Might make someone queasy or have some bowel issues, but no one's going to die from it."
"How are you so sure?" Marcus asked.
"I've studied chemistry, Marcus. I know what can harm a person in what ways," She said whimsically.
"What if we used… say, 3 or 4?" Wrench asked.
"I told you one would make someone feel ill. I'm not responsible for your decisions," Emma said with her head held high, eventually smirking.
"Oooohhhh you're evil," Wrench responded playfully, with dashes across his mask.
"So keep the poison away from Wrench, yeah?" Sitara suggested, earning a glare from Wrench, to which Sitara shrugged off.
Emma grabbed another box, opening it, "The real versions aside are all colorless and odorless. I made some extra low potency smoke bombs that you can practice if you want. To give you an idea of the radius."
Marcus and Ray were quick to grab them and start throwing them in the lab. Josh groaned, and Sitara piped up, "Not in here!"
"Come on, Josh! Give it a shot!" Marcus said calling Josh over, who begrudgingly joined.
Wrench would have joined Marcus and Ray if he weren't so excited to talk to Emma. He walked up to her, "See? They already love it."
Emma shrugged, "They just like the noise."
"Anyone can buy regular bang snaps, Em. These are special!" Wrench said with a smile on his mask.
Emma looked over and smiled with him, yet she felt something was missing now. She'd seen his real face and now the mask was just a cover. Wrench would always be Wrench to her, no matter if he wore his mask or not, but she wished he'd just keep it off for her. Perhaps it was selfish, she thought. She nodded, "You're going to help me make more capsule guns, too, right? Can't share one between all of you."
"You got it," Wrench assured.
Ray called over, "I have to say, kiddo… you really proved yourself with these. Nice going," He said and joined them.
Emma smiled, feeling proud, "Thank you, Ray," They may not have gotten along all the time, but she appreciated his kind words.
Ray nodded, "Now that we're all here, should we brainstorm some future plans?" He asked looking at everyone.
"Can't we just relax and play around with our new toys?" Wrench asked picking up the capsule gun and aiming it.
"We'll have time for that later," Ray said grabbing the gun and setting it down on the table, receiving a glare from Wrench, "We got a lot of information to share, and some new goodies to hopefully give us an advantage."
"Not a bad idea. You know how many distractions I can cause with these?" Marcus asked.
"Maybe we should be at the hackerspace for all this?" Josh suggested when he strolled up. He had his laptop there. It would make him more comfortable.
Ray turned to Emma, "You got any beer here?"
"Um… no, sorry," She was caught off guard.
"Then yes! To the hackerspace we go!" Ray said and headed out.
"Not so fast," Wrench said picking up a 6-pack of beer, "I figured you'd give Emma a hard time so I brought some to shut you up," Wrench handed him a beer. Emma didn't even realize he brought it in, "Sorry, Josh," Wrench said.
Ray grabbed it from Wrench, "Good thinking."
Sitara rubbed Josh's back for a second, comforting him, "We good then?" Marcus asked.
Since Emma wasn't around the day before, and Marcus and Wrench left early, Sitara relayed the information Carl gave to her, Ray, and Josh. It was time everyone was finally on the same page to try to take something down. With Emma's new contributions to the team, they hoped they now had an advantage to infiltrate a base if he had one. There was still a chance for more information, anyway. Carl hoped he would get out of Ray's custody after he fessed up all he knew. No such luck. Sitara sighed, "He said Sam's known Owen for a while. But Sam joined Dedsec officially a little over a year ago, which is around the time Owen left," Sitara explained.
"So it was always a part of Sam's plan?" Marcus asked.
"I think Sam was there originally just to spy on us. Obviously no one knew anything about Emma at the time," Ray said.
"Well, I did," Sitara said defending her friendship with Emma. They weren't best friends, but they knew each other and got along, "But she had nothing to do with us at the time, no."
Marcus turned to Emma, "Have you met anyone else in Dedsec?"
Emma shook her head, "Not knowing if they were Dedsec or not. Owen just introduced to me people he said were friends and coworkers."
"Chances are they were all from Dedsec," Ray said.
"Which means there are more people that know you," Wrench said nervously. He didn't like the idea of Emma being that wide of a target.
"And a bigger chance that those that were friends with Owen work for him now, not with us," Sitara said.
"I tried to find old chat logs that included him," Josh began, "But he deleted everything that his name touched. I've been trying to recover it, but no luck. Yet."
"We'll have to keep trying. We can do it," Ray said confidently. He's done it before.
"We have eyes on Sam?" Marcus asked.
"Hopefully behind bars," Wrench said with disdain, "He jumped Emma and I last night."
"What?!" Marcus asked concerned.
"He said he was just sending a message from what you told him at that biker bar," Wrench said. He wasn't blaming Marcus, just stating.
Marcus looked apologetic at both Wrench and Emma, "Shit, man… I didn't-"
"No, I wasn't blaming you. We're both fine, don't worry about, man," Wrench smiled through his mask and held his fist up and Marcus responded with a side fist bump.
Emma smiled at Marcus, letting him know she wasn't blaming him either, "Hopefully he'll be in jail for a while…" She trailed off.
"Jail's only going to do so much until Owen busts him out," Ray said.
"Sam's a disgrace in Owen's eyes now," Emma said, "A failure."
Everyone looked at Emma, "How do you know?" Marcus asked.
She looked down, playing with her hands, "There were many times when he said a subordinate failed him and he fired them. I don't know how much he was telling the truth, but going by that, he's not very forgiving." Emma explained, not sure how helpful her information was.
Sitara nodded, "That's a good sign!"
"But what's the plan right now?" Marcus asked, receiving no immediate response.
Emma furrowed her brows. It was a dead end. She knew it. Owen was too smart. Carl only knew so much. Who knew how long it'd take to restore any old information that Owen deleted. Wrench looked at her, wanting to comfort her, just not in front of everyone else. He wanted to say anything, give any suggestion to try to help, "We uh… blow them up!" He said.
Everyone looked at him, "Blow them up?" Ray asked.
Wrench nodded going along with the plan that he wasn't even sure he was confident in, "His base is under one of those warehouses, right? We just blow them all up! Either we get him, or flush him out. It's a win-win for us," Wrench explained, feeling better about it as he went along.
"Way to keep the plan small scale," Sitara said sarcastically.
"What? It'd work, wouldn't it?" Wrench asked.
"We're not terrorists," Ray said.
"But we're basically dealing with one!" Wrench defended. Emma was still looking at the floor, but she lightly put her hand on his arm to try to calm him down.
"Dedsec will not stoop to his level," Sitara argued.
"Stooping to his level would involve stalking one of his own and "sending messages" with baseball bats." Wrench said using air quotes, both with his hands and with his mask.
"That's it!" Marcus said out loud, "We talk to him."
Sitara gave him a strange look and crossed her arms, "Great plan, Marcus! If we knew where to find him!"
"No, not Owen," Marcus said, "Sam."
"In jail?" Sitara asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marcus nodded, "If he's still there," He suggested, "We give him an incentive to work with us. It's obvious he's afraid of Owen," Marcus thought back to the last encounter at the tavern.
"And who do you suggest go talk to him?" Ray asked.
Marcus was hesitant, but he looked over to Emma, who was looking back at him. She turned to everyone else and noticed everyone but Wrench was staring at her. Her eyes went wide, "ME?" She asked.
Wrench looked back between Marcus and Emma, "HER?"
"Well, not alone," Marcus said, taking a step closer to Emma.
"I don't know… What would I even say?" Emma asked.
"You know…" Ray began, rubbing his chin, "This is actually a really good idea… Emma knows Owen better than all of us, to a certain extent."
"Oh, now you believe me?!" She asked not wanting to panic. Ray chuckled and shrugged.
"If we're going to do this, we should hurry," Josh said.
"Yeah, Josh is right. Owen could still bust him out any minute," Marcus said.
"Wait, guys… I don't know about this," Emma said quietly, mostly due to nerves.
Sitara looked apologetically at her, "They do have a point, hun."
"And we'll give you an earpiece," Marcus offered, "You can be our voice."
Sitara turned to Marcus, "Well, what do we ask?" Sitara asked.
As Marcus, Sitara, Ray and Josh were spitballing ideas, Wrench turned to Emma, "Are you okay with this?"
Emma looked up at him, looking worried, "I always said I wanted to help… right?" Emma said forcing a smile.
"Didn't really answer my question," He said softly. Wrench could tell it was a fake smile, but he joined her with his own lit up smile anyway. She looked down and let her smile drop. Wrench responded by swinging his arm around her shoulders, "Nah, you'll do great. We'll be right there with you."
Wrench's phone made a noise, interrupting the moment. He pulled it out of his pocket. Emma didn't mean to, but she glanced over to see the message: Scarlett sent a new photo. Her face paled and she looked straight ahead. Nude photo? She instantly thought, and mentally smacked herself for thinking that. Soon enough Marcus and Sitara's phones also made a noise. Emma was hoping it was just a group text. Dedsec business, she thought.
"Speaking of sending a message... Some Blume employee is out of town until Wednesday," Sitara read her message, "You know what that means!"
Marcus checked his phone, "Dedsec crashing house party!" Marcus cheered while Wrench sang it at the same time.
"Feels kind of weird it's on a Sunday, though," Marcus said.
"Wait, it's tonight?" Wrench asked looking at the photo again.
"Like we got anywhere to be Monday morning," Sitara said back, Marcus chuckling with an agreement. Wrench put his phone back in his pocket and pulled his arm off of Emma, but still standing close to her, which she welcomed.
"Feels like it's been awhile," Marcus said, "Rodney set up the last one I think a month ago?" Marcus asked.
"That or we didn't get invited," Sitara said, knowing it's not true.
"I'm not going," Josh simply said.
"What?" Marcus squeaked, "Why not?" He asked and turned to Sitara who was quickly, yet subtly shaking her head no. He then remembered someone was passing out drugs and Josh got a little too affected by it last time, "Ohhhh…" He trailed off.
Ray cleared his throat, "I'm really happy for you hooligans trashing some rich CEO's house, but uh… We got some business to take care of first?" He suggested.
"Alright, alright," Marcus said with his pitch higher than usual, telling Ray to calm down, "We're just planning a celebration is all."
"Well, let's focus on this now, and maybe you'll even have a bigger reason to celebrate," Ray suggested.
"Good point," Sitara put her phone in her pocket, "You ready?"
Emma was hesitant, but nodded, "I guess so…"
~~~San Francisco County Jail~~~
Emma walked in nervously. She knew she had the backup she needed. She wore an earpiece, covered by her hair, so the rest of her team could listen and communicate with her as she talked to Sam. An officer pointed to a cubby with the number 4 above it. She smiled thanking them and sat down, waiting patiently for Sam. He sat down and plopped down in the seat, staring back at Emma. She slowly reached for the phone, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. She brought the phone up to her ear and waited for him to do the same. Sam grabbed the phone and put it to his ear quicker than she was expecting, almost startling her.
"H-hey…" Emma stuttered. He didn't greet her back, "Is this the first time you weren't bugged?" She asked timidly, "With a mic I mean," She elaborated for an unknown reason.
"Probably," Sam said.
"Did you know?" Emma asked.
"That I was bugged? Oh, he made it very clear," Sam answered.
"Why did you listen to him?" She asked.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked.
"The kind that I want an answer to," She retorted back with an attitude.
Sam chuckled, "Emma with an attitude is new," Sam said. Emma stared at him, waiting for him to respond, "I don't know, why do you listen to Dedsec?"
"They're my friends," Emma said. Sam smiled signaling that was his answer, too, "I have a hard time believing that friendship is a valid justification for committing crimes, and torturing and stalking women," Emma said careful not to speak too loudly.
"Yeah, well… It's all I got for you, sweetheart," Sam said and hung up forcefully. He stood up and walked back, letting the guards lead him back to his cell.
"Sam, wait!" Emma tried calling out, but her words were unheard. She cursed as she hung up her own phone. She stood up and walked out of the lobby, and out of the jail, meeting up with Wrench and Marcus, who were outside waiting for her, "He hung up on me," She said.
"Yeah, we heard…" Marcus said defeated.
"I'm sorry…" Emma said, looking at the ground below her.
"Don't be sorry. It was worth a shot, right?" Wrench asked reassuring her.
"No, it was a really good plan. I just couldn't do it…" Emma said, "I got nervous and he just…"
"He hung up before you. You tried, alright? We can try again," Marcus said.
Emma nodded. "There's nothing else anyone could have done or said," Wrench said with smiling icons on his mask. Emma smiled up at him, but still couldn't get the feeling that she had failed a mission out of her head.
Sitara ran up, "How did it go?" She asked.
"Not good. We'll have to come back," Marcus explained.
"Ah… bummer," Sitara said, "Sorry we're putting you through this."
Emma nodded, "It's okay. I want to help." She felt more confident now that it was over. She wanted to go back in there and yell at Sam for hanging up on her. Among other things.
"Emma, ready to head back?" Sitara asked.
"I can take her back, i'm not going to the party," Wrench said.
Emma piped up and looked at Wrench, "What? Why not?"
Wrench looked back at her, question marks on his mask, "I made plans with you."
"Yeah, but we can always watch movies. Seems like these parties don't happen too often," Emma explained. They didn't notice, but Sitara pulled Marcus away quietly and they already started walking towards their destination.
"Well, yeah but-" Wrench started.
"No, buts!" Emma interrupted, "Just go, and if you get bored, I'll be up," She reasoned.
Wrench crossed his arms and thought about it, "I'll go for an hour," Wrench said.
"You know you'll be there for an hour and dread coming to watch dumb movies with me," Emma joked.
"Hey! The rest of Predator is on the list and you do not call that a dumb movie," Wrench said.
Emma laughed, "Well, maybe you can prove it… After you go enjoy your party," She said and started walking in the direction of Sitara's apartment, seeing her and Marcus off in the distance. Wrench followed.
~~~Dedsec Party~~~
A couple hours in, and everyone was feeling the party. Graffiti already decorated the walls, thanks to Sitara and other fellow artists. Marcus and Wrench were in the living room with other members and followers, a little more than buzzed.
A fellow Dedsec member was discussing with Marcus and Wrench a recent hack he executed in the Blume employees emails and all the secrets he found. Including having a mail order bride at 28 years old, two girlfriends, a running investigation of murdering a third (that has been protected by Blume), and a son who has been part of a human trafficking scandal.
"Man, how does Blume find these people?!" Marcus slurred, "Meanwhile people like us get time for jaywalking!"
"Just makes it that much sweeter when we serve justice!" Wrench cheered, "You see the hack Bullseye pulled on Haum's email servers? They're trying to do the same thing with their robots after we destroyed it!"
Marcus let out a loud single laugh, "They don't know we still have access to their shit. We'll keep shutting them down!"
"Marcus you gotta let me handle it next time. You seriously have all the fun," Wrench said.
"You tell Emma you-know-what and we have a deal," Marcus said taking a swig from his beer bottle.
Wrench's mask blanked and he dropped his arms to his side, "That's not faaaair," He whined. He was spilling beer, earning some angry remarks from people around him. He shrugged it off, "Oh, what are you worried about? The carpet?" Wrench asked sarcastically, outstretching his arm. He underestimated his balance, because his sudden movement caused him to sway slightly.
A women with a pastel blue hair cut into a long bob with heavy bangs strolled up next to Wrench, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned and immediately recognized the woman known as Scarlett21 on the Dedsec IRC. This wasn't their first meeting, "Thought you could ignore me?" She said, still smirking.
"Oh, hey Scarlett," He said insincerely, "Alright, well, see ya!" He raised a beer bottle and started to leave.
Scarlett took a step to the side, blocking his path, "You in a hurry?" She asked.
Wrench sighed, displaying two dashes on his mask, "No, I just don't really feel like small talking with you," He said slightly slurring.
Scarlett tilted her head, deflecting his harsh words, "Ouch," She said sarcastically.
"Do you mind?" He asked, hoping she'd move.
"I do. Let's catch up," Scarlett said taking a step closer to him and ran her hand up his arm.
Wrench pulled back, "I have a girlfriend!" He spit out awkwardly. He instantly regretted saying that, especially when Marcus gave him a questionable look.
Scarlett let out a laugh, "Well, jeez, if you don't want to talk to me, just say so. Don't have to lie to me."
"Who says I'm lying?" Wrench asked, almost offended she didn't believe him.
"You in a relationship? Come on, we both know you better than that," Scarlett said.
"No, you don't," He said and walked off in any direction that Scarlett wasn't in. just wanted to get away from her.
Marcus looked between Wrench walked off and Scarlett standing there smirking, "Uh… Nice to meet you," He said and started walking off, "Oh, and his girlfriend is great," He added. He didn't want to give names just in case. Scarlett scrunched her face at him.
Wrench eventually stopped advancing when he reached the other room, Marcus joining him, "You and her got some history?" He asked.
"Nothing worth mentioning," Wrench put a smile on his mask as he held his beer bottle out, waiting to Marcus to do the same.
Just as he did, Scarlett marched back up stand between them, "You want news on Cyb0rg or not?" Scarlett asked straight faced and angry. Wrench let his mask blank along with his attention. He wanted nothing to do with Scarlett.
"You know something?" Marcus asked.
Scarlett turned to him, "I wasn't talking to you," Marcus made a face and backed up a little, letting them talk. Wrench pleaded for him not to leave, so he stood close enough to hear their conversation. She turned back to Wrench, "It might help your girlfriend out."
Wrench displayed exclamation points in his mask as he finally looked down at her, "You know about-"
"Of course I know about her!" Scarlett interrupted, "Everybody does - she's Cyb0rg's. Ex Girlfriend! I just didn't think the rumors were true."
"Fuck," Wrench muttered, however, he wasn't surprised. He knew some people in Dedsec were helping watch over her, much how Owen had his own goons stalking her. They'd see how much time they spent together and figure something out, or at least let the rumors start. At least for now they were just rumors. He wasn't sure if he should tell the truth or keep up with his lie.
"Didn't think that you'd date a normie," Scarlett said almost judging him.
"She's not-" Wrench started to yell, but made a fist to attempt to calm down. He sighed, "What do you know?" He asked through gritted teeth.
Scarlett smirked and looked around, "Not here. Follow me," She said and started walking. They both followed along, but Scarlett glanced, "Uh-uh!" She said quickly pointing at Marcus, "Not you." She continued to walk backward, toward her destination. Wrench let his posture drop and he looked over at Marcus, who wasn't too sure about the situation. Marcus still followed them, but kept his distance so Scarlett didn't see.
Sitara spotted Wrench walking up toward her, but quickly noticed he was following Scarlett. She glared, and waited for Scarlett to pass before she grabbed Wrench's arm stopping him, "What are you doing?" She spit out glaring at him.
Wrench was startled at first, "She just wants to talk, it's fine," Wrench answered in a hushed tone.
"Yeah and poison your drink," Sitara retorted, "What about Emma?"
Scarlett came up, "Don't worry, Sitara, this concerns his little girlfriend," She said clearly showing disdain toward Emma.
Sitara just looked at Wrench with her eyebrows raised, "Mind if I talk to Wrench alone for a second?" She asked Scarlett with fake sincerity.
Scarlett rolled her eyes, "I'll be in there," She pointed to a room down the hall, and started walking towards it, "Don't keep me waiting."
"Girlfriend, huh?" Sitara said more than asked.
"I panicked. Don't tell Emma," Wrench pleaded when Scarlett was far enough away.
"Okay, but you better not go in there with her," Sitara said.
"I know what it looks like, but she said she has info on Cyb0rg," Wrench explained.
Sitara gave him a hard stare, "5 minutes," She warned.
"Hopefully less," Wrench said and walked toward the room Scarlett walked into. Sitara watched him walk in before she pulled out her phone.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" Marcus asked running up. He maintained his distance until he saw her.
"Telling her Wrench can't make it to their movie night," Sitara answered angrily.
"You don't know that," Marcus said.
"Nothing good can come out of him going into that room with her," Sitara said.
"Look I don't know what kind of history they have, but don't underestimate him," Marcus said.
"Oh, I'm not worried about him. She's a damn succubus," Sitara said.
Marcus put his hand over Sitara's phone, "He can handle it."
Sitara looked at Marcus for a moment, thinking about it. But she didn't want Emma waiting up at night for no reason if Wrench wasn't going to go. It was past 10, which was early, but if he was going to spend anymore time at the party, it'd be too late for a date night with Emma. Sitara was just sparing her. She whipped her phone away, turned her back to Marcus and texted Emma: Wrench is drunk. Don't wait up, hun. Sorry. Sitara hit 'send.'
Wrench prepared himself to go through the door, but thankfully it led into a sunroom with Scarlett and other Dedsec members, which means he didn't have to be alone with her. There were some people already there smoking and sitting around, Scarlett joining in by lighting up a cigarette, "Alright Scar, can we make this quick?" Wrench asked.
"I can make it as fast you want, baby," She grinned.
"Oh my god, kill me," Wrench groaned to himself, turning to leave.
"I'm just kidding. Damn, what are you so worried about?" Scarlett asked.
"I told you I have a girlfriend," Wrench lied again.
"Yeah, you keep saying that. I think you forgot your balls in her purse," Scarlett said taking a drag of her cigarette.
"Har, har. You have something to tell me or not," Wrench said crossing his arms.
Scarlett put her cigarette out early with a smirk and walked closer to Wrench, "What are you going to do to repay me when I do? I have an idea that I promise I won't tell her about," She said and pushed Wrench forward, lightly. Due to the alcohol, he was swayed without much force and fell back into a couch he didn't realize was there until he landed. Before he could yell at Scarlett, she started sitting down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You think I won't push a girl?" He asked without much confidence. Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him, and Wrench sighed, "Yeah, you're right… Could you just get off me?" He pleaded with annoyance trying not to shout.
"Why because of Emelia?" She asked, saying her name with malice.
"You think she'd like seeing this?" Wrench asked out of panic. He didn't know why he said it. For a second he actually believed Emma was his girlfriend.
"You let her make all your decisions for you?" Scarlett asked and moved her arms, trying to lower his hood.
Wrench grabbed her forearms from behind his head and pulled them back to the front, "Scarlett," Wrench ordered.
"What? Stop letting her control you!" Scarlett pleaded.
Wrench didn't want to hit a girl, but he was close. Even though he was inebriated, he was hoping he'd still have enough self control over Scarlett's mind games, "This has nothing to do with her."
"C'mon Wrench, it's me," Scarlett said softly, reaching up to remove his mask.
Wrench was surprised he let her, but he wasn't happy about it, "What happened?" She asked softly, rubbing part of his face around the scars. He still flinched so she stopped, "Look whatever happened before between us, we can just…-" Scarlett cupped the side of his face and leaned in closer.
"Get off of me, Karen," Wrench said firmly.
Scarlett stopped and pulled back, "You know not to call me that," She said angrily.
Wrench forced her off his lap, pushed her legs off of him and stood up, grabbing his mask, "And you know not to take my mask off," He said, holding it to his side.
"Not like I haven't seen your face before," Scarlett muttered, "What's so special about that plain Jane, anyway?"
Wrench tightened his fist to try to calm himself down, "Look, do you know anything that could help me or not?" He asked trying not to sound as desperate as he was feeling. He knew speaking to Scarlett was going to be a bad idea.
"Oh my god!" Scarlett exclaimed finally standing up, "Open your eyes, Wrench! She's playing you!"
"What do you mean?" Wrench asked humoring her. He wasn't about to believe anything she had to say.
Scarlett sighed, "I saw her talking to Sam," She said.
"Yeah, he was her bodyguard before we found out he worked for Cyb0rg, so?" Wrench said.
"No like, yesterday." Scarlett said.
"When?" Wrench asked casually.
"Last night," Scarlett answered.
"I know exactly what she was doing last night, and Sam wasn't any part of it," Wrench said, leaving out the part where he jumped them. Although he did think it was suspicious that Sam knew exactly where to meet them.
Scarlett squinted her eyes, "Ew, I don't need to know what you two were doing last night okay?"
"You asked," Wrench said. He crossed his arms, "Is that it?"
"Sam was caught talking to Lenny yesterday, too," Scarlett said.
"Shit. Seriously?" Wrench asked, more invested into the situation. Perhaps Lenny had eyes on Emma as well, and that's how Sam knew, Wrench thought. Anything makes more sense than Emma willingly working with Sam and Owen.
Scarlett nodded, "So we have reason to believe that Cyb0rg is working with Prime_Eight. Emelia might be too," Scarlett said.
"She's not," Wrench answered quickly.
"God, get her off that pedestal of yours. You know all the shit Cyb0rg used to say about her when they were dating? She was controlling, selfish, cried to get her way-" Scarlett said.
Wrench interrupted, "Keep in mind that Cyb0rg is the fucking traitor here. Why would you believe anything he says?" He asked, trying to maintain his cool.
"This was looong before he ditched us, homie," A stranger on the couch chimed in.
"Did I ask you!?" Wrench shouted.
"And she could be a traitor right now, but you trust her for some reason," Scarlett said.
The couch stranger lightly laughed with a sleazy tone to it, "I think I know why. Heard she was a good lay."
"Hey man, fuck you!" Wrench shouted pointing at the couch stranger. He walked towards him, but Scarlett pulled him back.
Wrench pulled himself out of her grasp, keeping himself balanced, "The fuck am I even doing here? I could be with her right now," Wrench said. He looked over to Scarlett angrily, before putting his mask back on, "Are we done here?" Wrench asked.
"If you refuse to listen to reason, then I guess we are," Scarlett said crossing her arms.
"Always a terrible time with you, Scar," Wrench said and walked to the door, "Stay away from me. And I swear if you go anywhere near Emma, I'll ruin your life," He threatened as he opened the door to stomp out.
"Get anything?" Sitara asked as he passed them, not bothering to follow him.
Wrench shook his head, "I shouldn't have went in there," He simply said and continued walking.
"Wrench, wait," Sitara said casually, but he didn't budge. He still marched forward through the crowds of people bumping into him. She stopped walking and glanced back into the room he came from. Scarlett was standing in the doorway smirking at Sitara. Scarlett brought her hand up to her to face and wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand, slowly, then shut the door behind her. Sitara was disgusted with the implication and thought back to Wrench's regretful statement when he walked out. Sitara knew she was going to give Wrench an earful tomorrow, but first she wanted to find Marcus.
~~~Outside~~~
Wrench was angry. He let Scarlet get into his head. Emma still working with Owen? Bullshit, he thought. No, he knew. Controlling? She encouraged him to go to the party and hang out with her later. He checked his phone to see it was already nearing 11pm. He cursed, thinking maybe it'd be too late. But he wanted to go see her. At the same time, he didn't want to say anything he didn't mean. Either out of anger from Scarlett, or out of being slightly drunk. He let that second part slip away from his mind. He was enjoying his buzz, but the combination of speaking to Scarlett and the cold air penetrating through his clothes seemed to have sobered him up.
But he thought about all the times she got mad. He had his own reasons to get mad, too, like when she overreacted or made assumptions before he could even say anything. Why was he supposed to get mad? They weren't together, he knew that. Using her as his "girlfriend" to get Scarlett off his back seemed to backfire, because now it actually felt like he was dealing with one.
Before long, Wrench got to Sitara's apartment. He stood outside her apartment door, ready to knock but he stopped himself. What if Emma was asleep. He leaned in closer to the door, trying to hear any sort of noise or movement coming from inside the apartment. When he couldn't hear anything and was confident she was asleep, he started to walk back. But he didn't want to give up just yet. He went back to the door and before he realized what he was doing, he was knocking, "Shit," He cursed suddenly feeling nervous. What was he going to say to her? What if she was asleep.
However, moments later the door opened, revealing a sleepy looking Emma. She smiled, "You're late," She said jokingly.
When his sights fell on Emma, he lost every angry feeling he was harboring on the way to her. Scarlett was playing her mind games. That was it. This was the traitor, he thought sarcastically. And with his half drunk brain, he let himself fall for it, "Did I wake you?" He asked softly.
Emma shook her head even though he knew she was lying. If Emma were controlling or whatever Scarlett led him to believe, she'd get mad for waking her or showing up late. She moved to the side, letting Wrench in, "I may have fallen asleep a bit. I didn't think you'd still come by," She closed the door, locking it.
"I lost track of time, sorry," He said softly, "Are you mad?"
Emma let out a quick laugh, "Why would I be mad?" She asked. It confirmed everything for Wrench, "I was just watching random stuff on Netflix," Emma walked over to the couch and sat down, moving the blanket to make room for Wrench.
"Anything good?" He asked joining her.
"What do you think?" Emma retorted. Wrench chuckled. He set his phone down on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, sitting only a few inches away from Emma, "You smell like alcohol and cigarettes" She said.
Wrench didn't know how to take that, "Should I...leave?" He asked.
"No!" Emma said softly, but quickly, "I didn't mean that in a bad way. Just saying," Emma said.
"You think Sitara would get mad if I took a shower and wore her clothes?" He chuckled. He knew Sitara liked the occasional baggy sweater, he was sure he'd find something he could wear.
Emma laughed, "I'd love to see her reaction."
Wrench could feel a headache coming on, "Could go for some water though," He muttered and stood up, walking to the kitchen, "Want anything?"
"Water would be great," Emma answered. Wrench's phone vibrated and lit up. She glanced over to it on the table and saw 3 text messages in a row all from Scarlett. She squinted her eyes. Her name again…
Where did you go?
Ugh, are you with her?
I told you you're wasting your time, just…
The third message was cut off. She was really curious about Scarlett's further advice. Wrench chugged down some water and came back to sit down, this time closer to Emma. He handed her a glass of water and she smiled at him, "How was the party?" She asked trying to sound as natural as possible.
Wrench really didn't want to go into detail. He shrugged, "Was fun for a while, but then it got annoying. Some people just looove drama," Wrench explained, "Like, why couldn't they separate business with their personal lives you know?" He asked.
Emma nodded, "Who's they?" She asked.
"Just… random Dedsec members. Owen was brought up. People knew about you," He said.
"Oh yeah? Did Scarlett know about me?" She said before she could stop herself. Wrench just looked at her. He tried to keep his cool, but his heart sank. Has Scarlett already contacted her? Emma looked down and covered her mouth with her closed fist, regretting saying anything.
"You know her?" Wrench asked nervously.
Emma stayed silent for a moment, surprised he didn't get mad, "No, I just… saw her name pop up on her phone," She said quietly and realized how it sounded, "I-I-I didn't look through your phone, it just saw her name pop up from here, and… that's all."
"She thinks you're working with Owen," He said begrudgingly. He was adjusting his mask that felt loose.
"What?!" Emma asked surprised, and even more offended.
"Yeah, exactly. She said she saw you talking to Sam, and that Sam was talking to Lenny… oh, uh a leader of another hacking group," Wrench explained.
"Jeez, how many hacker groups are there?" Emma muttered.
"Too many," Wrench answered.
"You don't believe her, right?" Emma asked nervously.
Wrench whipped his head to her, looking into her eyes. She looked scared, like he didn't trust Emma. Wrench thought the question was so ridiculous that it didn't need an answer. That or he didn't really know how to aside from a simple, hell no response. Emma looked down, "Like… you trust me?" She rephrased.
Wrench looked straight ahead and reached up to the straps of his mask, slowly undoing them. He brought up his other hand to grasp the front of it, slowly taking it away from his face. He held it in his hands, not yet turning to look at Emma, "Of course I trust you," He answered.
Emma smiled. There was a comfortable silence between them for a moment. Emma scooted closer to him, wrapping both her arms around one of his, cuddling with it. He leaned back with her and enjoyed the comfort. She wasn't sure what to say. She liked his face and would like to see it? That'd be out of the blue, she figured, but she wanted to say something, "I like your voice," She mumbled.
Wrench let out a quick chuckle and a smirk that she couldn't see, "Oh, yeah?"
"Don't laugh!" She said with her own laugh. She stretched her arm forward to reach for his hand. He turned it up allowing Emma to lace her fingers with his. They've held hands before, she never realized how intimate it may have felt before. Why was it so special then?
"So you wouldn't mind if I wore my mask less around you?" He asked quietly, knocking her out of her thoughts. He sounded insecure, like he felt dumb for asking.
"Pfft, would I mind," She scoffed, "I just want you to do whatever makes you comfortable," She said. It was a relief for Wrench. Controlling, he mentally laughed.
Wrench squeezed her hand briefly, "Thanks, Em."
"We don't have to watch, but mind if I put something on?" Emma asked.
Wrench smirked, "Netflix and chill, huh?"
Emma laughed and let go of his hand to reach for the remote, "Just Netflix for now," She said and blushed at for now. Did she really suggest to something more? She quickly turned back, "Uh…"
"I know what you meant," He reassured with a slight smile. Wrench took this opportunity to lift his arms up to rest against the back of the couch, also leaning his head back with his eyes closed. He was still a little buzzed and enjoyed how relaxed he suddenly was. He felt a poke against his side, causing him to twitch and retract one arm closer to him as a reaction. He peered one eye open to see Emma sitting, looking at him with a wide grin, "What?" He muttered self consciously, glad he didn't end up accidentally hitting her.
Emma covered her face with her hand, "Are you ticklish?" She asked.
Wrench groaned, "Don't. You. Dare."
"So that's the reason for the studs and spikes!" She cheered.
"I'm not worried about people coming up to me and tickling me!" He said back, amused at her ridiculous assumption.
"Mhmm," She said with squinted eyes, "I was just gonna ask if you wanted to take it off," She suggested.
Wrench lazily obliged, feeling much more comfortable when he could further sink into the couch. He took a deep breath just to let out a long sigh, "I should have just hung out with you tonight."
"I'm sorry… I feel like I forced you to go," Emma said, "I just didn't want you to regret not going. I don't know," She muttered.
"Nah, I appreciate that, really. I'm just extra worried now. A lot of people know about you," Wrench said, caressing her arm with the back of his hand, "And Scarlett that evil devil woman."
"She sounds lovely," Emma joked, "And I knew what I was getting into. It's why I tried to ignore Sitara's partnership at first."
"I was never really friends with Cyb0rg...um, Owen before. I wonder how different things would be if I were," Wrench wondered.
"I'm sure he would have made me sound lovely," Emma said crossing her arms.
Wrench reached around Emma to lightly pull her into him, "C'mere," he mumbled and she obliged without any resistance. She curled up closer to him and he wrapped his arm around her more. This is probably the closest she ever really felt to him, and the most nervous, "Whatever he's saying about you is a lie. I know you, Emma, and you are… lovely," He spoke into her hair.
Emma wrapped her free arm around Wrench's torso, getting closer, "As long as you think so," She said.
"What are we watching anyway?" He asked just now paying attention to the Tv.
"Black Mirror… it's… weird," She answered. They sat in silence for a bit, just paying attention to what was on the Tv. She focused on his rhythmic breathing, and feeling his chest rise up and down, which made her happy, even if she didn't know why. She just knew that she liked it. But it started to get a little too rhythmic, she thought. She slowly peered up to see his eyes closed and his head was rolled to the side, slightly away from her. Emma slowly pulled herself away from his hold, trying carefully not to wake him up. She set his arm down and studied his face. He looked so peaceful. His mask always made him seem animated, but with it off, he's just looked sad or burdened. Maybe it was just the last two occasions, but even when he smiled, it looked like it was hard for him. Did he not think he deserved to be happy? She furrowed her eyebrow at the thought. Whatever happened to him in his past must have deeply affected him. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, even at the risk of waking him up.
Before she could make a decision, she heard the door to the apartment unlock. She peered over waiting for Sitara to walk in so she could shush her. Even that didn't go as planned. She stormed in angrily, slamming the door behind her. Wrench's eyes slowly opened, but he didn't move. Sitara ignored Emma's shushing as she grabbed the pillow that was on the couch and started hitting Wrench with it, "You. Son. Of. A. Bitch!" She exclaimed and threw the pillow in his face one last time.
Wrench, now completely awake, stood up, "The fuck?!" He simply asked.
"I talked to Scarlett," Sitara answered angrily.
"That explains the hitting. What'd she do?" Wrench asked.
"What did she do? She told me what you guys did," Sitara said.
"What did we do?" Wrench asked confused.
Sitara looked at Emma, who also shrugged, "Emma, can you go to-"
"No,no,no," Wrench interrupted, "Emma should stay and hear how much of a psycho Scarlett is."
Sitara stopped and looked between the two and rolled her eyes, "She told me you traded... favors for information," Sitara began. Emma blushed and looked away, feeling uncomfortable.
"Okay, gross," Wrench said quickly, "And what actually happened was her telling me that Sam talked to Emma and Lenny, and then proceeded to spread whatever slander Owen told her about Emma," Wrench said.
Sitara sighed, deciding to just spit it out, "My story was that you gave her a handjob for information which involved Emma being a spy for Owen and trying to tear Dedsec from within. And that you didn't care about Dedsec because Emma was your g-" Sitara stopped talking, remember Wrench's secret, "...Your great friend."
Emma blushed, feeling awkward as Wrench's face scrunched out of disgust, "Ew. You really think that happened in 5 minutes?"
Sitara looked at Emma, who's eyes widened and her face turned the reddest it's ever been, "I don't know!" She exclaimed.
"First of all, my hand would be melted off my goddamn arm if I ever touched Scarlett," Wrench said and Sitara chuckled, "Second of all, how could you even believe that? Emma's your friend, too."
Sitara looked over to Emma first, "I'm sorry… Scarlett's my friend too. She'd never do something to hurt Dedsec," Sitara said. She hated to admit it, but Wrench's crush on Emma was too far gone that she believed he'd do anything to protect her, even if it was lying for her.
"Sounds like Owen and Scarlett are perfect for each other... Manipulative assholes," Emma muttered.
Sitara shook her head. The situation was suspicious anyway. Maybe Emma wasn't a spy, she didn't truly believe that she was. But Scarlett saw something. Scarlett was very adamant about killing Owen when she found out he was a traitor. She'd never join him, she knew that for a fact. Scarlett was just misunderstanding something. It could have also been because Scarlett and Wrench had a thing back in the day and Scarlett was jealous of Emma. Sitara felt bad for making assumptions, especially Wrench's loyalty to Emma - which she was angry about, but she had to protect Dedsec and she'd never feel back for doing so, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to bed," Sitara said and walked into her room, not even glancing or saying goodnight to Emma.
Emma felt a stab in her heart. Sitara really thought she was a traitor? Who was this Scarlett and why was she turning her friends against her. No, she knew it all stemmed from Owen… Why was he still torturing her? Her eyes began to tear up, which Wrench immediately noticed. He walked closer to her, and put both his hands on her arms, trying to make her look up at him, "Hey, look, it's not you…" He said softly.
Emma nodded, "I know… It's Owen. It's all him," She said and wiped the tears away. She didn't feel like crying over him. That'd mean he won. As much as she enjoyed Wrench's comfort, she pulled back. She just wanted to be alone.
Wrench stood still, letting Emma take this at her own pace, "You know what Scarlett said is a lie, right?" He asked carefully.
Emma nodded, even though she wasn't sure why she should care. Jealousy, sure, but they weren't together, it wouldn't be cheating. She wanted to laugh at herself for getting that far ahead. He didn't even do anything. Of course she believed him, "If you say it is, then yeah."
"Sitara will come to her senses. She's really protective over Dedsec, but that includes you now," Wrench said.
"No," Emma said with force, "I'm not part of Dedsec. I never was, never will be. That's where I draw the line. It's bad enough i'm associated with you guys. Got me into this mess…" She muttered. Wrench felt hurt, but he didn't show it. Or he tried not to. This is why the mask was safer for him. He went over to grab it, Emma stopping him, "No, wait! I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. I'm just stressed out." She said.
Wrench nodded, "I know," He said casually.
"Really! Please, Wrench," Emma strolled up and grabbed his hand and his mask, setting it back on the coffee table. She held his hands with both of hers, "Please stay. We can watch whatever you want, just don't leave because I said something stupid. Don't be mad," She pleaded.
"I'm not mad," He reassured, using his free hand to brush hair behind her ear that got caught in her tears.
"I feel like you are," Emma muttered, enjoying the brief moment of feeling of his skin on her face.
"We're all just stressed out right now. Don't know who to trust and all," Wrench said and put his hands into his pockets.
"No, that's no excuse!" Emma shouted, "You're nothing but nice to me, and-"
"Emma," Wrench tried to interrupt.
"-And all I do is get mad, and jealous. I don't know why!" Emma continued to ramble.
"...Emma," Wrench attempted again.
"-You know i'll believe anything you say, but then there's this paranoid feeling in the back of my head that everyone is just out to get me, even Dedsec-"
"Emma!" Wrench said.
"You let me finish!" She said, "Wrench, everything is falling apart. We've gotten no closer to finding Owen. More and more people know about me and it's making all of this harder.." She trailed off, "I really do trust you, but one day Owen's going to get you to turn on me, too. You can say he won't, but it's what he's already done and-"
"Okay, please don't get mad," Wrench interrupted. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and reached out to touch her cheek again with his hand.
"Don't get mad at wh-" She started but was interrupted with Wrench's lip on her's, silencing her. She couldn't comprehend what was happening until he pulled away slightly, still inches away from her face. She looked up into his eyes, never being so close before making her nervous, "Was that just to shut me up?" She asked barely above a whisper.
"Only about 12%... and it worked," He said with a slight smile.
"And the other… 88%?" She asked, actually having to remember how to do math. A chemist, struggling to do simple math, she would have scolded at herself.
"Something I've wanted to do for a while," Wrench said once again leaning in to close the distance between them. This time Emma responded back to the kiss, no longer in her initial state of shock. She even wrapped her arms around his neck, Wrench followed by wrapping his arms around her back, lightly. She was swooning, really. Wrench was always nice to her, she had no idea it would lead to this, with her slight naivety to romance. But during this time is when she knew she wanted it to happen for a long time. It felt right.
Wrench on the other hand, despite his smooth delivery, was shaking on the inside. He didn't know how he pulled it off. He'd like to think it was partly the alcohol, and people pissing him off all day. He realized Emma was the thing that could calm him down, and even pushing their relationship forward was something she made comfortable.
The door to Sitara's room opened, causing them to immediately separate and try to act natural, "Oh, there's my mask!" Wrench said awkwardly.
"You found it!" Emma said even more awkwardly, her voice shaking. She turned to see Sitara stood in the hallway with a raised eyebrow, "Oh, hey Sitara!"
"Whats going on?" She asked slowly.
"Hm?" Emma asked, fully knowing what she asked, but she just wanted more time to answer.
"We were just trying to find my... mask, you know," Wrench said trying to save Emma from answering.
"In Emma's mouth?" Sitara asked trying not to grin.
"You didn't see anything!" Emma shouted back pointing.
"Well, we found it so doesn't matter, right?" Wrench asked, still shaken about the whole situation, He put his mask on and headed around the couch for the door, "See you tomorrow?"
"Wrench, relax!" Sitara said. Wrench stopped advancing toward the door.
"What am I your mother that you're hiding from?" She asked slightly offended they were nervous about their kiss in front of her. Then it dawned on her, "Unless…" Sitara's jaw dropped, "Was that your first kiss?!" Emma and Wrench stood silent, not wanting to look at each other, realizing it was awkward. She started laughing, "I'm just relieved you two finally told each other how you feel. Maybe not with words, but hey it'll do," Sitara said.
"...Finally?" Emma asked, with Wrench thinking the same thing. That means they've both shared each other's feelings and have told other people about it. Emma only assumed Marcus knew. Everything made sense then.
"Oh, have I said too much?" Sitara grinned, "Listen, I just wanted to talk to Emma," She looked over at Wrench and he got the hint.
"Uh… right," Wrench said and grabbed his vest to put it on, "Call me," He looked at Emma and winked through his mask. Emma chuckled. He'd never act this playful with his mask off. It was almost like two different people, which she didn't really understand how to handle or process that realization. But for now, she liked them both. Wrench was still Wrench. He left the apartment.
Sitara leaned against the hallway, "I didn't mean for it to seem like I was mad at you. First, I was mad at Wrench for possibly doing something with another woman, let alone, Scarlett…For your sake, you know," Sitara said and Emma nodded with a smile, "Second, I just hate that I got played by her."
"You really don't like her, do you?" Emma asked.
Sitara shook her head, "She wants the best for Dedsec, too. She's a little more conniving than I am, but she gets the job done. I can't really explain it."
Emma didn't really understand, but perhaps she has to know Scarlett. Although, she hoped she never would, "I don't know how much this matters right now, but I would never do anything to intentionally harm you or anyone in Dedsec. I hope you know that."
Sitara smiled. She did, to an extent. She's ready for anyone to betray her. All her years of hard work would not go down the drain because of a friendship with anyone. Emma perhaps wouldn't betray her, but there were a lot of dangers in keeping Emma around. She knew that, even before Ray voiced his concern. Emma was her friend on a short leash, but she couldn't tell her that, "We're cool, Emma."
Emma saw the contemplation behind Sitara's eyes. She didn't fully trust her. Emma felt hurt, but she had to understand. Dedsec was her baby. Emma looked down at the ground, "Good."
"Now that that's out of the way," Sitara ran up to grab Emma's hand and pull her to the couch, "Tell me all about it! How did it happen!?"
Emma laughed as she was being pulled down, "Sitara! This is a new side of you."
"I just need to know if I should think it's adorable or make fun of Wrench later," Sitara said.
"Don't you dare tell him I told you!" Emma warned as she began to describe the events that happened minutes ago, becoming more and more eager to see him again.
Wasn't originally going to make them kiss, but I took an extra day to make the decision. It was time ;D