"Gary," a voice sounded from the elevator, accompanied by the tone of a slightly weary therapist, "what have we spoken about about you raising your voice?" Dr. Rosen's voice distracted an easily derailed Gary.
"You, well, you said that I shouldn't use it, because I look like I have a bad attitude, which I do, b-but," said the autistic Alpha, eyes adverted slightly to the left of the doctor, "Bill raises his voice, and so does Hicks, and even you, that one time, and you shouldn't be a hypocrite." Gary smiled at his cunning.
"The difference is that they raise their voices in high-tension situations, and are you in a... Gary," Rosen sighed as the Alpha was not paying any attention to his boss, busy waving his fingers in abstract motions.
"My mom isn't at the store. Dr. Rosen, she's always at the store. I don't like it when she doesn't follow directions." Gary bit the inside of his lip, scrolling faster through his network, finding the purple stream that was his house's installed security camera. "Bill," he spoke bluntly, "you have to shoot the people who took her, a-at 8:33, she's on the camera, and you have to get her, because she makes me breakfast in the morning, and I don't like to make my own and-"
"What do you mean? I''m not shooting anyone. What do you see?" Bill answered, having anticipated the confusion filling his brain almost whenever Gary Bell spoke. Gary's hands fluttered, rewinding to 8:32.
"She leaves the house 8:32 and twenty seconds and then the men get her...grabbing her...and hit her...blood...the car is black..." rambled the Alpha before getting cut off by Hicks.
"On the computer," Hicks deadpanned, worry unlaced in his voice but wound tightly in his mind. If Gary's mom was really in trouble, and Gary had to help find her, no one quite knew how he would react. Gary murmured an "Oh" before snatching Dr. Rosen's computer up, which had the only other feed from the Bell's security camera except Gary and Sandra. Never having gotten to master the art of opening the bulky, annoying laptop, Bill reached around him and opened it, barely moving back before Gary had the feed up on the screen. Hitting the rewind button, Gary scrolled past the non-pertinent film to exactly 8:32 before pressing play.
Sure enough, Sandra Bell stepped out of the house, locking it behind her, and approached her car. As her back was turned towards the street, a black van slid into view, skidding to a stop behind her. They counted two men in the back, and one driver, and they were smart enough to keep their heads bent down to avoid the camera, and also utilizing the morning dimness. Before Sandra could even turn around, one of the men kicked her, causing her to smash her head against the roof, and there left a visible bloodstain on the silver car. Sandra Bell fell unconscious on the spot, falling right into the arms of the men, who threw her into the van and slid the door shut, speeding away. The ordeal took place in only a few seconds, but it was clear enough for the silence to be acceptable.
"I told you guys, you never listen to me, you never believe me, and I always believe you guys, even though you lie, and I don't lie good, so you should trust me. And it's my mom, and I love her, so I wouldn't lie about her being hurt, even if I could lie good." Gary was frowning as he stared the the monitor, and then down at his shoes. "So now, Bill, you see that you have to shoot them."
"Yeah, Gary, maybe," the comment was sarcastic, but the voice only sad.
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