04 Runaway (Frye, Bozé, Wolf): The fish hunt will begin as soon as the boys get a fourth teammate.
All the good things belong to Monolithsoft.
All that was left was to find a fourth member for the team. Unfortunately, Frye had a very specific idea.
"We've covered the city and still haven't spotted your brother. I'm exhausted," said Wolf.
"You have lost your patience as well as your spirit," chided Bozé.
"I've lost more than you'll ever have," snapped Wolf.
"Guys, maybe we're going about it wrong. Instead of looking for him where he usually is, we need to look for him where he isn't."
"He isn't anywhere. Not even the Prospectors had an idea, although they sure had some complaints," Wolf said.
Frye gave his barely-there beard a careful scratch. "I don't blame him for running away from those whiners."
Bozé pounced on that idea. "Where do runaways usually congregate?" He watched as Wolf and Frye bounced ideas around.
"Bus stations." "None of those in NLA. Parks." "We checked there. All-night donut shops." "God, NLA needs one of those. A greasy donut is a trusted hangover cure. Shopping malls." "We checked there too. Beaches." "He wouldn't leave NLA without telling me. Uh, subway tunnels." "None of those in NLA."
Bozé held up a hand to stop the chatter. "We don't have a subway train, but we do have the platforms under the city." He sprinted for the nearest access stairway.
"Baldy, I could kiss you," yelled Frye, close on his heels.
a/n: I'm exhausted today. Write what you know, sort of.
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