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Things went from bad to worse.
First off, the initial dropoff was compromised. That was unfortunate in itself, but Curtis’ directions to deliver the kid to Keller were sketchy at best. He didn't really know anything about the guy's boss, and he might blame Fetch for the complications along the way.
And on top of that, he may or may not have a violent psycho on his tail. Thanks to Curtis who couldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut.
If that's what Rhodes did to Curtis, he could only imagine what would happen to him if they crossed paths.
When he got back to the storehouse, Fetch went straight for Thomas. He hooked his finger around the gag in Thomas's mouth and pulled it out.
“Okay, kid. Tell me about Rhodes.”
Thomas coughed and flexed his jaw. He moved his head in the direction of Fetch's voice.
“R-rhodes?”
Fetch rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Rhodes. What do you know about her? You've been with her this whole time, haven't you? So tell me something useful.”
Thomas shifted and the confused look on his face lightened up. In a voice quieter than a whisper, the name Lavender escaped his lips. He tried to sit up.
“I-I didn't know her name until a few days ago. I heard it by accident. She won't- she doesn't like that I know who she is.” He visibly tensed up. Fetch noticed a cut on his cheek, a few days old. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that he took Thomas away from her?
Obviously, it was a bad thing, all around. Sure, Thomas was safe from her- for the moment- but when Fetch got that email, the one with the video file attached, the gravity of the situation felt a lot heavier.
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Fetch had just made himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the tiny kitchen, with Thomas sitting bound on the linoleum floor behind him. The kid gave up on fighting for now, and he gave up on talking too. He wasn't even gonna ask Fetch for food.
The man kicked his legs onto the table and started scrolling through his new messages. Most of them seemed like junk. He made a mental note to check out a few of them later, and then one in particular caught his eye. The subject was YOU FUCKED UP ASSHOLE. He didn't recognize who it was from. He opened it.
There was no body text except for a phone number under the video.
Opening the video was like everything crashing together. There was Erick, bound and gagged. And there was Rhodes, with a knife to his throat. When Thomas heard the audio playing, he immediately sat up.
“I-is that Lavender?”
“Shut up,” Fetch snapped. He watched the screen intently, eyes scanning over every detail. Her face was sculpted into a furious unwavering glare. Erick’s tear-spotted face was a little dirty. The background was dark. She spoke in a hushed voice so he couldn't tell if there was an echo. He couldn't tell where they were.
Fetch must have watched the video a hundred times, giving Thomas the opportunity to soak in this information.
Lavender was fucking pissed.
And so that brings up the current situation.
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The next step seems to be to call that number.
She probably wants a simple trade. But what good is a simple trade? He's gotta make ends meet somehow.
Thomas decides to pipe up. “E-excuse me, sir, um… I think it's best if you do whatever she says. You really won't want to make her any angrier than she already is. She-”
“Shut up.”
“She’s not gonna give up easily!”
“Yeah, well, neither will I. Now shut the fuck up or I’ll start breaking fingers.”
He starts to tap out the number into the keypad, but stops halfway.
Is he really gonna take this risk for Erick?
Yeah. Yeah, he is.
Fetch punches in the rest of the number and waits. Almost immediately, it's picked up and a cold voice speaks through the receiver.
“What took you so long?”

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are you excited? im excited. but mostly tired lol
finally got enough drive to post this! yay! (i think im gonna revert to 1 pic per chapter... it'll get things done faster)
what would you do in fetch's position?

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Things went from bad to worse.
First off, the initial dropoff was compromised. That was unfortunate in itself, but Curtis’ directions to deliver the kid to Keller were sketchy at best. He didn't really know anything about the guy's boss, and he might blame Fetch for the complications along the way.
And on top of that, he may or may not have a violent psycho on his tail. Thanks to Curtis who couldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut.
If that's what Rhodes did to Curtis, he could only imagine what would happen to him if they crossed paths.
When he got back to the storehouse, Fetch went straight for Thomas. He hooked his finger around the gag in Thomas's mouth and pulled it out.
“Okay, kid. Tell me about Rhodes.”
Thomas coughed and flexed his jaw. He moved his head in the direction of Fetch's voice.
“R-rhodes?”
Fetch rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Rhodes. What do you know about her? You've been with her this whole time, haven't you? So tell me something useful.”
Thomas shifted and the confused look on his face lightened up. In a voice quieter than a whisper, the name Lavender escaped his lips. He tried to sit up.
“I-I didn't know her name until a few days ago. I heard it by accident. She won't- she doesn't like that I know who she is.” He visibly tensed up. Fetch noticed a cut on his cheek, a few days old. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that he took Thomas away from her?
Obviously, it was a bad thing, all around. Sure, Thomas was safe from her- for the moment- but when Fetch got that email, the one with the video file attached, the gravity of the situation felt a lot heavier.
--------
Fetch had just made himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the tiny kitchen, with Thomas sitting bound on the linoleum floor behind him. The kid gave up on fighting for now, and he gave up on talking too. He wasn't even gonna ask Fetch for food.
The man kicked his legs onto the table and started scrolling through his new messages. Most of them seemed like junk. He made a mental note to check out a few of them later, and then one in particular caught his eye. The subject was YOU FUCKED UP ASSHOLE. He didn't recognize who it was from. He opened it.
There was no body text except for a phone number under the video.
Opening the video was like everything crashing together. There was Erick, bound and gagged. And there was Rhodes, with a knife to his throat. When Thomas heard the audio playing, he immediately sat up.
“I-is that Lavender?”
“Shut up,” Fetch snapped. He watched the screen intently, eyes scanning over every detail. Her face was sculpted into a furious unwavering glare. Erick’s tear-spotted face was a little dirty. The background was dark. She spoke in a hushed voice so he couldn't tell if there was an echo. He couldn't tell where they were.
Fetch must have watched the video a hundred times, giving Thomas the opportunity to soak in this information.
Lavender was fucking pissed.
And so that brings up the current situation.
--------
The next step seems to be to call that number.
She probably wants a simple trade. But what good is a simple trade? He's gotta make ends meet somehow.
Thomas decides to pipe up. “E-excuse me, sir, um… I think it's best if you do whatever she says. You really won't want to make her any angrier than she already is. She-”
“Shut up.”
“She’s not gonna give up easily!”
“Yeah, well, neither will I. Now shut the fuck up or I’ll start breaking fingers.”
He starts to tap out the number into the keypad, but stops halfway.
Is he really gonna take this risk for Erick?
Yeah. Yeah, he is.
Fetch punches in the rest of the number and waits. Almost immediately, it's picked up and a cold voice speaks through the receiver.
“What took you so long?”

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are you excited? im excited. but mostly tired lol
finally got enough drive to post this! yay! (i think im gonna revert to 1 pic per chapter... it'll get things done faster)
what would you do in fetch's position?

Fetch belongs to MaxStraw

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