{'In local news, authorities remain stymied by the disappearance of computer programmer Andrew Goode.
Reports conflict as to whether this is a missing persons case or an abduction, however sources at the Sheriff's Department have disclosed Goode was last seen --
@_AcrossTime_@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@ViolentSedation -- pressed the radio into his hand, nipping her lip as she met his gaze.} Please. Please stay put.
{Leaning in, she dropped her voice to a whisper.}
I'll get them out. I promise.
{Resolved, she turned away from #John and inched the door open. A split second, --
@_AcrossTime_@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@ViolentSedation -- to do something heroic.
Could she say she understood? No. How could she? She'd never been tasked with the job of saving the world.
But here, in this moment, she could try saving #John's world.
It was a start.
Lifting her hand from #John's chest, she --
@_AcrossTime_@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@ViolentSedation -- to make sure you're singing soprano for the rest of your life. Do we understand each other?
{Hazel eyes flashing bright tech red for a beat, she nodded slowly, turning back to face her best friend.
Protector. Both #Sarah and #Kyle had entrusted her with that --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- I want to do it again. 'Cause I don't. Not unless I have to. But the bug eyes were a little funny.
{Thumbing the radio's transmit button, she kept her voice low, not sure if #Kyle or #Sarah were in a position to reply.}
Hey Mister Baum. Just wanted to check in and --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- her lips, she slowly pushed up and off #John, brow lifting.} Though I've got to admit. The memory of their faces when their feet left the ground... {Snorting, she shook her head, reaching for the radio.} I'm not saying it's right, or that --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation {whispering} That works... I know. I know it sucks having to stay in the car all the time, but I'm betting will fly under the radar a lot more smoothly if I don't have to throw anybody else through anything.
{An impish grin tugging up at the corner of --
@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@JohnBaum_@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- landing heavy on top of him, hooking the door handle with the toe of her boot, easing it closed as the access door opened.} {whispering} Just stay put. It's the Marshal. Something tells me he /might/ remember us.
{Lifting her gaze to #John's, she gave a small smile, --
@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@JohnBaum_@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- eagle eye view of #John? Ten seconds? Maybe less?
Her grip tightening on #John's hand, she yanked him hard against her, pulling open the SUV door.} {hissing} Inside! Get in, get in, get in!
{Hooking her arms around #John, she tackled him into the back of the vehicle, --
@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@JohnBaum_@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation John, I... You need to know that I... {blinking} Crap!
{A second's inattention and she'd nearly missed it. The Marshal's lanky frame moving fast towards the door, his body heat registering green on her internal HUD display.
How long did she have before he had an --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- to face #John, features morphing from #Silas' to her own in the blink of an eye.}
I know what I am. I do. But I feel like, maybe, I'm more than the sum of my parts. And every one of those parts knows that my world, this world is better with you in it. --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- the van, trying like hell not to squish his fingers.}
You know what happens to me if I get shot? Nothing. I heal in a few seconds, and then I keep fighting. You get shot and I lose my... {quietly} I lose my best friend.
{Coming to a stop outside the van, she turned --
@JohnBaum_@FifteenInTheMag@FrostyStetson@_AcrossTime_@ViolentSedation -- #John in the shoulder, she stepped up close, jaw tight, voice low.}
Do you think I told you to stay in the van for fun? Because I just /love/ seeing you upset or something? Guess what? That's. Not. It.
{Grabbing #John's hand, she set off determinedly towards --