Chibi-Reaper
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Back at the base, John and Jonah have found nothing of any worth.
Coyote stumbles back in with a bullet wound and blusters through a shifty report to the Boss.
".... Do I look like an idiot to you, boy? Multiple discharges of firearms within city limits does not go un-noticed, especially when bodies get left behind. It's all over the police scanners, some kind of gang shootout gone wrong, and it's probably going to make headlines in tonight's news. God, you are so lucky that there's nothing left to implicate us specifically. Get your shirt off, scrub."
Boss continues to bitch Coyote out for what seems like hours before they worm their fingers in enough to get a solid grip on the bullet lodged inside. That gets the bullet pried out of it and the wound is stitched shut. It's disinfected, but there is no painkillers of any sort involved.
Coyote's screams echo through the base through the whole procedure, and he passes out at the end.
With that out of the way, the day ends and you sleep, with only the occasional thought of where, exactly, Ed is.
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Morning comes, with most of you in the barracks.
Ed, however, wakes up in a rose-scented boudoir, feeling drafty beneath thin silk sheets, and hung over.
It takes him a few moments to realize that he's staring at a man even bigger than he is, and in a much better tailored suit.
"... I must humbly apologize for my son's impertinence, sir." He says, once he's confirmed that you're awake and conscious. "Please, let us discuss what it will take to prevent this story from spreading around."
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Coyote stumbles back in with a bullet wound and blusters through a shifty report to the Boss.
".... Do I look like an idiot to you, boy? Multiple discharges of firearms within city limits does not go un-noticed, especially when bodies get left behind. It's all over the police scanners, some kind of gang shootout gone wrong, and it's probably going to make headlines in tonight's news. God, you are so lucky that there's nothing left to implicate us specifically. Get your shirt off, scrub."
Boss continues to bitch Coyote out for what seems like hours before they worm their fingers in enough to get a solid grip on the bullet lodged inside. That gets the bullet pried out of it and the wound is stitched shut. It's disinfected, but there is no painkillers of any sort involved.
Coyote's screams echo through the base through the whole procedure, and he passes out at the end.
With that out of the way, the day ends and you sleep, with only the occasional thought of where, exactly, Ed is.
---
Morning comes, with most of you in the barracks.
Ed, however, wakes up in a rose-scented boudoir, feeling drafty beneath thin silk sheets, and hung over.
It takes him a few moments to realize that he's staring at a man even bigger than he is, and in a much better tailored suit.
"... I must humbly apologize for my son's impertinence, sir." He says, once he's confirmed that you're awake and conscious. "Please, let us discuss what it will take to prevent this story from spreading around."
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