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"Get in the fucking car."
"How about no? This is exactly how kidnappings start."
Travis looked to me for help as he continued to argue with Josh outside of the open door to the backseat of the car. I was on the other side of the car, waiting to get in the backseat with the hope that maybe Travis would give up and we'd just go back home.
That, and I didn't trust Travis in the backseat with Josh if he did happen to get him. I was still angry at Josh but I didn't want Travis to shoot him in the kneecap. There would Josh's screaming, my screaming, Travis yelling for Josh to suck it up, and well, I doubted Ben would appreciate the mess.
"I mean, it's true..." I offered looking between the two who were both not willing to budge.
Travis looked at me and let out an annoyed sigh before throwing his hands up in the air. I heard the slap of them hitting his legs.
"I just wanted help with Elle. If you're not going to help me find my friend, I'll call the cops or something," Josh said and turned to walk away.
However, Travis grabbed a handful of Josh's jacket and Josh stopped. Travis tugged back, causing Josh to do the same, as if he were on a leash.
"I'm helping," Travis gestured to the open car door as he spoke.
Josh looked offended as he pulled his jacket out of Travis' grip. "So are they holding Elle at the jail?"
"Unlikely."
"Then no. Forget I even came here," Josh took a step backwards, careful not to turn his back on Travis again.
"Goddamn. Is it always like this?" Travis asked while looking at Ben.
Ben shrugged as he stood next to me, near the driver's door. His hands were resting lazily on the roof of the car as he looked at me.
"She kind of just got in the car," Ben answered.
I palmed my forehead with one of my hands.
"You came to us for help, Joshua. I should've shot you already because I told you not to rat us out to your boss. Do you remember that conversation? I said I'd put a bullet in your head," Travis threatened, his eyes glaring.
Josh looked at the ground. "I didn't tell them anything about going to the house that day. I didn't."
Travis' stare only hardened and I was mad at Josh for bringing out this side of Travis when he spoke again, "You ratted out everything else, just as bad."
I could tell it was starting to rattle Josh and make him lose what little confidence he'd mustered.
"I don't need this chick dying and causing more of you assholes coming down here. Get in the car or my offer's expiring," Travis said.
Josh seemed to realize Travis actually had a point in wanting to keep Elle safe as well and finally got in.
Ben, Travis, and I got in after as Travis let out a loud sigh.
"Soooo," Josh drew out after of few minutes of us driving in silence.
No one spoke up.
Josh looked at me, "So this is who you hang out with? Talk about boring."
I narrowed my eyes. "Forgive them for not openly talking in front of the person who sang like canary last time you got scared."
Josh sighed and put his hands in his lap before looking out the window.
More silence followed until Josh got fidgety again and I wondered how much coffee he'd had this morning. I wasn't sure if it was the coffee or nerves that had him so chatty. He leaned forward towards the back of Travis' seat.
"Where do we stand on that whole shooting me thing? I kind of like my life..."
Travis didn't answer him and kept his gaze forward.
"I mean, you haven't shot me yet so I'm going to take that as a good sign. In my defense, I thought telling Dylan was a good thing and maybe it was but he's not really the top person in my book right now so maybe it wasn't," he paused. I looked at Travis and could see his face scrunching up in annoyance the longer Josh talked. "Speaking of shooting, did you really shoot someone's finger off when they were holding their gun?"
Travis clenched his jaw.
"That's what I heard from Scully, at least," Josh said. "Sorry. I'm a little nervous. I'm in the car with two, wait, three gang members and you guys don't exactly have the best reputation where I come from," he continued on.
"Josh," I said quietly as I kept my eyes on Travis' frustrated face.
He didn't listen, though. He never listened when he got like this.
"So are you just like, the driver Ben?" Josh persisted.
"Uh, sure," Ben said, shaking his head lightly.
"Maybe we could turn on the radio," Josh suggested. "It's too quiet in here and all I can think about is whether or not I'm going to get shot and dumped out in the middle of nowhere. You wouldn't let them shoot me, right Carson?" Josh looked at me.
The sound of a safety being clicked off sounded from the front seat and Josh's eyes went wide.
Travis sat as innocently as he could in the front seat, still facing forward but with his gun now in his hand, resting on his lap.
Josh sat back in his seat, as stiff as I'd ever seen him.
"Please don't let him shoot me," Josh whispered to me.
I glanced back to Travis to see the faintest smile on his lips.
The rest of the ride was silent and once again, I was left wondering what was wrong with my boyfriend as we drove to the jail. And by what was wrong with him, I meant had he lost his mind.
We parked a few blocks down from the jail and as soon as everyone was out of the car, I tugged Ben and Travis away from Josh.
I stopped once we were a bit away from him and crossed my arms as I stared at the two boys.
"What exactly is your master plan here to not all end up in a jail cell?" I hissed.
"I think I'm just gonna..." Ben started, figuring this was between Travis and I. He started to back up but I grabbed his arm and held him still.
"You're just as much of an accomplice to this stupid plan. You drove us here, buddy."
Ben's shoulders slumped but Travis wasn't the least bit affected by my glare.
"You and Josh go in and ask Scully what the hell he told the cops," Travis said easily. "Carlos should be on his way here and he can go in with you. The cops don't know anything about him."
"What?" My hands flew down to my sides as I spoke, my voice catching Josh's attention.
"Well we obviously can't go in," Travis said like it was common knowledge. "There's a warrant out for me."
I stared at Travis, wishing I had Cameron's ability to look like I was about to kill with my eyes.
"Why is he even coming in the first place?" I said through clenched teeth because obviously Travis didn't see the issue with Carlos coming, another potential Casey arrest.
"Back-up," Travis said.
"I shouldn't need back-up. I shouldn't be going into the jail. Why do I have to go?"
Travis looked at me like I was stupid. "To talk to Scully. I trust you more than Josh and Carlos."
I let out a deep breath through my nose as I tried to relax the tension in my shoulders.
"See what he told the cops. You're in and out," Travis shrugged.
"You have to be kidding me," I said. Last time I went in the jail, I was with Dylan. There was a chance Dylan or the Dacostas told the cops that I was with the Caseys and I would get locked up.
Ben cleared his throat, "I think what he means is just figure out how much he knows about us currently and if he thinks Dylan's serious about letting him out."
I stared at Ben.
"This is unbelievable," I sighed.
Ben shook his head, "It'll be fine as long as you don't give them a reason to arrest you."
"So don't stab anyone," Travis offered. "In fact, you'd better give me your knife."
I picked up my phone and walked away from the other guys, only to see them walk back over to Josh. Travis kept eyeing me, probably wondering who I was calling because it wasn't his phone that was ringing. Holding the phone up to my ear, I kept an eye on Josh to make sure he kept his distance.
I thought it was about to cut to voicemail when the ringing stopped. I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second to look at the screen, showing it was still connected and he hadn't hung up on me.
Silence only greeted me.
"Hello?" I asked, thinking maybe the wrong numbered was programmed into my phone.
"What do you want?" Cameron's voice came out slow and calm through my phone and I pictured him sitting on the chair in the living room still.
"Do you have any idea what he's doing?!" I half yelled, half whispered, trying to keep the outrage without the volume so Josh wouldn't hear.
"Who?"
"Travis!"
There was a pause.
"I'm not your marriage counselor, work it out."
I wanted to scream at him. "That's not what I'm talking about!" I covered my mouth with my hand, as if shielding my mouth from view would stop anyone from overhearing. "He wants to go in the jail."
Cameron didn't say anything so I continued, "I've done a lot of dumb things but this one takes the cake. You have to tell him how dumb this plan is. We're all going to end up with three to five years with good behavior."
"You think my plan is dumb?" his voice said slowly.
"What?"
"I told him to go to the jail," Cameron finally said and my eyes widened.
"Are you nuts?!"
"I wouldn't use that word, no."
"You want me to go in the jail? Into. The. Jail. Do you know what inside means?" I asked, stressing my words as much as I could.
He didn't say anything and I pictured him pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not doing it, I'm not coming this far and getting arrested," I protested.
"You don't really have a choice now, do you?" Cameron said, his voice gathering venom. "Do you or do you not have the Casey tattoo?"
"I didn't sell my soul to you!"
"More or less," he said and I narrowed my eyes, about to refute but he kept talking. "This is how it works. If you want to stay alive, and keep others alive, you do what I say and when I say it. Now, I need you to go into the jail. Is your boy scout still with you?"
I glanced over at Josh, speaking with Ben as Travis looked at Josh like he was a thorn in his side.
"Yes."
"Good, use him. The police will recognize him as good and you tell Sullivan that there's not a place he can go that we can't find him if he takes a deal. You remind him what I did and why he's in there."
"What did you do?" I whispered, wishing he had kept talking. He didn't answer, so I continued, "If Dylan makes a deal and lets him out, you putting him in there won't mean anything."
"Trust me, Lace," he said. A bit of compassion and pleading had seeped into his voice and I scrunched up my face in conflict as I looked at Josh. Carlos had arrived and was standing off to the side with Travis.
"We have to sign in, though. We have to sign a paper that says we're visiting an inmate and it says what time we went in and what time we went out and they take your I.D.," I said in case he didn't already know.
"You're good at lying."
"I don't-" I began but he cut me off.
"Lying, sneaking, keeping secrets from the boy scouts, it's all the same."
I pursed my lips to the side as I thought about what he wanted me to do.
"Figure it out," he added before the line went dead.
I should've stayed home today. I should've tried harder to convince Travis not to come meet Josh. With my nerves rattling through me and my heart beating fast, I walked back to the group.
Travis smiled so wide I could see his teeth before he spoke, "Welcome back. How was your chat?"
I glared at him.
"We talked to Carlos and Josh already so all you have to do is get in and figure out what's going on with Scully," Ben explained and Josh was casting me nervous glances. Join the club.
Travis came and gave me a hug, despite the anger on my face and it took a few seconds for me to decide to hug him back. I had to remind myself of what Ben and Travis had said back at Joy's - Scully could kill people. This would be helpful. I squeezed him back for a second and before he let me go fully, he placed a kiss on the top of my forehead.
My heart skipped at his actions and I wanted to protest and tell them we could just have Josh tell us what he heard Scully tell Dylan. But there was a chance Dylan went without Josh a few times. And the biggest fact that Travis wouldn't trust whatever Josh said. Maybe this whole thing was a lie.
Or a well-planned trap.
I rolled my shoulders back a few times and handed Travis my phone and knife.
The three of us walked down the street in the direction of the jail, each step getting heavier and heavier. Carlos was next to me and Josh was rambling up in front of us.
"I hate this. I just want Elle safe but to talk to Scully? Dude gives me the creeps. He's just so-" Josh stopped talking and just exaggeratedly shivered.
Carlos cast a small glance in my direction.
The second I gave my I.D. to the cops, they would probably recognize it. Dylan could be notified. Dacostas could be notified. The next time Dylan came to visit, he could see my name on the sign in sheet and try to come and arrest me. This whole thing could just end with Dylan already in the jail lobby just waiting for me.
I started wringing my hands around each other.
"You good?" Carlos asked.
"We can't do this," I said speeding up my pace slightly to grab Josh's jacket and stop him. "This is all wrong."
Everything in my head was screaming no.
"What?" Josh asked but I was ignoring him, waving my hand dismissively as I thought about that stupid sign in sheet.
If we did this and it all went wrong, Carlos and I would already be there in the jail for the police to scoop us up. There was no telling if there was a warrant out for us, or me thanks to Dylan. And Josh would probably be arrested as well for helping us. I wasn't about to come this far, three years later, to get arrested by walking into the building. I wasn't going to sign my name on the sheet and mark the time as if signing my freedom away.
"Josh," I said and looked at him urgently. "Go in there and ask to see Scully, by yourself."
"Uh..." he started.
"We'll meet you in there, I promise."
He looked hesitantly back at me as he walked the rest of the way to the jail by himself, like he was pleading with me to say never mind, let's go get some food and have a laugh about all of this.
Carlos walked over to me in his blue jeans that looked like they'd seen better days about ten stains ago. He had a hoodie on that was half zipped up, the sleeves pulled down over his hands. He had one arm over his chest, holding his side. The other, he had resting on the first with his hand reaching up to his mouth, the sleeve covering his mouth, chin, and most of his neck. He looked like a kicked puppy. He was at least five years older than me but still managed to look like the kid that stuck to the corners of the room and did his best not to stand out or get noticed. He looked like if he heard a loud noise, he'd jump ten feet in the air.
I wanted to ask if he was okay doing this but Travis picked him so it must have been for a reason.
"What are we doing?" he asked quietly with his body facing me but his eyes were looking over my head.
I tried to pull some of my hair down in front of my face without it looking like it was on purpose. There was still the problem of me having gone to the jail once already with Dylan and Josh. I didn't want them to recognize but I hoped I'd been forgettable. I wouldn't be with Josh again so that helped.
"Give me your jacket," I said, looking at the hood as I tore out of my leather jacket. I'd had it on last time I came here.
He didn't say anything, just unzipped it and started to take it off.
"How was your thing?" I asked as he slipped his arms out and handed it to me.
Carlos looked confused, I didn't blame him.
"The thing with the suppliers?" I added because I didn't exactly know who they were to mention. I put the hoodie on and zipped it all the way up.
"Oh." Realization dawned on him and showed in his features. "Very good."
I pulled the hood up so it rested on just the back of my head. I didn't want it all the way up or they'd probably get suspicious. The jacket was huge on me and I hoped it passed enough for wearing your boyfriend's stuff. I gave him the leather jacket to wear.
"Looks like Travis but smells like girl," was all he said as he adjusted it on himself.
I bit back a laugh at that. It wasn't much, but even with a leather jacket, Carlos didn't really look like a gang member. He looked like a normal guy, down on his luck. He had a softness to him and I wanted to ask him how he joined the gang but instead, I started walking to the jail.
"Just play along and pretend your my boyfriend," I muttered, taking a few deep breaths to try to psych myself up.
"Okay."
Carlos was easy. I liked him.
Reaching the jail, I went to grab the handle to the door, wondering if I was ready or needed another five minutes to prepare. But before I got the chance, Carlos opened the door for me.
Cameron said figure it out.
I put my best distressed face on that I could muster and walked up to the cop sitting behind the reception desk. I could see a few other cops ambling around or sitting at desks in the background and I craned my head left to right and back again.
"Ma'am?" the cop asked.
I moved to the edge of the desk trying to get a better view of the cops at the end of the room. I made sure I looked as worried as I could. As upset. As scared. Part was an act. Part was real. I hoped he was here.
"Ma'am," the cop prodded more urgently this time.
"Babe," Carlos said, gently resting his hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him only for a second, surprised to see his expression was of concern. He looked so much taller now, less like he would crumple at any second and I wondered what his job was in the gang.
But I didn't have time to dwell on it as I finally looked down at the cop in front of him.
"Is he here?" I asked frantically. "Jeffery?"
The cop looked skeptically at me. "You're going to have to be more specific than that."
"Jeffery Gordon." My grip on the counter's edge was tight, my fingers tensing to match the meltdown going on all over my face.
"Officer Jeffery Gordon," I repeated, my voice hitching at the end of his name. "He's my father."
"Gordon never mentioned you," the cop said.
"Yeah," I clenched my jaw, anger temporarily taking over my features, "The lack of child support or birthday cards my whole life made that obvious."
The cop seemed iffy so I pulled my eyebrows together and my lip fell slack shaking a little bit.
"It was just me and my mom but she went on a business trip and there was a crash and I don't know what else to do! My mom used to tell me all these stories about my dad and how great and brave he was and I don't...I don't have any other family. I spent so long trying to find him, the only family I have left," I sobbed, tears brimming my eyes and I felt one spill over.
"Please," I practically cried out, gaining the attention of some others.
I was never going to be allowed to show my face in this police station again.
An arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into their chest and I felt my leather jacket pushing against my cheek.
Carlos edged me away from the counter and took my spot.
"Look man, between you and me, I don't think it's her dad. Her mom probably just had a bit too much fun and needed that superhero dad image and picked this guy but just in case it's not, can we at least talk to Officer Gordon? My girlfriend's been crying all week about her mom and I'm just trying to get her to smile again," Carlos said, keeping his voice low like he didn't want me to hear but it was just for the sake of the cop.
I tried to mimic Carlos' stance before, hugging myself with one hand and putting the other up to my mouth, like I was torn, broken, little. I slumped my shoulders and looked up at the cop as helplessly as I could.
He fidgeted around at his desk for a few seconds before standing up.
"Let me see if he's around," the cop said as he pushed his rolling chair away from the desk and walked in the back, out of view.
I wanted to jump for joy or high five Carlos but that would ruin everything. Instead of celebrating, Carlos walked so he was directly in front of me. He put his hands on the sides of my arms and started rubbing up and down in a comforting manner. I rested my forehead against his chest, if only so my face wasn't out in the open for the cops to see. Granted, I'd already made a scene but so far no one seemed to recognize me.
I heard some voices getting closer so I lifted my head up head up to see the Mr. Jeffery Gordon who is (or was, three years ago) in a game of cat and mouse with Travis, as he tried to catch him for something.
The cop that I had spoken to early was talking to him and they had their heads bent towards each other to talk quietly.
Gordon glanced up at me curiously and he froze, his jaw dropping. He played the part of seeing his long lost daughter he thought he abandoned perfectly. I don't even think any of these cops even caught onto the fact he was surprised really only because he was seeing the girl he sold out to the Dacosta gang years ago to protect his actual family.
I ran the few steps to the counter, pushing myself against it desperately. "Dad?!"
Some of the nearby cops were glancing at us and Gordon finally took his eyes off me and looked around. He patted the shoulder of the cop that went to get him.
"I'll take care of this," Gordon said, walking away from the cop towards the reception counter. When he finally got to me, the surprise was still on his face.
"What are you on?" he whispered angrily.
The tears started pouring out of my eyes. "I was telling the other nice man," I looked to the other cop still hovering in the back a bit but instead of suspicious, he just looked like he wanted to watch the drama. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Henry," the cop said loud enough so I could here.
I put a hand on my chest as I spoke to Henry, "Thank you for finding him for me. I'm Annie Vanguard."
"Stop, stop it right now," Gordon said in a hushed tone.
"I'm Annie Vanguard," I repeated to Gordon as I wiped at my eyes. "I was telling Henry that my mom, Melissa Vanguard, was in a crash and you're the only family I have left now and I don't know what to do but I knew you were a cop and I thought you could help me," I rambled, taking a deep breath afterwards.
He looked hesitantly around the station.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to talk to you. I want to know my dad," I sobbed loudly.
"Shush," Gordon said. He waved us over to the metal detectors I walked through last time with Dylan and Josh only now. I grabbed Carlos' hand and as we went over, I spared a glance at the sign in sheet that was abandoned and we still had our I.D.'s. We took off our jackets off and went through the metal detector without a problem before putting them back on.
Gordon gripped my wrist harshly and started pulling me, weaving around the cops' desks.
"Do you remember her?" I continued and he sped up his pace, probably not eager to have the rumor going around that he was a cheater. "She told me so many stories of you. You look just like the pictures she had."
He pulled me roughly around the corner and into a long, thin hallway. We turned a few times down different halls. Carlos was right behind me which I wasn't going to lie, made me feel a little better. I wasn't crying anymore, wiping the tears from my face. With no other cops around, I didn't have to worry about looking upset anymore. Eventually, we stopped and I nearly ran into him, not expecting it.
"What do you want?" he asked quietly, slowly, like he was about to lose it entirely on me.
I grinned slightly, amused we'd gotten this far.
"You're going to take us to the visitation room and let us talk to Sullivan Taylor in peace," I said, staring at him, challenging him to say no. I didn't really have a plan if he did, though... "Or, I'm going to track down your wife and tell her the same thing I just told all those cops."
I felt bad threatening his wife. I felt dirty. The Dacostas had threatened his family from what I could remember, but they would've probably actually gone through with it. I definitely wouldn't be tracking any wife down. But thankfully, he was still lacking a backbone because he glared and then sighed.
"Just to talk?" he asked.
I smiled triumphantly again. "Yes. He should be talking to an acquaintance of mine already and I want to join."
"So why didn't you go with this acquaintance?" Gordon asked.
"What's your wife's name?" I questioned and he glared at me.
Carlos hit my shoulder lightly, "We can look it up later, don't worry about it."
Gordon eyed the two of us before he started walking down the hall and we followed.
Once we got to a door that had "Visitation" written on it, I glanced in the window on the door and stopped Gordon.
"There's another cop in there," I said, looking at the guard standing in one of the corners. "You should replace him."
"If I let you in, I don't want you ever bothering me again," Gordon warned. I felt bad again. He was just a man that loved his family. Possibly too much and it clouded his common sense and morals.
I nodded.
Gordon led us through the door. Carlos and I stopped near the front. Josh was sitting at a table looking more than awkward with Scully relaxing opposite him. Gordon walked over to the other officer and after a few words, the other man stepped out of the room and Gordon replaced him in the corner of the room.
I hoped to god he hadn't told the officer anything bad like 'go get a cell ready for these two' or 'figure out the best gun to shoot them with'.
A few seconds after the man left, the door shutting with a loud bang, I looked at Gordon and he only nodded. Poor man.
I walked slowly over to Josh and Scully, anger starting to pour into me as I looked at the aging prisoner. I sat down next to Josh and Carlos sat on my other side.
Scully watched us the entire time. I put a hand on Josh's leg to stop it from bobbing up and down like crazy before resting both of my hands on the table.
I had to tell myself to not look as scared as I felt, as my heart started sounding in my ears.
"Ms. Carson," Scully greeted me and it chilled my bones that he remembered my name. "Who's your new friend?"
Carlos didn't say anything, back to being quiet and so I took it as my sign to continue. I wanted to do this as quickly as possible.
"What did you tell Dylan about the Caseys?" I asked, trying to make my voice as even as I could.
He smirked at me. "Why do you want to know?"
Josh spoke up, "He told him a little about Jay and Finn last time I was here."
Scully looked, just looked at Josh and Josh shrunk back. Scully hadn't even been glaring.
It probably would've been better if Josh wasn't here with us. But there was no safe way to get Scully out of the cell and in visitation without Josh, who the cops trusted. If we got Gordon to do it, a log might have been made on his side of things. There was a large chance Dylan would find out about this but I was hoping Scully would lose interest. Or maybe Josh could deny me ever being here. It was Scully's word against Josh's and one was a convicted prisoner.
"You're going to rat out your daughter's boyfriend, just like that?" I asked.
"Honey, you don't know the half of it. I've got some things I want to take care of and Dylan can help me."
I narrowed my eyes as I recalled Cameron's words to me on the phone. I thought about the way he looked at Travis in the living room and tried to mimic that power, "Do you want to talk about why you're in here? What you did? What Cameron did?" I asked cooly except, I had no friggin clue what anyone really did.
This seemed to be enough to get his attention and take me seriously, though. Cameron had been right about what to say.
Scully leaned forward, putting his crooked fingers flat down on the table. His handcuffs jingled as he did so.
"What do you know about that?" he asked. He wasn't scared but curious, like he couldn't tell if I knew what I was talking about or not.
I didn't. At all.
Instead of answering, I only smiled.
Scully looked between Carlos and I. "Ahh, okay."
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're Caseys," he pointed at the two of us. "Who sent you? Finn? Come to check in on old Scully and see if he's going to get out and find little Bethie?" he asked, laughing for a moment. "I knew no Casey would ever just kidnap you for months. Cammie ain't like that. They made you one of them, huh? I knew it."
I tried to look unaffected as he laughed some more.
"They send you in as an undercover cop?" Scully asked me. "You know the cops around here can't be trusted, right?"
"You can't be trusted," I argued.
Scully smiled and I saw his chipped tooth. "Now you're in here talking to me."
He leaned back in his chair again, tapping on the table with one of his fingers, like he was thinking.
"Tell me what you told Dylan," I said.
"I was told that the dog recently came back from the dead," Scully said, "Which I told you. But I bet you already knew that, huh?"
I didn't say anything.
"You don't send just anyone into the prison. He must be very fond of you. Or maybe it was Cammie that was fond of you?" Scully asked casually.
"I have a group of guys just foaming at the mouth to get in here and shoot you for ratting out your own blood," I said, do. "Finn, Travis, and Jay at the front of the line."
Scully pursed his lips to the side.
"I can personally guarantee that if you make a deal with Dylan and give him any more information, you'll only get one step of freedom out of this prison before Travis puts a bullet through the middle of your eyes and Finn burns your body," I continued, trying to be as cold as Travis usually spoke.
I saw Josh glance at me but I ignored him.
"Mmm," Scully mulled over my words, "Sounds like you had Cameron's attention."
If it was Cameron that he was more affected by, I wasn't going to tell him I was actually with Travis.
"Do you want to find out what other traits I picked up from Cameron?" I asked.
Scully was quiet but I could tell he was still thinking, trying to work everything out.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, eyeing Carlos for a second before looking back at me.
I wanted to know what the heck Cameron did to scare Scully so much but I wasn't about to ask that.
"Every single thing you told Dylan," I said instead, keeping my eyes glued to him.
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I've seen a few comments now hoping none of the main characters die and I've been wondering if you guys could kill off one person in this, who would it be?
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