( it's a different Sarissa voice than usual. this is calm Sarissa, take apart a bomb in three minutes Sarissa. thing is, bombs are a little easier to get her head around than people. )
I got a text. It came from a guy knew about us. I played dumb for a while, but he knew - claims he wants to help. I think Rachel must've been running her mouth.
Don't worry. I'm pinning down exactly who he found out from, who else knows. Soon as I know, you'll know. I asked him for proof he wants to help, and not... do anything else. Should I tell him he has to talk to you?
( Was that the sound of a gun being loaded and doing that fancy gun clicky loady sound? Yes. Yes it might have been. )
And then I'm going to go visit Rachel, if you're okay with that.
Maybe it can be a coming out party instead. ( There's a wry note of humour in there, somewhere. ) It'll be okay, Sarah, I meant that. Just figure we want to get out ahead of this before any more people find out.
( A quiet exhale. ) I'll give him your number, then, unless you'd rather call him?
Later. ( Sarissa hangs up, but she keeps the device resting against her chin and mouth for a second before she double checks her gun and goes to check in with Rachel. )
text. one day i will stop spamming you
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What's going on? You okay?
permavoice.
( it's a different Sarissa voice than usual. this is calm Sarissa, take apart a bomb in three minutes Sarissa. thing is, bombs are a little easier to get her head around than people. )
I got a text. It came from a guy knew about us. I played dumb for a while, but he knew - claims he wants to help. I think Rachel must've been running her mouth.
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Shit.
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( Was that the sound of a gun being loaded and doing that fancy gun clicky loady sound? Yes. Yes it might have been. )
And then I'm going to go visit Rachel, if you're okay with that.
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Sarah sighs over the line, then says, ] I was gonna wait til after your birthday to do anything, but maybe plans have just changed.
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( A quiet exhale. )
I'll give him your number, then, unless you'd rather call him?
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Yeah. Give him my number. Let's get this shit over with.
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Later. ( Sarissa hangs up, but she keeps the device resting against her chin and mouth for a second before she double checks her gun and goes to check in with Rachel. )