Ep. 2 - Hideaway [Deuce]
Mar 16, 2015 18:41:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 18:41:37 GMT -5
//ooc// Set during Day 1 of Week 2.
She had come to the little Internet cafe as early as she could. It was a Monday, and very few were using the free Wi-Fi or computer setup in the corner. A couple of baristas chatted back and forth, gossiping about a hold-up at the KO Burger a week or so before. Sarita sipped gingerly at her rapidly-cooling latte, eyes scanning over a stretch of railroad that went up the computer screen.
That's the place, all right. Down the zipper-like line that wove like thread in the landscape, Sarita's finger followed along until it came to a minuscule clearing. Pixels of beige and dark green on the map, she had to zoom in to recognize the knife-like cleft in the mountains. That time Sheila had broken down proved more and more useful — without it, she wouldn't have hopped a train headed for British Columbia. There was the issue of the valley being slightly north of the border, but she hopped back and forth between Africa and America without a passport, so.... No worries there. It was remote enough that no one should bug her and Deuce, should he choose to hide there.
Yes, despite all the craziness of running around and having Sheila break down, Sarita still hadn't forgotten about Deuce's need for a place. Haven triggered some sort of phobia, and frankly, having an extra place to hide was a smart move in her book. Though she didn't understand the full motives of MECH, she knew they were a threat, and that Layby had been...off. It was better safe than sorry, and the odd bit of research might help Deuce find some shelter.
That is, if he hadn't already, and that was why he'd been ditching her. Consistently. And not responding to her calls.
Pulling out the cell phone Deuce had given her, Sarita pulled his number up on speed-dial, connecting to the special frequency...hack...thing that he had come up with. The communicator was too bulky and noticeable, she had noted, and some had given her strange looks. She couldn't always pass it off as a custom-made iPhone, not when she could barely explain how they even worked.
"D?" Sarita said quietly. "Deuce" was too odd a name to use in public. "You there?"