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"You two know exactly what it is, Ortiz. Now I suggest you get back before my bullet finds your heart," Caden nodded silently, walking to where Emily was. "The Howser plan. Get to talking." |
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"I know nothing about it, asshole!" |
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The man spat, glaring over at Caden, who now had his hands folded behind his head, eyes shut, head tilted against the wall, humming a tune. "Sure know you do," He muttered, Caden peeking an eye open before slipping it back shut with a casual smile. "Nope, only thing I know about that is Howser sounds like a person who builds a house. Pretty solid name." Caden mused, eyes snapping open wide when a hand tangled itself around his throat, his fingers clawing uselessly at the ones on his neck. He choked for air, unable to get any he struggled. "Stop playing games, Ortiz, and I promise you, things'll get way easier. Keep playing...well, you'll have to see how it feels to lose for once." The man snarled, Caden staring at him, veins pulsing as he continued to struggle for breath, the man releasing his grip and walking back to the door. Caden took in a huge breath of air, staring shakily at the figure in the doorway, the doors slipping back shut. Silence surrounded the pair once more. |
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Emily took a step toward the man, angry at him touching Caden. She moved to Caden once the man left, checking on him |
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Caden stared at the door where the man had exited, breathing heavy as he recomposed himself. "We're fucked, we're so fucked." He muttered, starting to pace. |
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"YES." He rasped, muttering under his breath. |
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Caden sat with his head in his hands, eyes squeezed shut as his mind raced. |
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