“That went well,” Israel says sourly, lighting a cigarette as they walk down the I-95. James smiles weakly, kicking up a broken piece of highway. “That Brotherhood girl is lucky she didn’t actually punch you. I would’ve killed her.”
“I know,” James says softly. “Thank you for staying your hand. She was just frightened.” At this, Israel harrumphs. “It looks like this Courier has made some enemies.”
“And it looks like some of her friends are ours,” Israel grumbles.
“Veronica, please,” James begs, his voice desperate and urgent. “I think Courier may be-“
“No!” she says hollowly, leading him out of the door. “You don’t know what Courier is. You don’t know anything.”
Remembering the desperate tone James used makes Israel’s heart ache, and he claps James on the shoulder.
“You’re shit at talking your way into and out of things. I’m surprised you got into that vault at all.” This brings the smile back to James’ face, and Israel has never been more happy to see anything since this whole affair began.
“Luck was in my favor then. They needed a doctor,” he says. “After I left, my luck seemed to run out. Especially where my daughter was concerned.”
“We’ll find her,” Israel says awkwardly. “We will.” James smiles, and it’s the same tired smile that Israel loved. It’s a smile he can still make out through the ruined crevices of James’ face.
“Of course we will,” he says, his voice thick with hollow determination. “We have to.”
Keep Your Composure 20/?
“I know,” James says softly. “Thank you for staying your hand. She was just frightened.” At this, Israel harrumphs. “It looks like this Courier has made some enemies.”
“And it looks like some of her friends are ours,” Israel grumbles.
“Veronica, please,” James begs, his voice desperate and urgent. “I think Courier may be-“
“No!” she says hollowly, leading him out of the door. “You don’t know what Courier is. You don’t know anything.”
Remembering the desperate tone James used makes Israel’s heart ache, and he claps James on the shoulder.
“You’re shit at talking your way into and out of things. I’m surprised you got into that vault at all.” This brings the smile back to James’ face, and Israel has never been more happy to see anything since this whole affair began.
“Luck was in my favor then. They needed a doctor,” he says. “After I left, my luck seemed to run out. Especially where my daughter was concerned.”
“We’ll find her,” Israel says awkwardly. “We will.” James smiles, and it’s the same tired smile that Israel loved. It’s a smile he can still make out through the ruined crevices of James’ face.
“Of course we will,” he says, his voice thick with hollow determination. “We have to.”
There is no other alternative.