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A strong gust of wind blew harshly as the words left Party Posion’s mouth. It was dark, and darkness in the desert meant cold. It was crazy how fast the temperature changed out in the sand. He’d had the air conditioning on in the car on the way to wherever he was now, but at the moment Party wished he had grabbed a coat or blanket before he stormed out. Of course it was too late now.
As soon as the words left Party Poison’s mouth, he should have regretted them. He should have found another way. He didn’t though, no other solution could come to his mind.
He watched, as if in a haze as Korse stepped aside and some of his goons pulled a struggling Missile Kid to stand in front of the van. Three more Dracs stepped out as well and all had their guns pointed at the red head.
It didn’t matter though, the moment Missile glanced up in confusion, a defiant look burning across her features, she locked eyes with Party. She tried to not let it show, but Party saw the relief and joy clear as day. It was worth it, one hundred percent, as long as she was safe. He’d already fucked up once, giving himself over might help to right some of those wrongs.
“This is how it’s gonna go terrorist,” Korse spat the word as if it burned his tongue to speak it, “ once my men have you in their arms, the others will let go of the child. If you try and fight, or escape we will shoot you both. Once you are in our custody, she will be free to roam the desert.” Korse removed his hands from their position behind his back. His posture suddenly became more balanced, he was readying himself for a fight. Party couldn’t help but smirk. He’d made a pretty good reputation for himself, but he knew that this time fighting back would only end badly.
Party purposely ignored Korse and turned his attention to Missile. She was watching him more intently now, her eyes trained on him. Her eyes were wide though, her hands shaking in their bonds in front of her. She was scared. Party was too, but this time it was okay. He was going to make the right decision for once. No one else would get hurt, and honestly it was worth whatever horrors BLI-ND had up their sleeves.
Party turned to face Korse, the smirk still on his face to see the Exterminator glaring at him. His eyes bored into Party with a look that could kill. Good, he’d annoyed him some.
Party nodded to Korse and handed over his gun, when had he brought that?, and glared at Korse.
“Let me see your jazz hands.” Korse seemed to barely be able to contain himself, having finally captured the rebel leader. As if Party was going to be a good little prisoner, no he would do everything he could to piss the Exterminator off. Of course that would be after Missile was out of harm’s way. In the meantime, Party raised his hands above his head. At that moment his still healing chest decided to make itself known again, a sharp pain erupting when he stretched the muscles by raising his hands. Party barely managed to keep a groan from erupting from his lips. He would not appear weak.
The Dracs grabbed him roughly by the underarms, hauling him towards one of the vans. He didn’t fight back, there was no point. Still, it felt like he was losing everything. It wasn’t in his nature to be submissive. But the thought of Missile and his crew being safe brought the rationality back. This was necessary; he had to.
“Free the brat.”
Party heard Korse grunt out, and watched Missile’s ties be cut roughly by a knife that one of the Dracs were holding. The Drac pushed her hard and she fell to the sand. Party was shoved back against the side of the van, still he craned his neck to see the girl. Her hair was in her face along with sand that had stuck to the tear tracks that he couldn’t see before.
What had she went though?
Party didn’t get time to ponder that because a laser beam hit the van beside Korse’s head.