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"Phil, your phone is ringing!"
"I know, mate!" Phil yells back. The phone has been ringing for about 5 minutes. It's been rather annoying, but he is too lazy to get it, so he will just ket it keep ringing.
"It's... Nemesis?" Techno calls from the kitchen. He probably has Phil's phone in his hand.
Nemesis? It's late, why would Niki call him, now for all times? She could have called earlier today.
And considering that Techno told it is Nemesis, it's work related.
"Could you take it? It will just probably discussing the plans for next week- nothing important."
"Protelisaus speaking," he hears Techno say. Phil is glad Techno remembers protocol. If the work phone is called, always use your pseudonym.
There is a long moment of silence, Phil hears Techno gasp and him starting to pace.
"Y-yes. I'll tell Zephyrus... Yes?" Phil hates hearing this conversation only from one side. It doesn't sound like it is nothing, it sounds urgent- important. Maybe even too important to be discussed over the phone.
"J-just... thank you, we appreciate it." Phil hears Techno placing down the phone on the table.
"What-"
"Phil, pack your bag. Now. They ratted us out."
What?
Oh..
Oh, shit..
Oh, prime no..
"You know who?" Phil asks, jumping up from the couch, running to put his shoes on.
"They have a suspect. Although, I don't think that it is right and if it is, we won't like it."
"Who? Who do they suspect?"
"Wilbur.. they think it was Wilbur."
"Wilbur.. like in-"
"Yes, that Wilbur."
Phil sighs. His family is the only people who he told about him and Technk being part of the Syndicate. Of course they are the only possibility of someone who could rat them out.
"Blood is thicker than water, they say," Phil mumbles, throwing a bag on the bed. "Family will never betray you, they say. You know, they were wrong!" Phil yells, throwing a set if clothing into the bag.
"Why would he do this?" Techno asks, walking into the room. He throws some weapons on the bed. "Grab 4 knifes, grab 2 guns. Take a holster, put the gun in-"
"I know Tech, you don't need to tell me. We discussed what to do for occasions like this."
"I know, Phil. I know, but.. it's just-"
"Suprising?" Phil ends his sentence. "We knew this would happend, even if we hoped it would never happen."
"I know.. I know, but-"
"No but, Techno. It's what we knew when we chose to do this job."
"But we thought that it would never happend.." Techno tries again. He puts his jacket on, having packed all he needs.
"But it did, and we now need to live with it."
"Let's leave," Techno says, seeing that Phil too is done packing.
When they leave the house, Phil can already hear the sirens. Phil pulls Techno in a alley, walking a bit faster it than he normally does.
"Where are we going?" Techno asks after half an hour.
"I don't know, mate. We just need to leave this district, maybe the country."
"Couldn't we have taken the car?"
"If it was really Wilbur, that has sold us out; no, we can't use the car. Wilbur would have told everything he knows, including the car and full names."
"Why would-"
"We don't know. Maybe we will never know. I hope for Wilbur sake that he was forced to tell them, but I know for a fact that that isn't true."
"He would never-"
"But he did, Techno. It's doesn't matter why and what he told them, what does matter is that we escape and hide."
"We need new names.. new identities.." Techno mumbles. "If I knew this, I would never have started."
"But you did, you knew that this was possible," Phil snaps, getting annoyed of Techno underestimating what is happening.
"I-"
"Shut up, Technoblade. Shut up and walk, we need to get away, we need to run."
For once, Techno listens to him. Shutting up and looking straight forward.
After a while of walking, they reach the border of Rebel's Hollow, Phil doesn't know why they chose to live here, Rebel's Hollow, unlike what its name indicates, is known to be very peacefull, they are the opposite of that. Maybe that was a little bit of the reason they located here, no one would think that the Syndicate would locate themselves here.
Suddenly, Phil hears cars pull up, that isn't the frightening part though, there are sirens blaring from them.
"Police.."
"We need to run, fly.. Fly!" Phil mumbles to himself. He has fucking wings, he can just fly away. Although, having someone to carry makes that harder.
"We need to get away. They are close, too close," Techno mumbles.
"Take my bag, we are gonna fly."
"I... no, Phil, we can't... no!" Techno panics, Phil knows he is afraid of heights, but they need to get away, just like Techno said. Flying is the only option they have. They will never be fast enough by walking. Phil's wings are strong, they can let them travel fast, faster than a car or helicopter might be.
"I know, but we don't have another option, mate."
"Don't we have another choice?" Techno asks, Phil almost has pity with him. Almost.
"We don't, they are coming closer and my wings let us travel very fast-"
"Give me your bag," Techno interups him. Phil looks at him, gratefullness in his eyes. Only now, when he looks at Techno, he sees how exhausted he actually is. They should have taken more break in between.
Phil takes one last look at Techno, he is slightly green.
"I am gonna vomit on top of you and I don't want to hear a word about it," Techno says, a bit of a laugh in his voice.
"Don't worry about it, it's important that we will get away. Nothing more matters," Phil says and they take off. Even if Techno is screaming like a little girl, the cold wind against his wings is freeing.
When Phil, after a while of flying, looks down. He sees that they aren't in Pogtopia anymore, they're flying above l'manberg.
Phil sighs in relieve. They wont need to worry about the police anymore.
Phil know that, when they land, they will be save here.