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theyweremine:
“Good. Now we both know that your dad’s priority is to keep you safe, so I’m gonna do exactly that. As long as you stay there, they can’t get to you. I just need you to sit tight for a little longer, alright — ? Because the next time you hear from me, this’ll all be over.”
"... -- alright. You'll, uh -- you'll talk to him before I do, so... just let him know I'm safe, okay? Tell him I love him, and I'll be seein' him soon."
theyweremine:
“He’s not, and I won’t let that happen. Do you remember what Sucre told you?”
"-- that there's a plan, and... -- and to have faith. I remember."
theyweremine:
“You tell me. You’re supposed to wait for me to call you, not the other way around.”
"... yeah, well, maybe I got tired of waiting. So what's the deal, man? Is my dad dead or not?"
"You gonna tell me what the hell's going on -- ?"
ooc: all i wanted was a few more icons of lj on the phone. that's all i wanted.
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theyweremine:
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t asked himself the same question, and there are only two plausible explanations. First, and most simply, somebody had recognized him; having flown under the radar for months doesn’t negate that there are precious few left in the United States who don’t know his face. All it would take is one person. The second scenario is the one that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. If he’d been sold out, the Company would have discovered his agenda just as quickly — but if not Kellerman, then who else is left?
“They’ve got eyes everywhere,” he tells LJ, echoing Linc’s own words, and it’s a hedge as he moves toward the door. “Just stay here and keep your head down. I’ll be back soon.”
The look is a familiar one, surfacing whenever something's left unsaid. He still doesn't ask questions, which might be a mark of how inexplicable his trust level is. Even though the context is different, what he said before still holds true: if anybody can pull this off, it's his uncle. So he curls his fingers around the device in hand, already running through a list of potential hiding places, and assents with a single nod.
"I'm not goin' anywhere. ... just, uh -- just be careful, okay?"
theyweremine:
“For starters, I want you to take this.” He pulls a slender USB device roughly half the size of a playing card out of his pocket, containing all the data copied from Edison. “Don’t keep it on you — put it somewhere safe. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Lock the door behind me, and use the landline if you have to. There’s a good chance they’ve been tracking your cell.”
LJ takes the device without asking where his uncle might be going. Not because he doesn't want to ask, but because just about everything is on the backburner until he knows his dad is okay. He can't think beyond that. "... probably, yeah. I guess that explains how they cornered us. Doesn't explain how the hell they found out so fast. I mean, you obviously didn't get caught. So how could they even know you were there -- ?"
theyweremine:
“It crossed my mind. … — hey, we will get through this. You, me, and your dad. There is nothing in the world more important than the two of you, so when I say I’m gonna get him back — ? I’m gonna get him back. You’re not losing anyone else, LJ. I promise you that.”
"... -- we are gonna get him back, alright? This is my dad we're talkin' about. Tell me how I can help, 'cause no way am I gonna sit this one out."
theyweremine:
“— because if anything happens to him, they’re out of bargaining chips. And they won’t risk that, not when the stakes are this high.” Twenty-four hours has to be enough; for everyone’s sake. Just have a little faith. “Right now they need him alive. It’s all they’ve got.”
"Like we've never heard that before? You really believe if you do what they want, they're just gonna leave us alone? It's Panama all over again, man." Handing over Whistler, getting to keep breathing, only for Sofia to end up dead a couple of months later when they wound up right back in the thick of things. "Don't tell me you're not thinkin' it too."
hillsidegravestone:
"Probably do. Folks have an eclectic taste in pets where I’m from."
"Oh yeah -- ? And where's that?"
theyweremine:
“She gave us a little time to figure out our next move. … I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get him out in one piece, LJ. Trust me on that.”
"How much time? You said it yourself, how do we even know he's not dead already?"
theyweremine:
“— you haven’t said a word all night.”
"... yeah, well. I heard you on the phone -- it's her, right? Gretchen?"