Where: The Hideout Who: @crxxkedevil
Lockdown initiated. Please return to your beds until further notice. The sound of Damien’s voice rang through his head, and Connor lifted from his crouched position on the ground. The old PA system squealed in protest of being used more frequently now, as the threats to their salvation grew each passing day. Lockdown sent him into an internal panic- the idea of being trapped when he had a deal to keep- not that he was even mildly pleased about how the bargain was made- drew him closer to the exit. He’d already been on patrol all night, and when the sky had begun to darken, he knew what was coming next. Perhaps he should have tried leaving sooner. Should have never come back from the vampire’s domain. But he couldn’t scrub himself clean there- couldn’t wash the muck of the place off himself in plain view of the Overlord.
He had to put on a pretty face for her if it were meant to be believed. Still, he swore he could smell it on his skin- the death that clung to them. He continued his inch closer, checking around for any onlookers but what stragglers there were seemed too preoccupied with gathering what they needed to do exactly what the Commander had started. Thinking himself free and clear, he reached for the handle, only to feel the creeping notion that he was being watched more closely than he wanted to believe. When he turned to find Cole, his heart stopped for a moment, and he moved for his baton with the express intention of fighting his way out if he had to.