Nov 1, 2024
body war
@in-the-pocket
"I-I have to stop on the way home...I need to-I need to get hydrofluoric acid, Jack," the shady-looking redhead mumbled into the phone. Lanky and wire-thin, she was coiled up in the booth, like a spider. A cup of coffee, overflowing with cream and sweeteners, sat neglected in front of her. A large brown bomber jacket, seemingly bought at a thrift store, covered the stranger up. Her voice was hushed, but skittish. "I know, I know they're closed. B-But the guy knows me there! I need it, or we-we won't get the right dissolution rates. We don't have time."
There was something covert being discussed here, with mentions of acid and something being dissolved being spoken in such clandestine tone.
