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Angel had been trying to wiggle himself out of his restraints for five minutes. It seemed to be working, somewhat, but it was slow work.
“...can’t believe that fucking asshole just left me here” Angel grunted out “I swear to the Almighty God and his son, Jesus Christ, that I’m gonna fuck his shit UP-“
Angel was finally able to snap the restraints on his wrists and writhed himself out of them. Then he took out a pocket knife and started working on the rest of the tied restraints on his legs.
“Of all fucking...cabróns I could’ve been stuck with...”
with a snap the restraints fell to his feet and he rose out of his chair to stretch and yawn
“You know any person would rush...” Angel spoke to himself as he walked towards the door John exited and peaked out
“...but I’m kinda interested in what kinda toys this man has.”
Angel walked around the halls of the...what is this place???...
“Is this a fucking bunker?!” Angel whispered to himself “Oh I knew he was rich...but not a whole fucking aristocratic asswipe...”
Angel walked through the bunker carefully, looking through the rooms as he was looking for an exit
“Hey. You there, what do you think you’re doing”
Angel wasted no time in turning around to meet his opponents face...?
The man he was met with was quite taller than him, no more than three inches. He was pretty young, had blonde, scruffy hair and blue eyes with a neatly trimmed beard. Though he was most definitely a “Peggie”, he seemed very less threatening and matched no description of what he was told about them.
“Well..? It’s time to head to Joseph’s sermon. Hurry up. I’m not gonna wait for you-...Wait...are you?”
“I’m new!” Angel quickly said. “And I got kinda lost in here so if you could show me where the exist is that would be greatly appreciated” Angel tried to put his best innocently confused tone and give a cheeky smile, hoping it would work.
“Your uniform?” The man pointed at the emblem on the front of his jacket.
“I forgot it?” Angel said as the man went to light a...
he’s literally lighting a fucking joint.
“Hahaaa nice tryyy” the man said smoothly as he blew smoke in Angel’s face “You’re on John’s ‘fuck you’ list. Angel, right?”
“Ahhhh..yes...that would me...So he talks shit behind my back huh?”
“The names Connor.” he blew out “You can call me Connie though or whatever. It doesn’t matter to me” besides being one of Eden’s Chosen, Connor was being extremely calm around Angel it was he really unbothered, or was it some trap?
“How do you know it was me though?”
“You’re a cop.” Connor pointed at himself as if he were pointing at him “N’ like I said he talks about you all the time. Never shuts up about it.” Connor chuckled as he rolled his eyes “Also I seen you around the ranch a few times and took a guess. I gotta hand it to you you’re persistent as fuck. I don’t know how you’re still alive” Connor breathed out
“Why thank you. I get that a lot” Angel said confidently
“I know I shouldn’t...” Connor inhaled and breathed out again “but do you really need help finding a way outta here? I could take you home too if you need.”
“That would be great, thanks. Also...why are you helping me..?”
“Cuz ya don’t look like you belong here, cmon.” put out the joint and stuffed it in his pocket as he walked behind Angel.
Angel walked quickly to catch up with him “Excuse me? What do you mean by that?! What is it because I’m-“
“Really dude? Fucking city people...”
Connor turned and showed the sleeve of his coat. He pointed at a patch sewn on his coat that was blue, pink, and white
Angel looked at him sheepishly “....oh.”
Connor bursts out laughing “You’re just like fucking John! Always quick to talk. I mean...minus the blonde hair n’ the fact that you’re fun sized”
“Do NOT compare ME to HIM. We are NOTHING...alike. Also don’t make it a habit of callin’ me fun sized. I’ll fucking-“
“O-KAAAAYYYY... note taken. I’ll be sure to call ya a chihuahua”
Angel frowned at Connor and huffed out, definitely not a fan of “chihuahua”
“Oh my God- you’re really pouting? Nah cut that out I’ll turn you in for that” Connor chided
Angel rolls his eyes “Ugh. Just show me the exit.” Angel then tilted his head slightly “Also is that..?”
“Canna-Bliss? Yeah” Connor answered
“Cannabis.” Connor corrected
“You want I’ll sell you a gram for fifteen” Connor offered
“Why are you offering me this aren’t I an enemy or somethin’” Angel said in a befuddled tone
“No. You’re John’s enemy. And I don’t know you. Why would I hate you?” Connor answered “Also I’m broke.” Connor said more softly
“Alright, fine. After though. Fifteen isn’t that much.” Angel decided “If it’s fucking laced-“
“Jesus Christ- I would never! I’m not a fucking sadist” Connor interrupted “In the meantime...why don’t you tell me about yourself” Connor hummed “Might take a minute before the next exit. John’s smart for putting ya back here”
Angel humed back “Very well then.... Where do I even fucking start.”
