✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
It had been two months since they had been kidnapped to the Gauntlet ship. A month of taking hits, scrambling wildly through new and… entertaining challenges, another of finally giving into the games for the sheer need of survival.
Silas pinned the com device with the side of her arm over her jacket to keep it hidden as she and Georgiana were shuttled back to their cell, keeping her gaze set forward, jaw a steel line.
Justice Graves managed a nervous sideglance toward her, stepping past her into where they were held and taking a step aside to make room while keeping watch as the guard left them locked down.
Silence, save the rumple of cloth and gentle pinging as Silas’ fingertips began to tear along the holoscreen, attempting to put out a distress message.
Her brow furrowed as she stared at the contact field, not recognizing the number makeup of the number as coming from anywhere she was familiar with.
Fuck.
“They’re comin’!” Graves hissed through her teeth, and Silas shook her head, trying to not be distracted. “Almost got it--”
Whoever it was, didn’t matter now.
“Hey!! What are you hidin’--”
Too quick. She heard the heavy shift of the door as it was unlocked, and she hit the [SEND] command.
Her vision sparked and blackened in a daze from the impact at the back of her skull, vaguely aware of movement and shouts as Georgiana lunged for the guard.
***
Some distance away, a holoscreen activated on the com device for its user with a light blip.
>>MSG INCOMING
>>RECEIVED
>>GAUNTLET SHIP–HOSTAGE: TRACE –SS