HE SHOULDA KNOCKED HER OUT, got her wasted, something, because she’s asking questions and he hasn’t quite got to the point of having answers. all johnny knows is that this bitch has got some killer reputation, and he needs someone with that and more if he’s gonna get alt back. so what if he’d acted first and not done the thinking yet. there isn’t any time to lose, and he had to take the first chance he got.
❛ just hold yer horses, princess, i’m thinking. ❜
except his mind is a void of nothing helpful. he needs a fix, a drink, something. but johnny doesn’t need to reach for the flask in his pocket to know it’s empty, and he can still hear the near deafening sound of the pill bottle as its hollow form clamored into the trashcan earlier. so his nerves are shot, his body begging for some kind of escape, and he’s still got to come up with a plan.
❛ here --- ❜ he pulls up the makeshift map of the building where they’re keeping her, cursing himself for being unable to do this on his own, and jabs a metal digit at the screen. ❛ --- i need you to get me in this room. ❜ he wants to go in guns blazing, wants to make a massacre out of every corpo cunt that’s ever looked his way. but he has to keep a level head, has to, or it’s all for nothing. another tap and he brings up the security overlay, watching her face as the screen becomes alive with little indicators ------cameras, guards, security doors. he doesn’t know if she can even do this, and she has no real reason to agree to help him. but he needs someone with a quieter touch, or he’ll never get alt out alive.
❛ so --- think you can do it ? ❜
❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜ ------ @rooskcya || MEME
