Tagged by @splinter-cat to find king, lake, panic, and storm.
John. Lincoln. King. Seven. One. Six.
Again, four-door sedan. 2015 Audi. Orange in color.
That would be crackling over police radios, by now, Jade thought. This had been yet another stupid idea, but what other choice had they had?
From the gang-ruins-a-wedding scenario taking place a bit into the future but -
“Um, Lovely,” Caz asked, gesturing at her with his fork before stuffing more blood curd in his mouth. “How’d you and Vi meet?”
“Well, I came out here to study the lakes of the southwest, namely Lake Mead. Get to know the native water nymphs and aquatic life,” she said.
“Lake Mead is great. Really beautiful place,” Caz said as he slurped down some red jelly. “Jade and I have dumped a lot of bodies in there, so, hopefully you don’t find any of those.”
“Um, sorry, you did what?”
Arravich saw a fourth bag being filled. He strained just to reach the panic button on his remote, but the woman pushed it onto the floor.
“And then you die,” the woman said. “Your cancer returns, but it’s fast this time. In fact, your death is quite peaceful: heavily medicated, in your sleep. Your obituary doesn’t even mention the scandal. You’ll be remembered for your accomplishments and not your sins.”
Arravich’s vision began to grow dim.
“At least that’s one way this goes down,” the woman said as he passed out.
Juniper stormed into the bar, this time wearing a thin gold crown on his head and flanked by several soldiers.
“Shit, what is he doing here?” Caz asked. He looked at the band in his hands. “Shit.”
He nervously fumbled with the band, bending and crushing it into a ball.
“Caz, what are you -?” Jade began. “Oh, no, Caz, no.”
Tagging, if you'd like, @kitsandkats-writing, @avian-writes, and @jaywrites101 to find shiver, justice, sing and battle.