set: july 4th, early morning location: victoria pinkett’s home availability: closed | @thevictoriapinkett
Phone calls that came before eight o’ clock on a Sunday morning were never good news. He wasn’t even fully awake trying to process what Jaemin was reporting but it soon registered. Michaela Pinkett was missing. Milo told them to get to the labs, call in all the rest of the Dominions and Virtues and get checked out. He would meet them there as soon as he could. There was only one small beat of a moment he took in between hanging up with the Dominion and dialing Victoria’s number. A moment to close his eyes, take a breath, and steel himself for the next crisis that needed to be handled. Panic was never an option for him, but in this moment it was crucial that he stayed calm and collected. He opened his eyes and tapped the green send button beside Victoria Pinkett’s name. There was no telling how long it would ring, she could be asleep or just starting her day. Milo multi-tasked while he waited for her to pick up, finding underwear, trousers, socks, and a shirt as quick as he could. He aimed to be out the door and in his car before he ended the call. This wasn’t the kind of news you delivered over the phone. “Hey, Vic it’s Milo. I’m on my way over, we have to talk. It can’t wait.” He didn’t linger on the line any longer, hanging up without a goodbye. Too focused on getting out the door and over to her instead.
The drive over was short, too short. Not long enough to figure out the right way to say ‘your mother was taken and we have no idea where she is.’ As he parked and made the way up to her door, he figured there was no right way to break that news. It would make addressing Pestilence as a whole twenty times easier. A closed fist lingered in front of the door, a short hesitation before he knocked. Then rang the buzzer just to be safe. When she opened the door he couldn’t manage even a tight lipped smile, just morose eyes wrapped in a classic neutral expression. “Can we sit down?” He asked as he entered, still going over what he would say in his head. Milo had known the Pinkett family for as long as he could remember. So as he waited for her to sit down somewhere he felt the rock form in his stomach.
Just get straight to it, don’t sugar coat it. Right to the point. “Victoria, this morning-” he crouched down in front of her to keep from pacing. “This morning when Michaela was out for a run with her security detail, something happened- we’re not sure what caused it yet but they all lost consciousness and when they came to.” He paused to take a steady breath. “Michaela was gone. At this point, we have to assume they were drugged somehow and she was kidnapped but details are still coming in.” He knew that Fletcher and Jaemin were getting in touch with the others. Apollo would be able to do some investigation work in the park and hopefully get some answers. He had confidence they would be able to get a start on things while he tended to Victoria. The Seraphim sat, quiet and waiting for his counterpart's response. Prepared for whatever came next.