WES EVANS & WYATT NADIR | @wesleyevans, @wyattnadir
The ride home was just as easy as the ride their, though there was an undeniable dizziness the came from the blood loss. Now that he wasn’t riding the adrenaline high of before, had swapped out his bloodied clothes for fresh ones and poured a water bottle over his head to get the blood out of his hair -- The reality of a lot of things settled in. There was a Rogue in the trunk (Andy already had dibs on cutting off the last of his foot), he was limping from getting stabbed in the leg, and unfortunately -- He was definitely going to need a blood test after all of this was over. With his leg elevated on the back seat, and a new ‘bandage’ made from a spare shirt, Andy focuses on the sound of the wind whipping past them as they drive.
They end up at one of the MC’s hideouts, one that’s created for this kind of thing specifically -- Torture, murder, the like. It’s just outside of town, tucked away in the woods under the guise of looking like someone’s old cabin. The old home is far enough out of town that any screams or gun shots wouldn’t be noticed, and if anyone heard -- They’re close enough to Olympus to know not to ask questions. Andy settles in easy, grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge before moving to sit atop a table across from their victim -- Some Rogue who keeps floating in and out of consciousness, now tied to a chair. He lights himself a cigarette, needing the hit of nicotine after the night they’ve had. The lack of pressure on his leg is welcomed, now that they were in a hideout, he had took the chance to at least clean his wound while Wes and Wyatt set up -- Peroxide, antibiotic cream, all the shit in the first aid kit to hold him over for the time being, his calf now firmly wrapped in an ace bandage.
“Well --” He begins, resting his elbows on his knees. “Care to wake up our guest?” Andy nods to Wyatt, unable to help the small smile at his lips. "Might as well get things started.” He continues, turning to examine what’ on the table next to him -- Guns, knives, a hacksaw. The latter Andy makes note of, knowing he’ll be using it later.
