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@whos-got-sack
Greetings. I am the Major. Contrary to popular belief, I am not dead; I know there is a group of ragamuffins out there, spreading that news, but they are wrong. I am not dead. At least, not fully.
// ooc: hi!! i created this blog mostly to haunt the revolt au blogs >:D because i'm evil like that
not too many boundaries, but please send asks!! other rp blogs, interact please 🥺
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Fuck—! No, no—
He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.
You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!
You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.
… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.
Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.
You will find out, Garraty. In time.
What the fuck?
God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.
I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.
Hallucinating?! Does William Stebbins not ring a bell, or are you going to stay ignorant about that like with the rest of what happens in the States?!
I recognize that name from the Walk, and the Walk alone. I believe he was Walker 38, correct?
Yes. His number’s 38.
Can see why you don’t go parading your personal life. No official child of your own, but these bastards are fine to keep under wraps, huh?
This is an extremely serious accusation to make. You are wrong, and I advise you not to go around spouting this misinformation, as it will only make your situation worse.
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Fuck—! No, no—
He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.
You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!
You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.
… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.
Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.
You will find out, Garraty. In time.
What the fuck?
God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.
I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.
Hallucinating?! Does William Stebbins not ring a bell, or are you going to stay ignorant about that like with the rest of what happens in the States?!
I recognize that name from the Walk, and the Walk alone. I believe he was Walker 38, correct?
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Fuck—! No, no—
He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.
You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!
You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.
… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.
Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.
You will find out, Garraty. In time.
What the fuck?
God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.
I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Fuck—! No, no—
He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.
You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!
You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.
… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.
Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.
You will find out, Garraty. In time.
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Fuck—! No, no—
He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.
You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!
You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.
Wh… where the hell am I…
When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.
Sh— shit—
[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]
Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.
Do not struggle, do not resist.
Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.
Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…
The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.
And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.
He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —
He went out like a light.
[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]
Raymond Davis Garraty...
[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]
[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]
Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
Ray felt his heart pounding in his ears as he slipped the pocket knife — his father’s old pocket knife — into his sleeve. He turned out the pockets of his pants.
See? Nothing here.
And it’s Ray. Ray Garraty. Thought you would have remembered by now.
Hrm. Well. You do know I told you to come unarmed, correct? Once again, failure to comply will result in more deaths.
[He chooses to ignore the comment about Ray's name. Of course he remembered it--Garraty. Not a name he could forget.]
Correct. That I… do know.
Ray made careful steps towards the Major, towards Pina. He kept his breathing steady, as to not alert the man of anything amiss.
Stop right there. I told you to stay where you were, did I not?
[He narrows his eyes suspiciously.]
I know the Garratys. You would never submit like this. Where. Are. They.
Ray’s eyes darted to the ground, making sure he had a clear path. That this wouldn’t end in Pina getting hurt by his stupidity.
Right— right. Apologies to the State.
He took a shaky breath, before he sprung to life, the pocket knife hidden in his sleeve now tightly gripped by his hand.
Where you won’t fucking find them—!
[The Major ducks, firing the pistol... but too late. The bullet tunnels into the ground as he turns to face Ray.]
Drop the weapon--
AWASTHI, DO NOT MOVE, OR I WILL SHOOT.
Fuck—! Ray barely catches his footing, his gaze immediately locking onto the Major.
Don’t you dare—! He used his whole body weight to crash into him.
Pina— Pina, get away— to Collie!
[The Major fires again before falling to the floor, pinned underneath Ray.]
Get off me--Awasthi, get back here!
As you command—! Ray got up with a huff, before promptly kicking at the handgun the Major had. He turned his focus to Pina soon after.
Come on— come on; we have to go— He tried to hold her up, one hand suspiciously resting on his own abdominal area.
Do not exit this house. Awasthi, the moment you walk out that door, you are no longer innocent!
[He struggles to his feet, groping for his gun.]
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
Ray felt his heart pounding in his ears as he slipped the pocket knife — his father’s old pocket knife — into his sleeve. He turned out the pockets of his pants.
See? Nothing here.
And it’s Ray. Ray Garraty. Thought you would have remembered by now.
Hrm. Well. You do know I told you to come unarmed, correct? Once again, failure to comply will result in more deaths.
[He chooses to ignore the comment about Ray's name. Of course he remembered it--Garraty. Not a name he could forget.]
Correct. That I… do know.
Ray made careful steps towards the Major, towards Pina. He kept his breathing steady, as to not alert the man of anything amiss.
Stop right there. I told you to stay where you were, did I not?
[He narrows his eyes suspiciously.]
I know the Garratys. You would never submit like this. Where. Are. They.
Ray’s eyes darted to the ground, making sure he had a clear path. That this wouldn’t end in Pina getting hurt by his stupidity.
Right— right. Apologies to the State.
He took a shaky breath, before he sprung to life, the pocket knife hidden in his sleeve now tightly gripped by his hand.
Where you won’t fucking find them—!
[The Major ducks, firing the pistol... but too late. The bullet tunnels into the ground as he turns to face Ray.]
Drop the weapon--
AWASTHI, DO NOT MOVE, OR I WILL SHOOT.
Fuck—! Ray barely catches his footing, his gaze immediately locking onto the Major.
Don’t you dare—! He used his whole body weight to crash into him.
Pina— Pina, get away— to Collie!
[The Major fires again before falling to the floor, pinned underneath Ray.]
Get off me--Awasthi, get back here!
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
Ray felt his heart pounding in his ears as he slipped the pocket knife — his father’s old pocket knife — into his sleeve. He turned out the pockets of his pants.
See? Nothing here.
And it’s Ray. Ray Garraty. Thought you would have remembered by now.
Hrm. Well. You do know I told you to come unarmed, correct? Once again, failure to comply will result in more deaths.
[He chooses to ignore the comment about Ray's name. Of course he remembered it--Garraty. Not a name he could forget.]
Correct. That I… do know.
Ray made careful steps towards the Major, towards Pina. He kept his breathing steady, as to not alert the man of anything amiss.
Stop right there. I told you to stay where you were, did I not?
[He narrows his eyes suspiciously.]
I know the Garratys. You would never submit like this. Where. Are. They.
Ray’s eyes darted to the ground, making sure he had a clear path. That this wouldn’t end in Pina getting hurt by his stupidity.
Right— right. Apologies to the State.
He took a shaky breath, before he sprung to life, the pocket knife hidden in his sleeve now tightly gripped by his hand.
Where you won’t fucking find them—!
[The Major ducks, firing the pistol... but too late. The bullet tunnels into the ground as he turns to face Ray.]
Drop the weapon--
AWASTHI, DO NOT MOVE, OR I WILL SHOOT.
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
Ray felt his heart pounding in his ears as he slipped the pocket knife — his father’s old pocket knife — into his sleeve. He turned out the pockets of his pants.
See? Nothing here.
And it’s Ray. Ray Garraty. Thought you would have remembered by now.
Hrm. Well. You do know I told you to come unarmed, correct? Once again, failure to comply will result in more deaths.
[He chooses to ignore the comment about Ray's name. Of course he remembered it--Garraty. Not a name he could forget.]
Correct. That I… do know.
Ray made careful steps towards the Major, towards Pina. He kept his breathing steady, as to not alert the man of anything amiss.
Stop right there. I told you to stay where you were, did I not?
[He narrows his eyes suspiciously.]
I know the Garratys. You would never submit like this. Where. Are. They.
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
Ray felt his heart pounding in his ears as he slipped the pocket knife — his father’s old pocket knife — into his sleeve. He turned out the pockets of his pants.
See? Nothing here.
And it’s Ray. Ray Garraty. Thought you would have remembered by now.
Hrm. Well. You do know I told you to come unarmed, correct? Once again, failure to comply will result in more deaths.
[He chooses to ignore the comment about Ray's name. Of course he remembered it--Garraty. Not a name he could forget.]
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
Well. This was going to shit. Ray’s hands made their way over to the pockets, trying to inconspicuously get what he had tucked away in one of them.
Awasthi can’t… walk in this state. May I… come closer? To help them walk, while I lead you to the rest?
[He squints suspiciously at Ray's hands, squeezing his weapon tighter.]
Turn out your pockets, 47. And stay right where you are.
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Awasthi is injured, in no state to be held captive. And— what I’m trying to get at is that… we weren’t able to round everyone up. This was a time sensitive manner, so—
Let me… change places with Awasthi. Or at the very least, see them. Then, I’ll… I’ll lead you. To the rest.
Maybe you should have thought about that before going on your rampage.
Awasthi is here.
[He taps the side of her head with his pistol.]
But. I believe I can agree to this. I will... dispose of you instead of him. He will not be cleared of his charges, but his sentence may be lighter.
However, you must first show me where the others can be found.
… Major.
I’m here for Awasthi. 29.
Ray squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before trying to stand his ground.
— @fugitive47 ×
Well. Hello, Mr. Garraty.
You were only promised 29 if you all showed up. I know you were not the only one who escaped. If the others fail to show, I will have no choice but to shoot Awasthi.
Well, yes. But Awasthi is innocent in all of this. Got their ticket, just survived due to… sheer luck. No, no. It would make… more of an impact if, let’s say, the traitor of the State who shot you got their justice served, no?
… I’m in no place to be making deals. But it seems you always had a problem with a Garraty.
All of you defied the government. You will all be punished, just in different ways, according to the severity of your crimes.
Since you committed such acts, you are right--you hold no bargaining power, 47.
But per the terms of the message I sent, you are all to show yourselves. Now.
WHY THE HELL DID YOU TAKE PINA MR MAJOR YOURE SUCH A BITCH
Please refrain from using such language in the future. Disrespecting the government is a Squading offense.
I am not sure who you are referring to. The person I have with me is named Michael Awasthi.
