Jailbirds

[Goblin]

((If she'll let him cuddle her after she finds out...things. ))

Sweet Jesus. Riddle glanced at Gypsy. "So what's he doing here," she demanded in a furious whisper, "and not in the fucking Points?"

[Script]

((I know! I'm sort of wondering if she might find comfort elsewhere, at least for a little while...))

Gypsy arched a brow, but the only sign of any distress were her pursed lips. She went back to keeping watch, but her insides did an unpleasant little flip that felt far too much like worry.

Script shrank back away from her, wishing desperately she could just melt into the mattress. "We...we have others going out there...Goblin said we needed information on the Refuge itself...to...to make the connection or whatever..."

[Goblin]

((I wouldn't blame her.))

Riddle let out a quiet, vaguely psychotic laugh. "Still hunting for evidence," she whispered. "Something they won't ignore, huh? Give your precious Sebastian a back rub sometime if you want your fucking evidence." She looked down at Script without any particular expression. "Say anything to anyone about this and you'll regret it." And she took back the knife and headed for her bunk again, waiting to make sure Gypsy followed.

[Script]

Gypsy leaned over Script where she lay, stunned. Her hand went to Script's thigh, trailing just a little. "And while you're at it, thank him for the fun in the storage closet, from earlier." She stood up, winking at her, the followed Riddle back to bed. It wasn't until the were safely across the room that she hissed. "They know about Monk Eastman??"

Script stared after them, not realizing she was shaking. Her eyes flicked up at the ceiling, where the panel Gypsy had crawled through earlier was. She decided that she'd wait a while for Riddle and Gypsy to settle in, and then she was paying Goblin a visit.

[Goblin]

Inwardly, Riddle was on the verge of panic too, but when you were the brains of the operation, you were expected to take things calmly. "Not good," she agreed, "but we can handle it. I'll just make a few adjustments in our game plan." But if they could really do it, a tiny voice in the back of her head whispered. If they could really shut this place down and stop what's happening... She dismissed the voice. There was no way they could pull it off. They would only get everyone else in trouble--and besides, she and Gypsy were being paid generously for their silence; they'd get their freedom but lose their income. She rolled over and finally let sleep overtake her.

[Script]

Gypsy grumbled to herself as she got into bed. She liked the way things were. And she liked the fact that when she left this hell hole, she'd leave with money in her pocket. She fell asleep frowning.

~*~

Script waited for a long time before slipping out of bed. She climbed the bunk under the celing panel, careful not to wake the snoring girl beneath the blankets. She shimmied into the vent, suddenly glad Goblin made her climb so many things.

She crawled towards the boys room, sliding open the panel and peering inside. "He--hello...?"

[Goblin]

The boy in the bunk under the vent woke with a start and squinted angrily up at her. "What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he muttered.

[Script]

Script nearly threw up on him, she was already so worked up. "I...I need Goblin. Now. Please."

[Goblin]

"Fine. Jesus," the boy said, scowling at her.

He stumbled down from his bunk and a few beds over to wake up Goblin, who sat bolt upright and almost hit him in the face before the kid managed to explain in a groggy whisper what the hell was going on. Finally, the grumpy boy went back to bed and Goblin stood under the vent and stared at Script, looking wide awake and very tense. "Maggie? What's wrong?"

[Script]

She stared down at him, eyes looking a little panicked. "I...we need to talk. Is there somewhere we can go..?" Her jaw clenched as she remembered what Gypsy said. "I...heard there was a storage closet..."

[Goblin]

"Yeah..." He tensed even more at those words. Gypsy must have talked to her already. "Keep crawling and you'll get to another panel that opens into it. I'll be right behind you," he whispered, already climbing up to follow her.

[Script]

Script nodded and did what she was told, finding the panel and dropping down into the room to wait for him. She shivered and hugged her arms around herself, though she wasn't cold.

[Goblin]

He dropped down beside her and immediately took her hand. "What's going on? Did someone...are you okay?"

[Script]

She frowned at him. "Do you really think I'd be crawling through air ducts in the middle of the night if I was okay??" She sighed, but moved towards him to wrap her arms around his middle, face pressed into his chest. "You're gonna be so mad at me, Sebastian..."

[Goblin]

He held her close, stroking her hair soothingly. "I'm not gonna be mad at you. I promise." I'll probably be mad at someone, though, he thought grimly. The master plan was already fading from his mind, replaced with images of all the terrible things he could do to Riddle and Gypsy. Why the hell had he gotten Maggie involved in this?

Besides the fact that she'd been key to the plan before he even met her.