Todd Wants Key's Face

Harry: ... Todd...

Sam: Alright - I'll see you, then. OH! Her apartment number is C12, and the address is 453 Gull Drive!

Claire: Thank you--! *hangs up*

Sarah: *stares at Harry in amazement* ...he talked to you too...?

Sam: *he's shaking even more now, and he puts his guns away* What do you want from me...? D8<

Blood Puppet: Usually I'm not one to strike deals with my future dinner, but this time is special... I won't kill your father - LET HIM GO, even... if you hand over the young woman with you.

Sam: WHAT?? DDD8<

Harry: Don't do it - d-don't do it, Sam - I-I'll die soon anyway...! D8>

Sarah: *tries to think, think of SOMETHING--they ALL had to come out of this one alive--she didn't need to see Sam's family torn apart like hers was* ...Sam... take your dad...

Sam: WHAT?? NO!! D8>

Blood Puppet: Listen to her, Lieutenant - she's a smart woman, I think.

Harry: No! D8

Sarah: *more firmly* I know what I'm doing... trust me on this, okay? D:>

Sam: *he looks at her for the longest time, fearing something terrible happening to her - but it seems like she has a plan... so Sam will just have to go along with it* ... *to Blood Puppet* Alright. Fine. You can have her. Just let my father go.

Blood Puppet: Not until the woman comes here first.

Sam: ... *he nods slightly to Sarah* ...

Harry: No - no, no - Sam, don't let him - d-don't... where are we? D;>

Sarah: *wonders if this really WAS a good idea... she walks over to Blood Puppet, trying to look unfazed*

Blood Puppet: *suddenly grabs Sarah's arm when she's close enough and shoves Harry away*

Harry: *stumbles a bit then falls to the ground* DD8> ???

Sam: *runs over to help his father back up* Oh crap, oh crap, I'm so sorry this happened to you - I'm so sorry, Dad...! D8>

Harry: Wh-what's going on?? D8>

Sam: *he doesn't answer him. He just looks up and stars at Blood Puppet and Sarah, praying that she knows what she's doing*

Sarah: *hopes Sam is paying enough attention--she suddenly reaches out with her free arm, and grabs the hilt of Blood Puppet's katana, trying to yank it away from him*

Blood Puppet: What's - ?? *he yanks the katana back, away from Sarah* You do not touch this! Do NOT touch this!! D8<

Sam: *he uses the opportunity to suddenly raise his gun and shoot Blood Puppet directly in the head*

Blood Puppet: *when the bullet hits his mask, it makes a loud, high-pitched clanking sound, and Blood Puppet stumbles backwards and falls. He isn't dead, but he's barely conscious, groaning from the pain in his stunned form*

Sam: L-let's go! Hurry - before he comes to! D8

Harry: Wh-what's - but - hey, but who - ??

Sam: No time, come on, Dad! D8 *takes his father by the wrist and pulls him to the motorcycle* SARAH, WE'RE NOT ALL GONNA FIT! D8

Sarah: Take your dad, I'll run! D:> *quickly climbs up the nearest building and sprints off across the rooftops*

Sam: Right! *he gets on the motorcycle, helping his father on first, then drives off, back to Sarah's apartment - his mother could pick up his father later - right now, he just needed a place to go*

Harry: *hangs on tightly to Sam until he finally parks at the apartment building*

Sam: *gets off, leads Harry to Sarah's apartment, then waits for her to arrive*

Sarah: *arrives a few minutes after the two men, and lets them both in, locking the door behind her. she lets out a massive sigh of relief* OOOOH my god, I didn't even know if that would work. DX

Sam: Well I'm very very glad it did, and very very angry that Blood Puppet isn't DEAD...

Harry: Where are we? Who's Blood Puppet? D;>

Sarah: *to Harry* We're someplace safe, don't worry about it... *to Sam* You should call your mom and let her know we found your dad...

Sam: *nods* Right. Dad, you can go ahead and sit on the couch - *to Sarah, walking towards the phone* He can sit on the couch, right?

Harry: <:/

Sarah: Yeah, of course, why not? Go right ahead, Harry. <:/

Harry: *he sits down* Thank you... uh... who are you, again...?

Sam: *picks up the phone and dials his parents' number*

Sarah: I'm Sarah. Sam's uh... girlfriend? <:/

Claire: *picks up immediately* Sarah? Sam? Did you find him???

Harry: ... ... you're the one he mentioned...

Sam: He's with us, Mom - he's fine, he's not hurt or anything - well, maybe a few cuts and bruises from the way Blood Puppet handled him, but nothing serious. <:/

Claire: *her relief is obvious in her voice* Oh, thank GOD... I'll be right over, alright?

Sarah: ...he?

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The Next Morning

Sam: *he sleeps soundly, dreaming of possible outcomes for IF he proposed. He needed to get a ring. Did he even have the MONEY for a ring? Even if it's just a blank gold one for now? He'd... he'd find the money. Somehow*

Sarah: *is still asleep for once, snuggled into Sam, smiling*

Sam: *he blinks awake, squinting from the morning light. He looks over and sees Sarah there, and he smiles at the sight of her, her and her own smile. He takes his hand and places it on the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb*

Sarah: *wakes up from the gentle touch, squinting at him for a moment, then smiling again. she speaks quietly* good morning...

Sam: Good morning to you, too... <:) Oh... work... uh... now that Blood Puppet's dead, I've got a ton of papers to fill out, a report to be written, all that stuff... I don't know if you'd still want to come along for that - it gets boring... <:/

Sarah: In that case, I think I'll just stay behind... I don't wanna get in your way-- *looks up when the phone rings, and groans* UUUGH. I'll be right back... *gets out of bed and hurries out of the room, picking up the phone* Hello?

Claire: *sounds completely panicked* SARAH! I-Is Sam there??

Sarah: *immediately knows that something is wrong* Yeah, hang on-- *loudly* SAM, it's your mom! It sounds important! *sets the phone to speaker*

Sam: *approaches the phone, wondering why she'd be calling so early in the morning* Mom? What's up? D:/

Claire: It's Harry--h-he took him!

Sarah: !! Wait, WHAT?? Who?? D:>

Claire: That man you were looking for--Blood Puppet!

Sarah: *her eyes widen in terror, and she looks at Sam* D8

Sam: *he stares at the phone, unable to believe it - he KILLED HIM. He KILLED THAT MAN. How could he take - ?? A fury fills him, slowly. His hands curl up into tight fists and he shakes*

Claire: I-I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him, he was holding a sword to his throat and threatening to kill him--

Sarah: Do you know where he went?? D:>

Claire: He said he wanted Sam to go to the old show factory... I-I don't know exactly where that is...

Sarah: *remembers the place she was kidnapped* We know where it is. We'll find Harry as soon as we can, Mrs. Gatzsky. D:>

Sam: *still silent, shaking with fury. He doesn't answer his mother, he only thinks of the most painful way he can possibly kill Blood Puppet - for REAL this time* ...

Claire: Thank you...

Sarah: We'll call you when we get him back. *hangs up* Sam, we need to go get ready.

Sam: *immediately starts doing so, quickly, ANGRILY - his fury showing even in his MOVEMENTS, which were jerky and tense - POWERFUL, even when they shouldn't be*

Sarah: *notices this as she gets dressed, and worries--a furious Sam is a dangerous Sam. She knew what she saw yesterday would be NOTHING compared to the fury he would unleash today*

Sam: *when he was finished getting ready, he practically SNARLS at Sarah -* COME ON! D8< *he then charges out of the apartment like a raging bull, to his motorcycle, getting on it and waiting for Sarah to do the same*

Sarah: *climbs into the motorcycle behind him, hanging on tightly, knowing she would probably fly off if she didn't*

Sam: *he speeds off as Sarah had predicted, not stopping until he has finally reached the old shoe factory at the edge of the city*

Blood Puppet: *there, as he said he would be. He holds Harry tightly, his sword at the old man's throat* Oh hello, Lieutenant... I guess you DID get my message, then... that's excellent - thank you so much for getting here quickly...

Harry: S-Sam...! D8

Sam: *gets out his guns without hesitation* D8<

Blood Puppet: I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but if you even TRY any of that, your poor father here will have his neck sliced open... and we wouldn't want THAT would we? After all, that's always so MESSY - just a STICKY, TERRIBLE way to die...

Sam: *through his teeth* Kill you...! I'll kill you, you bastard...!!

Sarah: *through her teeth* Sam, if you don't calm down, your dad might end up DEAD...

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Sam: ... Maybe we should sleep...

Sarah: Okay... *stands up from the couch, and holds her hand out to him*

Sma: *takes her hand and uses it to help himself up, then goes to Sarah's room with her, almost immediately entering the bed*

Sarah: *climbs into bed as well, staring at the ceiling* ...We really need a break...

Sam: ... We do. A nice long one. Without masked psychos.

Sarah: Yup... that would be REALLY nice...

Sam: Mmm... on a beach... on a nice day...

Sarah: Blue sky... blue ocean... white sand... *turns so she's laying on her side, facing Sam* Just the two of us...

Sam: *he smiles, the thought comforting him* ... That sounds really nice... REALLY nice...

Sarah: *smiles with him* Mhmm... maybe one of these days...

Sam: *still smiling* ... Maybe... *he wonders if... maybe he should propose to Sarah. But what if she said no...?*

Sarah: Heh... *moves closer and puts an arm over him, closing her eyes* one of these days, right?

Sam: *watching her, studying her features* ... right... one of these days...

Sarah: Heheh... *snuggles into him* goodnight, Sam.

Sam: *he snuggles back* Goodnight, Sarah... *he eventually goes to sleep, that single idea floating about in his mind... proposing to Sarah... but how could he time it perfectly so that they weren't sandwiched by horrible things - things from his JOB? How could he make it as memorable and romantic for Sarah as possible? How... how could he make her happy? How could he make her WANT to be with him? She was... no... she is afraid of commitment, and marriage is the ULTIMATE commitment... she'd run from him - no! No, he has to try - he LOVES her...*

Sarah: *sleeps soundly, completely unaware of what Sam's thinking of. All she saw that night was a white sand beach, and the two of them spending an entire day there--just the two of them*

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Sam: ... Yeah... he just... he means so much to be, and to see him... slowly... forgetting EVERYTHING... it's horrible... a-a few days before... he didn't recognize me... Mom had to TELL HIM it was me...

Sarah: But he remembered after that, right? He knows who you are, deep down... and no matter what that psychopath said, he still loves you, I just know it... <:(

Sam: No... *he looks about ready to break down - his voice cracks* no, that THING was right... right about EVERYTHING... I tried so hard to impress him, to make him proud... b-but... i-it's too late for that now... he's GONE...

Sarah: *knows she won't be able to convince him otherwise, but...* ...I'm sure he'd be proud of you if he knew...

Sam: *a few tears roll down his cheeks, but he smiles at Sarah slightly and hugs her tightly*

Sarah: ! *hugs him back just as tightly, slowly rubbing his back* ...I'm sorry I doubted you.

Sam: *still hugging her* ...A-and I'm sorry for scaring you...

Sarah: *keeps rubbing his back* ...I guess that makes us even...

Sam: *he laughs slightly from her statement* ... I guess it does...

Sarah: *sits there for a while, hugging him*

Sam: ... Are you still gonna try joining me when I'm doing my job...?

Sarah: *nods* Every time. I don't think it can get any freakier than Blood Puppet...

Sam: Don't say that - you've jinxed us now! D8

Sarah: Oh, goddammit, you're probably right. DX *groans* If the next guy IS freakier, feel free to hit me.

Sam: ... SOMEHOW freakier... freakier than murdering children and eating them...

Sarah: ...Yeah, I don't think anything's freakier than that. D;

Sam: ... All those children... I'm glad he's dead...

Sarah: *nods* Same here...

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Sam: *His feelings are hurt when she says this, and he responds quietly,, not looking at her* ... Okay... *he walks out the way he came, alone*

Sarah: *watches him leave, as if she was scared he would attack her. maybe she HAD been a little bit too harsh with that, but... compared to what HE did, she had every right to be! ...right? she leaves out the front door, running past his motorcycle and climbing up one of the lower buildings, running along the rooftops, headed back home*

Sam: *quite unhappy, he gets onto his motorcycle and drives back to Sarah's apartment... only to find it locked. Right. Of course he got there before she did. HE was the one on the motorcycle. He decides to sit in front of the door and wait*

Sarah: *eventually reaches the apartment building, and decides to climb in through her window (thank god the landlord knows I tend to do this). once inside, she looks around, half expecting Sam to already be inside, but she remembers that she has the only set of keys and she drops them on the counter. collapsing on the couch, then entire scene seems to play over and over in her mind, and she wonders HOW, HOW was it POSSIBLE that Sam (HER Sam) could be just as brutal as that psychopath*

Sam: *he hears Sarah enter the apartment. With a sad sigh, he moves his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and resting his head on top of them. He doubts Sarah will let him in after that fantastic display of VIOLENCE and INHUMANITY*

Sarah: *tries not to think about it, but find this to be an impossible task. What would she do if he showed up at her door? Should she let him in? If Blood Puppet managed to set him off so easily, who says she can't do the same? All it would take would be to say the wrong words at the wrong time...*

Sam: *after a while, he sighs, standing up and knocking on the door, hoping, HOPING she'd let him in*

Sarah: *nearly jumps out of her skin, startled. she gets up to go look through the peephole, though she was sure she knew--yep, it was him* ...What?

Sam: *quietly, meekly* C-can you please let me in...? I-I'm sorry about before, I-I didn't mean to get so violent...

Sarah: ...Only if you swear you won't shove my face into the goddamn tv.

Sam: D:> ... No... never... I'd never hurt you, Sarah... I LOVE you...

Sarah: ... *lets him in, but doesn't look at him, and doesn't say a word* ...

Sam: *he steps in and refuses to look at Sarah. He walks straight to the couch and sits down* ...

Sarah: *closes the door, still not looking at him* ....Do I get an explanation, or am I just going to get a "I dunno what happened either"?

Sam: ... He was taunting me about my dad... my DAD... and he was mostly right about him... that's why I got all pissed off...

Sarah: *quietly* ...I never knew you could explode like that... guess I'd better watch what I say, huh?

Sam: Sarah, I wouldn't ever do anything like that to you...! I wouldn't even THINK about it...! D8>

Sarah: <:/ ... *sighs, and sits down on the couch next to him* ...Does it really bother you that much? Talking about your dad?

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Sam: ... I'm finding it harder to believe that he didn't just kill us when he had the chance... but I guess he really DOES want to play this little "game" of his with us... Come on... *he opens the door out of what seemed to be the office of Mr. "Smiley Dan".

Halls: *are dark, empty, save for scattered bones and rotting organs strewn across the floor*

Sarah: *walks with Sam. the place makes sets her on edge, and she takes the safety off her pistol* ...you'd think he'd clean up after himself...

Sam: He's nuts, of course he wouldn't clean up after himself. *looks through the place, and opens the door into the waiting room. Piles of children's corpses were stacked up in the play-area, their rib cages torn open and their organs stolen (most likely eaten). Near the entrance was a soldier who had walked through the front entrance - his head had been smashed* ... oh god... oh GOD...

Sarah: *is trying very hard not to throw up at the moment* jesus christ...

Sam: All those children... and I RECOGNIZE this soldier... or what's LEFT to recognize... *he glances at Sarah* C-come on... let's keep searching through... *he walks out of the waiting room to the dentist's office. There, Sarah had been kept and brainwashed. He glances at the television, at the iPod and headset lain off to the side* ... he's not here...

Sarah: !! This is where he... did... whatever the hell he did to me... D:>

Sam: Yeah... I figured... D:>

Blood Puppet: *from behind them* It's rather rude to trespass.

Sam: *nearly jumps out of his skin. He whirls around and points his guns at Blood Puppet's face* Y-YOU'RE A DANGEROUS MAN, AND I'M TAKING YOU DOWN! D8<

Sarah: !!!! *whirls around to face Blood Puppet, gun pointed at him, her hands shaking ever so slightly* ...

Blood Puppet: *he laughs at this* I'm sorry... but if I can be faster than your bullets, who's to say I'm not faster than your trigger-fingers? I could stab both of you before you get CLOSE to shooting me...

Sam: *knowing Blood Puppet's right, he backs away from the maniac, pulling Sarah with him*

Sarah: *shoots Sam an almost panicked look when he pulls her back, only half-lowering her weapon* ...

Blood Puppet: Ohh ho ho... you cowards...

Sam: You stay away from us, alright? D8<

Blood Puppet: You want to SHOOT me! HAHAHA! I could stay away from you, Lieutenant... and I could go after your father... a little birdy told me how much he means to y -

Sam: *suddenly takes Blood Puppet by the throat, slamming him into a wall, pointing one of his guns at his face* You don't even fracking MENTION my father, ALRIGHT?? DON'T DO IT IF YOU WANT A NICE, PAINLESS DEATH...!! DDD8<

Sarah: *for a moment, she wonders if she was the one who had somehow revealed this information to him--but that soon becomes the least of her worries. At the moment, she wasn't quite sure who she should be more afraid of--the psychopathic cannibal or the enraged lieutenant* D8> ...

Blood Puppet: *he isn't afraid. In fact, he just keeps taunting Sam* Ahahaha! HAHAHA! You don't like it when I mention your father, Lieutenant? Why's that? Because he's a CRAZY, FORGETFUL OLD MAN? BECAUSE HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE?

Sam: *he throws Blood Puppet into the dentist's chair, kicking him in the spine hard enough for a crackling noise to sound the otherwise-soundless room* YOU frackER!! D8<

Blood Puppet: NNGH...!! HAHAHA... you're almost good enough to wear my mask...

Sarah: *can't watch this anymore--* SAM, STOP IT! IF YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM, JUST frackING DO IT ALREADY! D8>

Sam: *practically snarling like an animal* HE DESERVES TO SUFFER!!

Blood Puppet: I guess I was right when I said your father doesn't love you anymore - I'm TERRIBLY sorry...

Sam: *throws him into the dentist's supply table, into all the sharp tools stacked into it*

Blood Puppet: *stumbles into it, crashing to the ground, carefully getting up and ignoring the pain in his back as best as he can* It's alright, Sam... my father didn't love me either... back in England, where I was from, he went out on long trips and never told me or my mother where he was going... just one long trip after another, only coming home to take more money and heading off again... then my mum found out he was sleeping with other women... and then the next time he came home... she sliced off his face... his arms... his legs... and he fed it all to the neighbors' dog. That was a mean dog... I guess it didn't mind human flesh... did your father ever sleep with other women, L - ?

Sam: *takes Blood Puppet and throws him again - this time into the chair Sarah had been locked in. He then takes the television and smashes it against Blood Puppet's head*

Sarah: *watches, completely terrified of what she was seeing. she's positive that this is a thousand times more horrifying to watch than if Sam and Blood Puppet's positions had been switched--at least she knew what to expect then. THIS... this was beyond scary. She's seen him become violent before, but never EVER anything close to this. She never thought he was capable of THIS...*

Blood Puppet: Q... Quite done yet...? Ready to run off... to the father... who can't even remember your name...?

Sam: *with a crazed scream, he smashes the television against Blood Puppet's head one more*

Blood Puppet: *he goes limp in the chair, dead*

Sam: *panting a little, he lets go of the television and backs away from the body* ... Let's go. He's dead.

Sarah: *doesn't move, doesn't say a word--she only looks back and forth between Blood Puppet and Sam, if only to make SURE she was seeing things correctly. Her terror is obvious in her expression, and in her stance--she looked just about ready to run away from him*

Sam: *he turns his head to face Sarah, his expression angry until he sees her frightened expression and stance* SARAH, WE NEED TO... go... *his face softens, the anger fading into a look of regret and slight confusion* ... Sarah... c'mon... D:>

Sarah: *shakes her head. she's afraid enough that if he steps toward her, she'll just turn and run. it takes her a moment to find her voice again* Y-You go ahead... I'll just w-walk.

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Sam: They used REAL firearms in your movies?? D8

Sarah: No, silly, they had blanks! Jeez! D:>

Sam: A-ah... s-so you can... shoot a... okay. I just get nervous is all. Um... so what kind of gun are you used to? Standard pistols? Shotguns? Autos? M-whatevers?

Sarah: Smaller guns. I'm not good with rifles or shotguns or anything like that. D;

Sam: Alright - *he searches through the place until he finds what he's looking for and gives it to Sarah* This is a standard pistol - the safety's on right now, so... y'know... don't try to shoot at anything you mean to shoot at before taking it off.

Sarah: I know. >:P *looks the pistol over--yep, she was familiar with it*

Sam: Aaand I've already got my magnum pistols, so I'm good. Now let's go find a pair of gasmasks and some knock-out gas bombs.

Sarah: Awesome. *looks around* Aaaand... gas masks. *takes two of them*

Sam: *searches through where the bombs are kept and collects three knock-out gas bombs, then returns to Sarah* Alright. Let's head out. *walks out of the outpost with Sarah, getting on the motorcycle and heading off to the edge of the city*

Sarah: *hangs on tightly as they ride down to the other side of town, half-hoping they wouldn't find him*

*after much searching, they find a dentist's office. A small, dirty sign read on the musty window "Smiley Dan's Children's Dental Care". Painted on the window used to be what seemed to be a clown, but the paint was now mostly chipped away*

Sam: *quietly to Sarah* We've gotta be careful... maybe there's a back entrance...

Sarah: *nods, and goes towards the alleyway next to the building, pistol in hand. seeing nothing suspicious, she waves Sam over and goes a bit farther into the alleyway*

Sam: *he creeps over to where Sarah is, wondering why HE wasn't leading at the moment. There wasn't a back entrance, but there WAS an open window. Peering a bit inside, he sees only darkness and cobwebs* There's our entrance*

Sarah: Alright. You want to go in first, or...?

Sam: *nods* I'll go first. *he climbs through the window, carefully so he doesn't disturb anything. When he sees what's actually in the room, he has to keep himself from crying out in horror*

Room: *blood paints the walls, the floor, the ceiling, every corner, every crack of the room. On a desk in the far corner, there was the gold name plate "Daniel Witterson" as well as four severed heads, all staring blankly at Sam when he had entered. All of them were rotting in various areas, covered in maggots and other bugs*

Sam: *staring at the heads, he can hear flies buzzing all around the room*

Sarah: *peers through the window* ...Sam? Sam, you okay in there? D:>

Sam: *whispering to Sarah* B-Blood Puppet did some decorating... it's safe in here, though...

Sarah: Okay--*climbs in through the window, and has to cover her mouth to avoid a cry of horror* oh my god...

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Sam: *nods* Right. I've got a few grenades in my trenchcoat if needed - maybe we'll head into the outpost's armory for some gas masks and knock-out gas bombs. *he starts getting ready*

Sarah: How fun... *gets up and gets dressed as well*

Sam: *grins at her mischievously* VERY fun. Sometimes I wish there was a mob around so I can have an excuse to use it. *puts on his coat and hat*

Sarah: *zips up her hoodie* I'm pretty sure you'd LOVE that. :P

Sam: Oh I would. :P *he eyes her hoodie* Gee, you wouldn't want to switch to something else? I mean... we're gonna be taking down a serial killer... a hoodie just doesn't seem to match.

Sarah: *raises an eyebrow at him* Commenting on my wardrobe now, are ya? >:P Fine, go eat something, I'll change. XP

Sam: *raises his hands defensibly* I didn't mean any harm from it, I was just saying... *he goes into the kitchen area to eat some cereal*

Sarah: *digs through her closet to find something that "matched" better. eventually, something catches her eye, and she grins, pulling all of it out of the closet and quickly putting it on, strapping belts and zipping shoes. she steps out of the room, arms crossed* Is this good enough?

Sam: *ends up staring at her belts* Yes. That's good enough. o/////o

Sarah: *raises both eyebrows at him* You sure?

Sam: Yesthat'sverygood. o///////o

Sarah: *snorts* You sure it's not TOO good? Because I can totally go change again if you need me to.

Sam: No no no no it's okay. You're fine. *he clears his throat* Anyway, let's go. Get the uh... The gas masks. And stuff. >///////>

Sarah: Right. :P *grabs the apartment keys and steps out into the hallway, waiting for Sam*

Sam: *puts his bowl in the sink then walks over to Sarah, opening the door for her* Alright. Out we go.

Sarah: Thank you, sir. :P *steps out, then waits for him to come out and locks the door behind him*

Sam: *gets on his motorcycle with Sarah and drives off to the military outpost. From there, he takes her to the armory, which was filled with various firearms and explosives and armor* Alright... here we are.

Sarah: *looks around* ...Awesome. So, do I get to pick what I want, or do I have to take what you give me? :P

Sam: Uhh... have you ever handled a gun before? D:>

Sarah: Yeeeep. You'd be surprised with what you learn when you're in the stunt business. :P

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Harry: *he stares at the ceiling until he forgets why and goes to sleep*

Claire: *stays awake until she's sure he's asleep. when he finally dozes off, she kisses his cheek and tries to fall asleep*

THE NEXT MORNING

Sam: *asleep or whatever and looks quite peaceful being asleep*

Sarah: *wakes up, and watches him for a little while, staying under the warm covers* ...

Sam: *waking up* Mmmorning...

Sarah: Morning... :) *nuzzles him* Sleep okay...?

Sam: Yes I did. Did you? :)

Sarah: I most definitely did... :)

Sam: Well... that's good. uh... I'll need to try hunting for Blood Puppet again today...

Sarah: *nods* Understood... *briefly kisses him* I'm still going with you.

Sam: Yeah... *he sighs sadly* ... I know... you sure you want to come with? <:/

Sarah: Completely sure. :/

Sam: ... Okay... so... we know he likes that old shoe factory... do you remember where he took you when he kidnapped you? <:(

Sarah: No... I was either unconscious or blindfolded... he had me strapped down to a chair, though... and it definitely wasn't a regular-old chair...

Sam: What kind of chair was it, then? This might be an important clue.

Sarah: It leaned back... not like a recliner, though, more like a... a dentist chair. Yeah, that's what it was! D:

Sam: A dentist's chair?? So then he must have taken you to a dentist's office somewhere in walking distance of the old shoe factory. We should start searching there! D:

Sarah: *nods* But we've gotta be ready for him, we can't just stroll in... didn't do us much good last time. D:

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