He knew all too well the damage that explosive devices could cause, and he knew he didn’t want to see anyone suffer from it who didn’t deserve it, especially now that he had turned over a new leaf and was trying to go straight. The Search-and-Rescuenet agents are there now and they can’t find anything either.” Now the tears were in Elliott’s eyes too. even though deep down, I knew I wouldn’t.” He got off the bench and limped to Elliott, who pulled him into a hug that he returned. The Dying Informant started and looked over at him. we thought you’d been seriously hurt and might go collapse in the street somewhere!” He barely seemed to notice Snakes was there, and Snakes didn’t attempt to draw any attention to himself. “Scott, why did you take off like that?!” he cried, his voice filled with the pain and agony that Scott also carried. Snakes started and looked over as a short brunet ran up to them. But that doesn’t make it any easier to lose one of the best friends you could ever have.” He closed his eyes, but they snapped open at a frantic cry of “Scott!” in the distance. “You can’t be part of a dangerous thing like crime-fighting without it.” “I knew something like that would happen someday,” he said. Then, sitting next to him, Snakes began to examine for injuries. Swearing under his breath, Snakes half-dragged Scott to the bench now and sat him down on it. He honestly was injured, and he swayed and fell against Snakes as the Southerner tried to brace himself for the impact. Uttering the dreaded words seemed to zap him of the remainder of his strength. That sent a shockwave through the agent that pierced him to his very soul. “What’s going on, Scott? Is someone dead?” “I keep thinking maybe I’ll find him wandering around too.” I keep fighting fate and praying that I’ll find things are different than they really are.” He clutched tightly at Snakes’ hands now. I didn’t mean to wander away from the site. “Come on, we’ll sit on this bench and you tell me.” He tried to guide the Dying Informant to a green metal bench just behind them, but the agent stood still. He had known Scott was not stoic and emotionless, even though he was faithful and loyal to the cause, but this show of utter heartbreak definitely left the battered gambler shaken. Now Snakes could see tears chasing each other down the secret agent’s cheeks. “Did the crook you were after set you up?” “You look like you just came out on the wrong end of an explosion,” Snakes frowned. ” He fell forward, shaking, and would have likely collapsed to the sidewalk if Snakes had not been right there to support him. The Dying Informant trembled, reaching up to grip Snakes’ arms. “What’s wrong with you? What mission are you coming back from now?” For a moment he stared at Snakes, haunted, unable to believe that he had really found someone he actually knew.ĭisturbed now as well as worried, Snakes reached out and grabbed the Dying Informant’s shoulders. The young man looked up, his eyes haunted, his curly hair a flying mess, his dark fedora perched at an angle on his head. He also would have never expected to know the person. The last thing he had expected to find was a dazed and dizzy man several chronological years younger than himself, stumbling around the corner of the next block. But in spite of his dislike of the heat, he had built a life for himself in the city and fully intended to stay. The weather was perfect, somewhat of a rarity in the Gardena section of Los Angeles. Usually he took public transport, but today he felt like walking. It was an average autumn evening when Snakes Tolliver, clever gambler and expert time-traveler (according to his descriptions of himself), left his apartment and started the walk to Slim Marcus’s casino. And of course, fictional Rockapella only, dearies, as per their fictional backstory given in season 3 of Carmen Sandiego. My story version is very different from the role-play in many ways, but many elements of the basic core plot are the same. Any other characters and the story are mine, albeit the basic premise of the plot comes both from a Hardy Boys episode called Sole Survivor and a role-play based on it that I did with Crystal Rose of Pollux. Notes: The characters from shows and any songs are not mine. But even as flashbacks reveal what led up to the disaster, the present shows that not all is as it seems. Summary: A mission to Los Angeles leaves the group shattered. Main Characters: Fictional Rockapella (Sean, Scott, Elliott, Barry), Snakes Tolliver, Dr. Fandom: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?
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