The Blue & The Grey (Veterans Affairs)


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Heywood rubs his jaw. "Whoever sent those goons is going to be checking hospitals. We need to get out of here now. Dales said we could charge whatever we needed to the Bureau. I say we get outta here, shack up in some cheap flop, and get back to Pasadena in the morning. What do you think?"

[sblock=OOC]I've enjoyed the game, so far. [/sblock]
 

"I say we move on a little bit, head towards east not north. Then shack up and make for Pasedena tomorrow." Bishop will nod in agreement.

OOC
[sblock] Things are going well. I just have been extremely busy at work. [/sblock]
 

Heywood nods and heads back to Pruitt's room. He will tell the doctor that they have to leave now and wave his badge if the doctor tries to stop them. Outside he will hail a cab and ask to be taken to a cheap motel east of the hospital.
 

Bishop will pay cash for the hotel and cab (if possible, not want to wave a flag the FBI was here.)

"I think they will be watching the train station and buses for us. I think we should find another way to Pasedena." Bishop will mention to Heywood.
 

The doctor is surprised that you are leaving so early, but can't do anything about it once you pull a badge. Fortunately, Pruitt has been bandaged and appears alright to travel. You quickly get down to the street and hail a cab. The driver takes you to a run-down motel called the Walkright Inn, along the Pacific Coast Highway. You sign in for a room, paying cash.

-let me know what names you are using.

-widowmaker, I'm more than happy with the pace of the game and how you guys are doing. Just wanted to make sure it was still interesting. If you get back to Pasadena, I can do another story - probably one with more investigation, if that works.
 

Heywood will sign the log as Morgan Harris.

"A cab back to Pasadena is gonna cost, but it's probably the best way. What do you think?" he asks his partner. He also asks Pruitt how he's feeling.
 


Heywood grinned. "Yeah, I think that's what we're all hoping for, Mr. Pruitt. In the morning we'll get you somewhere safe."

Laying down to sleep that night, the detective wasn't grinning, though. His thoughts drifted to his father as they usually did in the quiet hours before sleep. He pictured his father screaming at him for f*cking up such a simple job earlier.

"All you had to do, boy, was pick up that quack and find out what he knows! You almost got him killed!" his father yelled at him.

Not being able to sleep, Heywood quietly sneaks out of the room, careful not to wake anyone. He walks down the street looking for a place to get a drink.
 

A few stops out of the motel room door, Heywood hears a rumbling noise. Looking out over the roofs of nearby buildings, he sees something glowing with lights hovering in the sky.
 

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