Putz12 Plus One

TWENTY THREE | THE KING REMAINS

When Free got the RV up and running, it was a shame everyone had been asleep. It was the loud horn of the vehicle that startled everyone awake, and Putz backed into a tree he swore he'd 'kill' if it did that to him again.

The ride was smooth, and Iza was checking behind her to make sure Sera wasn't there.

"Relax." Derek said. "I promise, she died. I saw her die. We all did."

Putz nodded. He didn't seem to look at her very much but there was that hint of something else in his eyes.

"Wait!" The RV stopped and everyone bounced in their seats, thankfully all were strapped and nobody hit their head.

"What was that for?!" Putz shrieked.

"Oh no, you've angered the monkey." Derek said as he looked back at him and scowled.

"How are we gonna get around them? The Order are there, aren't they?"

"Fuck." Said Putz.

"Double fuck."

Iza had been pondering. "Shouldn't they be at the city, inspecting things?" Then it made sense. The body. She gasped. "What if they saw Sera's body and took her?!"

"I understand your preoccupation with her, but seriously chick, if they were there don't you think they'd have waited for us to return and snatched us?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Free said. "What if they followed us?" The eerie silence followed.

"No, no, no." Putz ran to the back of the RV and got into fetal position. He began to cry.

"You alright, guy?"

"It's just, so stupid. All of this is so. Fucking. Stupid!" He winced and screamed (and if The Order did follow them, the pitches of this monster would turn them off from ever doing it again). "I wanna go home, I wanna play rainmaker, I actually want to fucking play rainmaker!"

"Well, we're gonna have to." Said Iza. "We need it to defeat them."

"If we don't calm down, we--"

He lurched out of his sleeping position and marched right to Free, pointing his finger at her nose. "Don't you ever. Tell me. To calm. DOWN!!!!"

"Yeah." Derek said, leaning back in his chair. "No way we were followed, they'd have found us ages ago by now with this dolt's screaming."

"Well, we need a plan regardless. We can't just burst in there. If only we could turn invisible."

And then Putz glared at Iza and they both smiled at each other.

"They're doing that weird thing again."

"Ink." They said.

Red. Blue-violet. Light pink. More blue. They were swimming fast now, and Putz had his dualie to spread ink everywhere. The campsite had been their only hope, as they were running out of places to discover. Any information would be useful, enough to get them ahead of The Order's plans. 

"Will this not leave tracks?" Asked Free. "Isn't this more risky?"

"It is, but we're just here to find some info and go. We only use the slithering to get into the buildings, and bust out."

Everyone was tip toeing now and they made sure to pave misleading trails of ink into gutters and trenches and anything they could find. The RV was far behind them now, and their swim speed gave considerable distance so they wouldn't be tracked. When Iza found herself next to Putz she saw the opportunity to talk to him, and considering Derek and Free were conversing she figured it was okay. "So... you've had the dualie this whole time?"