Dementophobia || Sanders Sides

12. Followed

Really early update because I'm going on a trip and need sleep lol

TW: swearing, talk of gangs, basically the usual tags, being followed,

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"What do you mean we're being followed?!"

"I thought it was pretty simple to understand." Virgil was calm and nonchalant, while Roman looked about ready to fall off of the edge into insanity and panic. "We're being followed."

"I understand that part," Roman huffed. "Why did you not say anything before? How did you even notice?"

"Well, I wasn't sure before that we were being followed." Virgil shrugged. "The red car behind us had pulled into the gas station soon after us, and yet I never saw the person get out to get gas. Nor did they ever go inside to pay for gas. Then when we pulled out of the station they pulled out as well, and have been following us ever since. We're driving the speed limit on the interstate. If they weren't following us, they would've passed us long before now."

"What are we going to do?" Roman moved to turn so he could look out the window at the other car, but Virgil placed a hand on his arm to stop him, not even taking his eyes off of the road.

"The first thing we're going to do is make it look like we aren't aware that we're being followed." A quick glance in the rearview mirror was the only indication that anything was suspected, and that was a normal thing that all drivers did. "That means no looking back at the car. The license plate number means nothing to us if we can't turn it in, and turning it in is out of the question."

"Sad but true. I don't think they'd react very well to a stalker and a serial killer turning in a gang member," Roman joked. He was clearly still nervous, but less panicked.

"Eh, you never know. They might throw a party." Virgil smiled, seeing as Roman's nerves slowly melted away some more. "On the bright side, if the car doesn't have a listening device then whoever is in that car will have one hell of a surprise."

"What on earth are you planning?" Roman asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over at Virgil, who only smirked in response. "Well? What's going on? I don't like being out of the loop."

"You'll be in the loop soon enough," Virgil said. "The plan is simple, really, but it's better to wait until when it's needed to tell you. That way you actually listen and have no time to protest."

"That's... that's actually fair," Roman grumbled.

"You might want to start charging your phone. I bought a car charger when we were at the gas station. It should be in the bag with the extra food we bought."

"May I ask why?" Roman started rummaging around for the charger.

"Later we're going to need to find a hotel. Preferably one with absolutely horrible security." Roman gave him a look, which made Virgil laugh. "I told you, Roman. You don't get to know the plan until we're actually doing the plan."

"Fine. You'd better not kill me in some shitty hotel."

"Trust me, if I was going to kill you, I would've done so already." Roman gasped playfully.

"You like me now!"

"Not a chance in hell, Roman." Maybe a small chance. Just a little one.

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"They seem to be preparing to exit the interstate, sir."

Logic sighed, tapping his pen on the desk. These reports were beginning to bore him.

"Then follow them," he stated coldly. It was almost mechanical at this point. There were so many orders he had to repeat. That was the price for having stupid lackeys, but at least they would be less likely to get ideas about trying to take over, and any that did would be taken care of. It was simple, just how he liked it. "I shouldn't have to tell you fifty times. Where they go, you follow. If you have the opportunity, catch them. If not, we can follow them to the location of the Sewer Rats' hide away. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, sir."

"Then don't waste my time on stupid questions." He hung up the phone, tossing it back onto his desk.

It had always been the goal to find the hide out of the opposing gang and take them out. He was closer than ever to finally ousting all of the competition and being on top. Power; that's what this was all for.

Logic carefully picked up the message Evadore had returned with, reading through its contents again. The scrawling writing was like nails on a chalkboard to his eyes. There was something poetic to be said about the chaos held there, but he had never been much of a poetry lover.

"Well, Remus. Is this checkmate?"

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