Guns & Roses

Chapter 28

                                  [Sheriff]

He watched Deimos turn the corner, leaving him on his own which made him feel, well, lonely. Sheriff didn't really mind, he expected to be out here alone, they just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He considered doing the same as Deimos and going to sleep, but the knot in his stomach persisted despite feeling generally better, threatening him with a sleepless night. It was fine though, he was staying in the building with Hank while the others redid their mission, which gave him the chance to let himself be miserable for a while to let the feelings pass.

In the meantime, between trying to get Hank in a friendlier mood toward him, he could brainstorm another way to contact hq. A lot of his previous ideas wouldn't work, and with very limited resources at his disposal there didn't seem to be many other options. Nonetheless, he had a job to do for the safety of Nevada. He had to at least try.

Besides, if he didn't...
He shivered, recalling the malice in Auditor's voice as they sent him off. He couldn't afford to fail.

He sat down against the wall, getting his breathing back in check pretty quick. He needed to focus on now. He had a whole night to waste, sleeping wasn't an option, and there wasn't much in the way of entertainment. So, what could he do?

Sheriff looked around, hoping for some sort of inspiration. His eyes landed on something moving in the distance. He couldn't quite make it out, so he stood up, squinting in an attempt to see what it was. It was a sign, a stop sign. It was zipping through the ground, zigzagging in a fashion where he could never tell where it was going next. His heart dropped as he realised what it was.

Trying to run did nothing, his legs just wouldn't move, leaving him to watch in horror as it came closer. It stopped in front of him, as he just stared it down, praying it somehow didn't realise he was there. After a few seconds he managed to kid himself into thinking he might get away with whatever he was doing. That was, until Tricky burst up from the ground, causing Sheriff to fall back on his ass as the thought to shout for help crossed his mind.

He tried, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak. That was it? He was almost annoyed, but fear gripped him much stronger than anger ever could. He looked up to them, knowing full well that whatever happened, he was completely at their mercy.

"COWBOY!!"
Fuck. He was in for it now wasn't he?

"CLOWN HAS MESSAGE FROM CHRISTOFF!"
He was genuinely shocked by what was happening. Tricky? A message? Christof?? The realisation set in as he noticed how loud they were being.

So, he began desperately shushing them, pointing to the building and trying to mouth.
"They're sleeping"

Thankfully, the clown kept quiet. Sheriff let out a shaky sigh, relieved, though still very frightened. He was going to give himself a few seconds to get his breathing back in check, but Tricky had other ideas. They picked Sheriff up, catching him off guard as they slung him over their shoulder like he weighed nothing. Normally, he'd voice his protests, but considering who he was dealing with, he couldn't help but feel he was on thin ice.

They dropped him on the ground after about a minute of them... floating? From Sheriff perspective it seemed like it. He knew he needed to focus, whatever this was it was probably important, but his mind was racing with questions, none of which he could even begin to put into an understandable sentence.

"COWBOY OK??"
They'd stuck their sign's pole into the ground, bending the metal so the sign was parallel to the floor. They were using it as a seat, albeit, a very elevated one.