Beeps and Buzzes

🦕 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5

　　　　

There was a good plan, and a plan.

This was by far the most back-breaking, muscle destroying plan you've ever been a part of. Worst thing was there was little to be done about it. Even if you tried - and try you did - realistically, sacrifices had to be made.

Today's sacrifice being your Spine.

Curled up in Bees boot, body contorted at angles you simply weren't designed for, mumbling bitterly every time a corner was turned. You knew he could hear you, bless his heart he was trying to avoid speed bumps and potholes, and though you appreciated his efforts it still didn't mean you were any less pleased.

Your tiny claustrophobic dwelling was poorly illuminated by a pen torch, clutched tight in your sweaty palm. Trusting that this entire space was clean, a part of your psyche remained convinced that spiders of some such could come crawling out at any second!

This all went without mentioning an inability to see where exactly you were going. Knowing Point A and Point B was one thing, knowing you'll get there safely was another, however not knowing what lurker outside was terrifying! Any second you could just stop and have guns trained on your curled up body and there was a sitting possibility you wouldn't react fast enough!

Never again, are you doing this.

In fact, scratch that, if you ever needed to strut into public, you're wearing a wig and eye contacts. Or pull a Superman manoeuvre by wearing the thickest, ugliest glasses you could grab hold of! Just anything to avoid feeling like some part of a consensual kidnapping scenario run by lunatics!

But, I digress.

Tuning into Cade and Shane's little conversation which went little beyond a father trying to size up a new boyfriend, absolutely dragging the poor guy through the ringer and getting a sadistic kick from it. Loathing how Cade had chosen this time to have such conversations. They weren't the only ones at risk here! God, if only you could weigh in with a little common sense!

Rapping your fingers against the flooring, adjusting your position so you were facing the Catch. Huffing. Hearing a request for ID, you fulfilled your single purpose on this outing. Filling an otherwise quiet space with periodic high-pitched beeps dancing in tandem with a dull light. In a matter of moments, you opened a door for them - by simply turning the guards scanner green.

Abruptly jostled in a less than soothing fashion, sliding back as Bee took a trip downhill, expression glum with resignation. Sooner you were out, the better.

"That's a badass robot!" Shane awe'd unexpecrandomly, a tint of appreciation lain heavy "kinda looks like you, Bee"

Fingers resting against the boots poorly concealed latch hook, brows furrowed, without any visuals left in a literal conversational dark "the hell?" curious over what triggered such remarks, although mostly overcome with a desperate need to crawl out for much needed open space.

Whispering an impatient 'lemme out', Bee responded within seconds as a click led to the boot door rising up. Immediately blinded by futuristic white, highly polished plastic surfaces... you kinda wanted to crawl back into the darkness.

Wincing, hand flying up to shade your eyes, propping yourself up on the other arm. Legs swinging out, shoetips gracing the vinyl floor before attempting to stand. Stumbling forwards, a single arm held out for balance, other massaging a freshly formed crink.