OPERATION: TRANSFER

DISSEMINATION

EPILOGUE - DISSEMINATION
Bee's House, Blackwood, SK

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Three people sit around a table, cards held by each. A deck of cards lies next to a pile of other cards. One person puts down a card. "YOU FUCKER," one of them says. They take four cards from the deck. The table starts to laugh, except for the one who took the four. "You fucking suck, Ruth," another person says. "Heh. Thank you," they sarcastically reply.

...

A person scribbles on a notebook. Another person approaches them. "What are you doing, Hayhay?" they ask. "Dude—uh, I'm just drawing us again. The usual, you know?" Hayden replies. "I see," the other person says. "You're really obsessed with drawing us, huh?" they add. "Why wouldn't I be?" Hayden replies.

...

"Hey, Hayden, where are you? We're gonna pay soon," someone says, right in front of the counter. "Ah, shit, yeah. Hold on, Bee," Hayden replies, walking to Bee. He takes something out of his pocket. "Here, take my wallet," he says, handing it to Bee. "What? No, it's fine. I have the cash," they say, pushing the wallet back to Hayden.

...

"Pretty calm outside, huh?" Hayden remarks, sitting on a swing. "Yeah. It's... kinda nice," Bee says. "Way better with you, though," they add, smirking. "Oh, shut up!" Hayden spouts, Bee giggling at them. "Come on, it's true!" they say. Hayden struggles to speak. "Y-Yeah, well, it's just—" he stammers. "UGH, whatever," he adds, giggling to himself.

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"I'm glad we can spend as much time as we do, you know?" Bee says. "Yeah... it's nice," Hayden replies, looking up at the moon. "I find it kinda funny... I felt like absolute garbage for what felt like... the entire day," he says, turning to Bee. "But... we just hang out for a couple hours and look at me. I feel way better now!"

"Heh, guess it's just what I do to you," Bee remarks. "I guess!" he replies. "But, if you feel that bad again, or worse, you can always talk to me, mi sol," they say, their voice shifting to one of empathy. "I'll be here for you. Always," they add, holding Hayden's arm. "Heh... I'll be here for you too–"

...

Bee puts away the camcorder.

They lean back in their chair, a frosted window being the only thing illuminating the room. A desk stands beside Bee, with a radio plugged in to the side. An empty wall is in front of Bee; an outline of a bulletin board is still left there. The said bulletin board is on the floor, its contents scattered.

They can only daydream about Hayden at this point. They were picturing good memories, scrolling through old videos in their camcorder, desperate for anything that could make them think of him. There's been no sign of him anywhere, and they're still holding out hope that he's still out there. Bee can never be too sure, though.

Bee starts to think about what happened to Hayden, and they aren't exactly good thoughts. It's always returning to the thought of Hayden probably being dead, though there's no evidence that he has... nor is there evidence that he hasn't.