𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 . . .
A woman named Y/n DeChu Donowitz A.K.A "The Walking Wipe Out" and her dog Mischa, meet two reporters while seeking shelter from the harsh desert. One thing is for sure, Donowitz would never have guessed th...
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It was the morning and we were all in the car. The ratio was spewing out things about the plants still being stolen and how authorities haven't found a suspect, even though it's obvious. Well...maybe not to them, but to me.
I was sitting in the middle of Vash and Wolfwood. Mischa was in his usual place laying across the three of us. Vash had his head turned away from me, looking out the window like an angry toddler.
I rolled my eyes at his childishness and looked over at Wolfwood, who was also looking out the window. Memories of last night flooded my head. I guess he sensed that I was looking at him, and he looked back at me.
I smiled and he smiled back. His hand came up to rest on my thigh, and rubbed it gently with his thumb.
Suddenly the ratio stopped and Roberto spoke up.
"if memory serves, there's a sandsteamer that leaves from the port ahead. You'll be able that puppy straight to July."
At nodded at the old man's words.
"So are we just leaving our car here." Meryl questioned.
"You're coming with us?" I asked her. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't want you guys to get hurt following our asses around."
"We're not coming with. We gotta get back to headquarters. We can write ten articles on our old pal now."
"Wait no!" Meryl exclaimed.
Roberto looked over his shoulder. "That good with you old pal?" He asked Vash. The blond looked up at him for a second, then shrugged his shoulders.
Meryl sighed.
The ride to the port was silent; only the sound of sand hitting the car doors was heard.
Vash, Wolfwood and I got out of the car and grabbed our stuff. I took a low quality black duffel bag out of Mischa's pack and put my gun in it, then put it over my shoulder.
The three of us said our goodbyes to the reporter and made our way across the bridge to the sandsteamer, Mischa at my side.
"I thought you four had something special?" Wolfwood said.
