The Fast Lane On The Highway To Hell (OC x Loona)

Driven By Revenge

06:00, Undisclosed location

Turbo: I told you to not hit him too hard! You better hope he isn't dead! Yet, atleast...

Boost: How was I supposed to know? He's a hellhound, I had to make sure!

Kat: Can you two cut it out? Carbi's here...

Turbo: Oh great. Give us some damn privacy.

Carbi was leaning on a wall nearby smoking a cigarette as he noticed Turbo approaching him.

Turbo: You know, I was surprised you didn't try to help him after the plan. I though you two were tight!

Carbi: ... I'm not dumb enough to go up against Ring Troopers.

Turbo: Good boy. Also, good job on the breakout. That insider wasn't cheap and those shackled were beginning to hurt.

Carbi: ... don't mention it.

Turbo: Now, let's see the wonderboy, eh?

Carbi didn't speak as he followed Turbo to the room Nitro was being held in. Turbo entered the room with Nitro chained down to a chair and yanks the cone out of his head, waking him up in the process.

Nitro: What the-!

Turbo: Morning, sunshine. You didn't think I would just let go of you? After you ratted me out?

Nitro: You deserved it after turning on me. If I'm a rat, that makes you a snake.

Turbo punches Nitro hard, sending spit his spit flying out to the wall.

Nitro:... chains, really? Scared I'll break out?

Turbo: No, I just wanted you to feel how being chained down feels, like you did to me. Though, thanks to Carbi and others, I broke out.

Nitro: Carbi? He wouldn't-

Turbo: Oh yes he would. Infact, he already did.

That moment, Carbi walked in. He had the usual, stoic look on his face.

Turbo: Womp Womp. Well, I'll be off for now. I'm sure you two have a LOT to talk about~!

Turbo swiftly leaves the room, leaving Nitro and Carbi, just staring at eachother for a while.

Nitro: How could y-

Carbi: Save it. I'm getting you out of here. He wouldn't let me walk if I didn't help.

Carbi flipped out a magnum pistol, and aimed at the chains.

Nitro: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold the fuck up!

Carbi: Look, I knew you liked being tied down but this is just too much.

Nitro: I'm not- you motherfucker!

Carbi: Ha! But like, for real, why are you hesitating?

Nitro: Look, I... I have some contacts. Might as well call some backup, right? Grab my phone and call... Blitz.

Carbi reaches into Nitro's pocket and grabs the old flip phone and chuckles to himself.

Carbi: You still have this thing?

Nitro: Oh, I'm sorry, they didn't sell phones in prison!

Carbi: Anyway... Blitz, Blitz, Blitz... Aha! Is this what you were busy with when I called you?

Carbi smiles down at Nitro's phone as he dials the number.

Nitro: Kinda'. Hand it to me.

He then hands the phone to Nitro, even though his hands are chained.