Slowly, then all at once a dream (4)

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Jeremwood
Word count: 6453
Chapters: 4

Inevitable

"How is this planned ?!" Jeremy had to scream to be heard over the roar of the gunfire.

The cops had snuck in, and the Fakes, plus Jeremy, were pinned down in the office area of the bank. Duffles of cash and valuables were piled by their sides.

"Shut up and let me think!" Geoff shouted over them.

A distant explosion had them ducking further behind their cover.

"What-?"

A second, bigger explosion consumed the question.

Eyes fell on Mogar.

He threw his hands up in bewilderment. "Wasn't me!"

Jack had a thoughtful look on her face, eyes on Jeremy.

The bank rocked with a deep, resonant boom that was as much felt as heard, and everything vanished in a wave of dust and smoke, the lights all failing as something electrical broke.

A brief moment of settling, then-

Machine-gun fire, muzzle-flashes ghostly in the abrupt darkness.

Screaming, running, begging. Orders to fall back, regroup outside.

Death himself, appearing through the dust, a flashlight held up, silence falling as the fleeing cops left their dead behind.

"Ramsey!" A deep voice called out. The figure was advancing slowly, head turning this way and that.

It was Vagabond.

"Geoff, what do we do, Geoff?" Gavin hissed frantically at their leader, fear evident in his shaky voice.

"Might be our only chance!" Geoff hissed back, his eyes falling contemplatively on Jeremy. "And we have insurance, anyway."

The man surged to his feet, hands popping up immediately as the flashlight and a gun swiveled to focus on him.

"Vagabond! Hey! Fancy, uh, meeting you here. You come here often?" Geoff's voice was tense beneath the almost-pleasant tone.

"Shut up, Ramsey," that voice was cold and dark, a threat hidden beneath the words.

"We have someone you want, don't we?" Geoff answered quickly, voice calm and sure.

Jeremy shivered, afraid for Vagabond in that heavy moment of silence.

Ryan froze.

Ramsey knew. He knew .

Fuck. How? Did they hurt him?

He couldn't answer the man around the lump of terror in his throat.

"You're gonna need to get us all out, or he'll die in here with us!" Ramsey's words made him move.

He stalked forward, an uncomfortably animal snarl ripping out of his throat.

"What have you done ?!"

Ramsey was brave. Ryan would give the man that, even as he snatched him by the front of his ruined suit jacket and pulled him close. The older man grimaced, a wary look to his face, but he met Ryan's eyes boldly.

It pissed him off to no end.

"Where is he?" His voice had dropped, dark and dangerous and quiet in his fury. Fully in the Vagabond mindset. Ready to kill or be killed.

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