I'd Start A Riot //Dyle//

Chapter Twenty Four

There was a time, when Kyle was a child, that he would be the hero of his own action story. He would save the world, be his own Superman and have his name up in the lights, the whole world knowing his name. He would dream about it as he lay in bed at night, and it would be in his daydreams whilst he was in school. Every time he was asked what he wanted to be when he was older, he always had the same response: the man who saves the world.

Of course, this dream wasn't really possible, and as he got older, he began to realise just that. At eleven, when he went into secondary school, he settled more on being a world-famous musician than a world-famous superhero.

Today, however, it feels like he's going to be carrying out his long-deceased childhood fantasy.

"Kyle, can I have a word a moment?" Woody speaks clearly over the collective volume of the crowd as he lightly grabs Kyle in a friendly way. He pulls him out of the room and somewhere private, so they can speak in peace. Woody takes a deep breath and prepares himself to have this conversation with Kyle. "You... You have to be prepared to not have Dan back," he says softly, looking at Kyle with a look in his eyes that suggests more empathy than sympathy. "You have got to be prepared that there is nothing we can do if... If he is one of those agent things. I don't want to get there and have no idea what to do if he looks like one of those monsters, right?"

The other man nods casually, almost as if Woody had asked him down the pub. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"No, Kyle. I'm deadly serious about this. You might go in there, and Dan, Dan could be dead for all we know. You have to be prepared for anything in there to become a reality quickly. You have to be prepared that any of us may not come back from this. That includes you. One person could lose their life, or all of us. These are real possibilities, Kyle, not a game."

"I know."

"Kyle- no. You're not getting this. If... If Dan is one of them, there's really only one thing we can do," he sighs, showing him the gun. "That's the only thing we can do."

"N-no, it's, it's not... No..." Kyle stammers, trying to wrap his brain around the idea that he may have to put a bullet through Dan's brain. He knows he won't have the guts to do it, someone else would have to.

But that means no Dan. Ever.

Suddenly, Kyle's stomach drops, and he feels everything that's in his stomach- whilst not much- come rushing up. He turns away from Woody and vomits on the floor.

"Kyle," Woody rubs his back, "I'm not saying that will happen," he says, shaking his head, "It's just a possibility we have to take into account."

The man had been so caught up trying to get to Dan and so focused on himself, he completely ignored the idea of anyone else getting caught up in this. Getting injured. Dying...

"I can't let you guys do this, Woods," he says, coughing and numbly wiping his mouth. He stays hunched over, still not trusting himself. The world around him is spinning. "You have a wife and a kid. What if something happens to you?"

"Yeah? What about Charlie? He has a reason to do this too. So does will. So does Ralph. We all do. We all have our reasons, Kyle. If something happens, it happens. But this is, at the end of the day, more for the country than anything else."

Kyle can only nod and take deep breaths. His heart is hammering in his chest, but he can no longer find the words to speak with.

"Right. This is the game plan," Woody announces loudly to everybody, being the most confident one in the group, he has taken on the role of being the leader. "We need people to cause the initial disruption, so they send out some people. Then we attack from work, working our way inside. From there, we play by ear. Does everyone have weapons? Good. Who's going to be the first few, then?"