Hey Sunshine

YES WYLAN

Wylan

GODDAMMIT - HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE? How had he been locked into his own room? For god's sake - his room locked from the inside? How did Jan Van Eck manage to lock him in it, while simultaneously never entering himself, and therefore not locking himself inside Wylan's room with him?

"Jesus Christ," Wylan muttered as he violently shook the door handle. Fear rose up through him in a flood and he swallowed as he tried to figure out what to do. Would his father just sit around and wait for him to die?

(Wylan was also privately grateful for the bathroom that connected to his room. Dear god, that could have gotten really embarrassing.)

"Okay, Wylan calm down," he ordered himself. "Let's go through everything possible. Phone? Father has it. Food? Might starve soon. Basic necessities? Again, have some, others might not be given to me and I might die a sad lonely death. Escape route?"
He looked outside the window and tried to gauge the distance.

Could he fall thirty feet? A part of him that let him dangle off of buildings dramatically was repeating 'YES WYLAN' enthusiastically, but another part of him thought that might be a little too broad a claim.

Was it really? Was a thirty foot drop really that much in the face of desperation and possible death?

He checked the window again and concluded that yes, yes it was.

"Breakfast for Master Wylan?" a servant's timid voice called and Wylan's head snapped as the door opened and the servant dropped off a steaming platter of food.

"Hi," Wylan said immediately, "I have no idea what's going on right now can you-?" The servant stared at Wylan with massive eyes, clearly terrified of something.

"I can't really talk right now," they whispered, voice cracking partly through their sentence. "I have to go, I'm so sorry Master Wylan, but please enjoy your breakfast."

Dumbfounded, Wylan looked at what he had gotten.

Then he took a double take.

Because right on the silver platter of food, was a small glass of hydrogen peroxide, and what looked (and smelled) strongly of vinegar.

Vinegar and hydrogen peroxide can create peracetic acid, he remembered. They were also common cleaning materials, so if his father tried to say anything, he could always just say one of the servants had left it behind! And Jan knew nothing about science - he would be safe.

Carefully setting to work mixing the two chemicals, he knew it wouldn't be enough. But hopefully he would get more liquid to work with through his meals, and soon enough, he would be able to cut through the wood on his door frame.

#

Jesper stared at Nina in disbelief. Inej stared at Nina in disbelief. Kaz stared at Nina in disbelief. Matthias stared at Nina in disbelief.

Nina calmly blew her nails and attempted to give one of the most terrifying women in the local mafia a high-five.

"Thanks Gretina," Nina said grinning. "I'm so glad you're helping us with this."
Gretina scowled at her. "I'm not doing this for you," she said, rolling her eyes. "Frankly, I care about absolutely none of you."

Kaz clasped Inej's arm a little tighter and the sound of ground teeth could be heard.

"Thanks anyway," Jesper said stiffly, staring at Gretina. "What are you saying? You're willing to offer the help of your mafia to aid our efforts to save Wylan?"
Gretina glared at him. "Firstly, I'm not doing this for Wylan," she bit the words out. "I'm doing this to get Sergie back. For some reason, Sergie seems to care a lot about him. And secondly, this is still Oksanochka's gang. She is the leader." She bared her teeth.

This time it was Jesper grinding his teeth.

"Okay calm down," Matthias muttered. "Thank you Gretina. We are grateful for your help. Speaking of which, where is Sergie?"

"Sergie's going to arrive in about five minutes, and apparently he got a random passenger on the way." somebody said. They all snapped their heads to see Bollinger walk up to them, a good ten or so people standing behind the man. "I assembled as many of them as I could on the spot - they're willing to fight. The rest are going to scope out the outside of the building. Provided we can figure out where Wylan is?"
"I know somebody that can do that," Kaz said secretively and three people scowled, but nobody said anything. Jesper breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh hell no!" somebody said.

"Goddammit," Jesper muttered.

"You will listen to his orders," Gretina snapped and then hesitated. "Well, within reason. But you will save this," she hesitated and only spoke her next sentence due to whatever Nina had muttered, "boy. He's playing at my wedding. I want him to actually be alive for that."
Disgruntled murmurs rose but for the most part, they all stayed quiet.

"I have him!" they heard a triumphant yell and once again, two people entered the room. Smiling, Jesper grinned as he saw Sergie enter the room, worry flushing his face.

The grin promptly fell as he saw the person next to be Sergie.

The person who - from Wylan's description - could only be Kuweii Yul-Bayur.

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ahhh so this has been kinda short but here you go *blinks innocently and then fastens blinking bc an eyelash has currently relocated into the floor below and into my eye*

thanks for reading,

mercy