Delinquents -Octane x Reader-

Run to the rescue.

You rushed out the door, breaking a sweat to the local jail. You panted, looking the secretary in the eye. "Wheres Octavio Silva?" The secretary gave a confused look. "He ran off, you didn't see the news? Do you have any information on where he's at?"  You shook your head, the worry fading away. "I'm sorry I, just uh, I'm a fan." you chuckled nervously and began to walk out the jail building. Where the hell is he? You pulled out your phone to call Octavio, usually, it would be to much work yo actually talk to someone, but this was Octavio. You could spend hours talking to him.  The phone rang for an uncomfortable amount of time before he picked up. "Hola senorita." you felt a bit of rage bit up inside of you, but you calmed yourself. "Where are you, Octavio?" there was a pause almost as if he was thinking about telling you or not. "I can't tell you, you know the cops could pull this call, right?" you sighed, kinda wanting to cry. "Please..go to the park." you didn't give him a chance to respond and ended the call. You headed off to the park. Suddenly someone gave you tap on the back, you stiffened and turned to see someone about your age.