Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 34

"DRIVE!" Thundah yelled as she clutched her seat cushion.

"I'M FUCKING DRIVING!" Amb screamed back, pressing his foot harder onto the acceleration.

"THEN DRIVE FASTER!" Sprite yelled as she once again tried to call Dylan. She slammed her phone onto the floorboards after her ninth attempt to call Dylan failed. The last thing she heard during their phone call was a gunshot, which scared her to death.

"Guys, we need to stay calm," Feni said, trying to convince herself to stay calm than her teammates. "I'm sure everything will be alright. Have you been able to get a hold of Dylan's team yet?"

Sprite shook her head. "Zak won't pick up."

"Try Darryl then! He'll pick up!"

Sprite grabbed her phone from the floorboards and dialed his number, hoping that he'd answer.

The waiter brought out a small, plastic box that carried Dylan's dessert to the table as George and Clay laughed together. Clay had spent the last ten minutes retelling one of his many stories he had from being a stripper during his previous mission. This one in particular was the story of how he had to learn how to dance. Clay was laughing from embarrassment while George was entertained by it.

"Wait, so you like, had to get more flexible just to go undercover?" George asked through giggles.

"Yeah. You know, it's not really that funny."

"Yes, it is! Clay, you learned how to dance just to work for Forte!"

Clay rolled his eyes as a smile grew across his face. "It's whatever. On the plus side, I know how to ballroom dance."

"Wait, really?!"

"Yeah, Ruby taught me how when I was learning how to pole dance."

George leaned on his hand. "I wish I could dance. I'm awful at it."

Clay grabbed his hand. "I'd love to teach you, sometime. Maybe I can teach you on our next date?"

"Oh, there's gonna be a second date?"

Clay leaned in slightly. "I mean, if you'd want to, I'd love to take you out again."

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that." George then noticed Clay's gaze shift from his eyes down to his lips. George knew what he wanted because he wanted the same thing. The two leaned into each other, but just before their lips touched, George's phone rang. He reluctantly picked it up without even seeing who was calling. "Hello?"

"GEORGE!" Darryl yelled on the other end. George turned on the speakerphone so that Clay could hear everything. Darryl sounded incredibly stressed and panicked, so he figured Clay should listen to it too. "Technoblade isn't working alone! Dylan was right! You need to get back to Clay's place, NOW!"

"Woah, calm down. What's happening?"

"George, we know who the next agent target is. You two need to get home NOW!"

Just then, Clay's communicator began going off loudly. "Why is it beeping so loud?" George asked.

Clay began shaking. "It means an agent is in distress and their team isn't responding." He looked up, his eyes full of fear. It all clicked in George's head. The two both spoke in unison as they realized they had to get home as fast as they could.

"Dylan!"

Tw: The fight isn't done. Below is some more violence and blood for literally the rest of the chapter. Sorry folks, but don't read on if you are triggered by such things.