Brief Terror

Ty gives a little smirk before taking a sip of his pop. He'd told Libby when she'd picked him up from the road that he'd failed a test, but she didn't know how many times or why. Trying again wouldn't make any difference, unless his guessing got better. "I... don't think I'm gonna try again." He shrugs it off, moving on quickly as listens to her talk.

"Yeah well... this twenty-two-year-old doesn't always fit in a prefab mold either, so you're safe with me." Sliding off the stool and grabbing his cup with straw, he gestures to the other side of the arcade. "Lead the way, I'm all ears with time to kill."


It was dark. Gunner knew that just a few people remained at TJY, two of whom he'd asked to stay so he knew they'd be there. It was quiet on the main floor though with only a few overhead lights on, creating a bit of an eerie atmosphere.

JT follows behind Gunner, his nerves running high. He didn't like this secrecy and tip-toeing around TJY, but he'd reached his limit. He might have argued with Gunner in the beginning, but enough was enough. The old adrenaline from helping the Texas gang so many years ago was returning to his veins and there was a determination in his stride.

Scott works alongside Dalton, working past security barricades and swapping information. Gunner had called earlier and asked them to get as far as they possibly could... and had implied he would need them after hours.

A knock on the door makes Scott jump and he looks up to see two men dressed in black. For a split second, his blood runs cold and he knows that he just put the edge of the desk in a vice grip. It was a nightmare that only lasted less than a second, but it made his stomach flip and his face pale. It was Gunner.... it was just Gunner and JT.

Gunner sees the brief look of terror on Scott's face and gives him a glance of apology. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."

"Yeah." Scott lets his breath out and eyes Dalton a moment before trying to concentrate again. "Yeah, it's fine. We got all the stuff you wanted."

Gunner ambles forward. He and JT both were in black jeans, hoodies and baseball caps. Leaning on the desk, he eyes Dalton. "Scott said earlier there wasn't a cam in some of the rooms, including Bree's - most likely so no one could ever find a tape. But he said you'd gotten into the security system for all the hallways and main entrances. Can you swap out clean shots so we can get in undetected?"