Open for anyone at Darwin || youâre finally here â Bunny & ?
   It had been a few hours since the first two escapees had arrived at the boat, and Bunny was beginning to grow irritated. She wasnât well known for her patience and polite manners, so the fact she hadnât completely snapped at someone by now was a miracle. She was here for Wyatt, after all, she couldnât allow her anger to get the better of her and so she tucked herself away in the confines of her room and told the guards to let her know whenever someone else arrived, bored of standing on the deck in the cold.    She was playing a mobile game, laying back on the plush double bed with her legs dangling over the end. A knock at the door bought a roll of her eyes and an annoyed âwhat?â in response, when one of her men told her more people were spotted on the horizon she locked her phone and heaved herself up, pulling on her jacket and scarf and heading up to the deck to await their arrival to the yacht.    âBe careful, you can never be sure if theyâre ours or notâ she instructed the guards who held their guns carefully, ready to aim at the approaching figures. Bunny leaned casually against the railing, watching with the gaze of a lion eyeing approaching prey. When they were close enough, she waved a hand for a few men to go down to greet them and help them onto the boat, she wasnât completely heartless, she knew theyâd had a long journey.
Leland waved off the otherâs help as best he could, stumbling onto the ship in a state of exhaustion. He stomped over to the nearest seating and collapsed, breathing a huge sigh of relief in spite of the fact that this was not what Wyatt had described to any of them. Leland didnât seem to care. Or maybe he just didnât even remember.
âWhatâs cooking?â He asked, genuinely hoping that something was.











