#garwalker

If you’re wondering why an old fashioned letter is on your hands right now, it’s mostly because I ran out of spare denarii and if you have a secret cellphone, you never gave me the number. Also, I hope you followed my advice and went back to your camp so this letter can reach you, and yeah, there’s that thing about you and the bestie getting your shit together. I really hoped that happened. You look cuter when you smile Ok, don’t read that.

I really don’t know if we are something now, you know, something, as in serious titles and stuff, but I miss you. And I miss seeing your face on an Iris-message. And you’re probably gonna laugh because you’re a jerk like that, but I miss seeing you smile. And your cake, gods do I miss that. There’s this guy missing from our hit list (did I ever tell you what my quest was about?) and when we get him, we can go home. I already hated the guy, this just adds another reason for me to kick his teeth in when we found him.

I suck at writing letters, how did people do this all the time before? Anyway, here’s Wonderwall I think that’s pretty much it. I don’t know when I’ll be seeing you again, but I want you to know that I miss you and everything I told you that time in NY stands true. I’ll give you a sign as soon as I’m back. Take care, hot stuff. Don’t be a jerk.

XO

                                                                                                Tony

What were the odds of a trail leading them to New York right after her talk with Garrett? Very, very slim, but it had happened, and she would have suspected godly intervention weren’t she so relieved about it. She needed to see Garrett. The moment she realized that, after their Iris-talk, she had to admit to herself she was starting to fall for the jerk, but she could put her feelings in order after she made sure the aforementioned jerk was okay. So, when the NY-bound trail showed up, she rushed to pack her stuff and find a way to get there, earning a confused look from Kendall, who had enough good sense to really not ask what was going on. Their latest driver, the Chevy owner, ended up being one of her mother’s friends, back when she was Centurion, and Tony knew she wouldn’t get a better chance to ask a wild favor. The lady gave her a confused look (what was with people looking at her that way?), but agreed to pick up a boy on the side of the road in Long Island, since it was oh so very vital to the quest.

“Walker! Hey!” Maybe her timing for a second Iris-message wasn’t the best, but there wasn’t really much time to lose; a public bathroom didn’t stay empty for too long. “Remember what we talked about? A car is gonna pick you up later. You’re gonna owe me a big ass ice cream if you don’t show up.” Iris-Garrett gave her a confused look (ugh), but she made the tiny rainbow disappear with her hand before she could hear his answer. Hopefully, he’d go. If he didn’t... well... she was kinda used to disappointment already.