#thefoxnet

The foxes had been a fractured mess from day one. They were a team with no concept of teamwork and they determined their hierarchy through force.

“I hate you,” Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” “I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed. “You are a pipe dream,” Andrew said. “Go inside and leave me alone.”

“They knew he hated vegetables but loved fruit, that his favorite color was gray, and that he didn’t like movies or loud music. They were things Neil understood only in terms of survival, but his teammates hoarded these insights like gold. They were piecing Neil together and building a real person around all of his lies. They found the parts of him no disguise could change.”

they don’t know who we are. not really. they don’t know what we’ve done, what we’ve managed together. so let’s go show them they chose the wrong damn fight.

| send me a choice

No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself.

ALLISON J. REYNOLDS  ー DEFENSIVE DEALER