⊰✝⊱ ❝—Sally..?❞
The low buzz of the radio, followed by Bookers own voice.. had she passed out? Eyes fluttered in the dim light, head throbbing as memories mixed and mingled together. Blurred visions of the past lingered as her present situation finally became clear again. Atlas, the bastard, he'd taken the girl and left her and Booker to rot. One step forward, two steps back. They were so close, so close to saving her. Now, they'd be lucky if they ever saw her again. She Hopefully, he'd honor their arrangement, whatever it was. Booker helped her blow smoke up the mans ass, and thankfully, he seemed to believe it.
Elizabeth pushed herself up, taking hold of the shortway radio, attaching it to the belt on her waist before turning to face the raggedy man next to her. It looked like Atlas' men had done a number on him as well. It seemed Booker was just now beginning to regain consciousness as well. So many questiones piled up in her mind, there wasn't much time. Might as well get started.
❝—What did you mean? Who is Suchong? For that matter.. what's your plan? How are we going to get Sally back?❞












