If Gerald wasn't around, it was always the old lady who had to worry about

everything.

The old lady was out of options, so then it fell to Quincy Howard.

Bernard and Walter were wild cards-one loved to solve problems with his fists,

the other preferred to charge in with whatever weapon he could find.

Usually, if something was going down in the mountains, these two weren't the first people you'd call.

They just waited for orders and did what they were told.

Their position among the big shots? Well, it was about as humble as Evan's was whenever he stood in front of Elliot and Elijah.

Tarquin nodded.

"I got it. I asked Grandma for some shrooms-uh, hallucinogens. I was thinking..."

He started laying out his plan, but before he'd even finished, Bernard and Evan were already getting hyped.

"Sounds good! Solid plan! We're in! Let's do it!" they both chimed in, way too excited.

Tarquin: "..."

and the kid didn't even look at him-just grinned at each

I ride the black bear through their camp-scare the pants off

just wait," Evan shot back.

to Tarquin. "You

"Uh... just the shrooms."

"Not enough, not even close. Evan, c'mon, time

his baseball cap

the odd pair started to

home, obviously. And as for what-just

word

find those folks. Evan and I will grab the

then, poof-they were

Tarquin: “...

had no idea

home, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't want them to go, but he couldn't exactly

Tarquin checked his smartwatch and started following the

needed to wait for Bernard and Evan anyway. He wanted to

without a heads-up, fists would

Bernard and Scarface went at it, both of them might end ity up wrecked. Both were incredibly tough and a

to

it was pitch black out. The dense branches overhead blocked

strange rustlings

wild beasts howled-a chilling, bone-deep sound that rose and fell through

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