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: "..."

even look at him-just

I ride the

a bear? Pfft, just wait," Evan shot back. "I've got an even bigger show planned. Oh,

to Tarquin. "You got

"Uh... just the shrooms."

not even

his baseball cap nearly

started to

home, obviously. And as

get another word in, Bernard

on ahead and find those folks. Evan and I will grab the gear and

then, poof-they were

Tarquin: “...

idea what those two

swipe from home, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't want

started following the GPS towards the group's last

didn't rush; he needed to wait for Bernard and Evan anyway. He wanted to warn them about the Scarred Guy before they

crossed paths with Mr. Scarface without a heads-up,

of them might end ity up wrecked. Both were incredibly tough and a fight between them

had to warn Bernard

overhead blocked whatever moonlight there

chirped and strange

bone-deep sound that rose

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