whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Shut up man this is a matter of life or statue now.] Yeah sounds like a plan.

[Except wait.] You know the way out?

[Shoulder pat. He gets a sinking feeling, that kind that you get when you're being watched.]

...I thought you did.

[They were only here once before. Eames and Arthur seemed to know where they were heading.]

I don't come here too often--[Snap of his green eyes to the left.] Fuck it's another one.

[A statue. But no Freddy it's actually the same one just following you and Mr. White.]

And I do?

[He follows Freddy's gaze. And then tries to look for the other.]

...It might be the same one. Unless they travel in packs. Fuck how does it keep on moving so fast?

[They didn't get all that far.]

Look for the red or green exit signs.

What the fuck is it? [And before Larry starts up on the kid and his knowledge of superheroes and sci-fi...] They don't got shit like this in comics.

[They kind of do in D&D but Freddy's not thinking so clearly.] You keep an eye on it, I'll look for the exit sign.

[Unless the old man wants to do it the other way around but that's why Freddy is taking the lead...cause Larry has a stone cold gaze that could freeze any old statue. Right?]

It's a statue. [At face value.] Maybe it's one of those artists you know, at the street fair.

[The face is covered. But it's speed? that he can't explain. Okay. Watching now making sure it doesn't get too close.]

It's... [by fractions of inches it's creeping.] Fuck, kid we need to get away.

I'm trying to figure it out, man, give me a second.

[Network device out, he's actually searching 'map of city library'....meanwhile there's a second statue lurking up ahead around a corner. Freddy doesn't see it yet because he's trying to load a map.]

Come on, you little shit, come on.

Maybe you could look as we go?

[Still staring, trying to watch as long as possible. The old man backs up into him. Sorry, kid. It's because he can now notice it moving in small small fractions.]

It's still moving, not much but fuck.

[He's not looking away because of that thing right there. The angel around the corner is sneaking up cleanly.]

[Oof. More than one bump because Freddy finally sees it and now it's in their way. Deer in headlights, the kid's frozen in place which makes for another heavy bump.]

I think we're gonna have to wing it. Can you run?

[Freezing? Uh. What is going on back there?]

Sure I can. Where we running to?

[Staring. He wants to turn around and get a better gauge of where the kid is at.]

...back to back or just... go and see where we're at after?

[Maybe they could go to the can?]

Jump the rail. It ain't too high. I doubt these motherfuckers can use those wings.

[Freddy's whispering in case saying this aloud jinxes their situation. The rail over there isn't particularly high from the next level, seems like they're in an alcove side wing of sorts, not the main halls.]

I'll cover you.

[He's flattered by the vote of confidence in his physical prowess. And he can follow through. First he has to detect the rail. Which means he looks away and loses precious distance.]

Okay. I'm going. Cover me.

[No more hestatition. Maybe pretending he's a Kenyan runner will help. Freddy can run faster. Fuck for all the old man knows the kid is a breath behind him.]

[Gun drawn with the safety off, Freddy's ready to slip into cop mode which has kind of already happened with the kid telling the old man what to do. He keeps his eyes on both statues, noting how they seem to almost turn towards them as they make way for the rails. One blink and suddenly the angel on the left has moved closer. Shit shit shit. Freddy keeps his eyes wide open.]

You down there? Give me a sign, man.

[Because Freddy's not gonna take his eyes off the motherfuckers but he can't hop over a rail blindly either. Well, he could, it just probably wouldn't be pretty.]

[OOMPH. The old man lands. Not as gracefully as he should. Larry runs (ouch to the ankles from the landing) to turn and look up to see Freddy and the stone statues. A real panoramic view. Whatever these things are, they're persistent.]

Yeah. I'm here. C'mon. I can see em.

[By comparison Freddy's landing is relatively solid and efficient, a cop on a foot chase kind of landing.]

Let's keep moving--[Oh look. The lights are flickering.] Oh fuck oh fuck.

[For all his sure movements the kid's not looking so brave.]

[Oh, rub it in. He tries not to look away from those stony figures to marvel at the kid's personal grace. When he wants to get the job done he's a regular Charles Bronson type.]

Shit. Just what we don't need.

[Can't see in the dark. Fuck that's clever. Huff.]

Keep goin'. Maybe if we got a flashlight or something...

[Or a network device?]

I got a flashlight app on this.

[Whoa welcome to the 21st century, Lawrence Dimick. Freddy only knows what to call it cause someone else or other taught him. There we go, the kid holds up the LED loaded device.]

You got one on yours?

[Probably not, he thinks, too much to hope for from an old fashioned man.]

A what?

[Lights flicker again. Not a good sign. Paw between the kid's shoulder blades.]

I dunno. You can show me what an app is when we get out of here, okay?

[That's a no, he doesn't know what it is or how to use it.]

[Inner SIGH but that's why he likes Larry. If they weren't being chased by statues he'd ruffle the old man's head.]

Okay okay.

[No rustling or whooshing along the way and yet the kid's so damn sure those things are still on their trail. He's holding his gun and light in typical police fashion.]

You see a way out yet?

[Rotary phones to button dial phones then cordless to cellphones! So much has changed in his lifetime. He would appreciate a break cut if one were even allowed. Le sigh. Not when you're trying to save your own skin.]

Uh. Right there. Up a little.

[There is an exit sign. It would be glowing if the lights were on.]

[Freddy shines his light on the dead sign. Looks legit. He urges for Larry to go first in a gesture of age before beauty. Mostly it's because he's shining the light back on their foes who are suddenly a lot closer than Freddy remembers.]

Shit man. What the fuck are they.

[If he wasn't holding a gun and his device he'd be searching to hold Larry's paw. No lie. Oh hey is that fresh air on the other side of the doorway?]

[Larry charges forward, one hand ahead so at least he won't be running into anything.]

I don't know. Keep moving.

[If they need to, the old man will gladly jack a car.]

Almost!

[Except...for being on the street it's pretty dark. It's an alley. Alleys mean that you can be trapped in. There's light from street lamps on both sides.]

Fucking--c'mon!

I'm right behind you man!

[At least there are street lights and there's a moon out which means Freddy can turn his flashlight device off, pocket then, then grab Larry's...arm. He'll take hold of the guy's elbow for now, that's not too ridiculous right?]

[Why would holding on to anybody during a life threatening escape be ridiculous? Larry is too busy to wonder or even register the conscious effort to grab specific unweird places.]

They still there?

[Nearly out of the long alley way. His head is hurting and he's sweating already. Now is a lousy time to want to throw up.]

No. No don't look like it.

[Freddy huffs and puffs his answer. He wants to believe the statues didn't follow them because they don't fit through the doorway but he won't say it aloud. That's called jinxing yourself and Larry's had enough jinxes.]

Foot or cab?

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