(Lenny continued from On Your Toes)
Stumbling, stumbling, he stepped forward, faintly aware of where he was going. He straightened up, getting rid of his slouch. Rocks. Big rocks. Small rocks. Rocks that had a few inches on him. Rocks with vines spread over them.
Lenny chuckled. He stepped forward again. And again. And again.
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((Frank Callahan continued from Mozambique Hammer ))
This was one that Frank was going to regret, but it couldn't be helped. Frank knew him from the football team. He was good at what he did. He was big, and he was fast.
Which was why he needed to be put down sooner rather than later. That and the way he was acting, while Dylan and Frank had watched, was unnerving.
It didn't matter. It was a necessary loss.
Frank had posted behind one of the stones in the circle. When Lenny had gotten within a few feet of his position, he stepped out into view, being sure to backpedal a few steps. Lenny had a pool cue, not that Frank expected him to attack. But again, he appeared to be in an unpredictable sort of mood.
As he'd rehearsed, Frank's face was cast in a constructed mask of flustered shock.
"Holy shit, Lenny?" He said.
This was one that Frank was going to regret, but it couldn't be helped. Frank knew him from the football team. He was good at what he did. He was big, and he was fast.
Which was why he needed to be put down sooner rather than later. That and the way he was acting, while Dylan and Frank had watched, was unnerving.
It didn't matter. It was a necessary loss.
Frank had posted behind one of the stones in the circle. When Lenny had gotten within a few feet of his position, he stepped out into view, being sure to backpedal a few steps. Lenny had a pool cue, not that Frank expected him to attack. But again, he appeared to be in an unpredictable sort of mood.
As he'd rehearsed, Frank's face was cast in a constructed mask of flustered shock.
"Holy shit, Lenny?" He said.
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((Dylan Walker continued from Mozambique Hammer.))
Dylan wasn't in the stone circle. She was hiding in the trees that led back off into the pine stands, clutching her pistol and waiting while Frank distracted Lenny.
She was in a bad mood. The announcements had called her a coward. A smart coward, but a coward nonetheless. She wasn't a coward! She was practical! And now here she was again, waiting to cap someone in the back of the head while they weren't looking. She could practically see her grandmother giving her that disappointed look, like when Dylan had stolen a bag of cookies from the kitchen when she was little and gotten sick from eating too many.
Dylan frowned and kept watching the stone circle from her hiding place. She was ready to move when she had to, as grumpy as she was about it.
Dylan wasn't in the stone circle. She was hiding in the trees that led back off into the pine stands, clutching her pistol and waiting while Frank distracted Lenny.
She was in a bad mood. The announcements had called her a coward. A smart coward, but a coward nonetheless. She wasn't a coward! She was practical! And now here she was again, waiting to cap someone in the back of the head while they weren't looking. She could practically see her grandmother giving her that disappointed look, like when Dylan had stolen a bag of cookies from the kitchen when she was little and gotten sick from eating too many.
Dylan frowned and kept watching the stone circle from her hiding place. She was ready to move when she had to, as grumpy as she was about it.
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That voice. That voice. He knew. He knew! Lenny looked up, turned his head around, and...
"Frank, Frank, is that you?" Lenny's pool cue swung back and forth through the air as he paced towards his old teammate. "Frank! Holy shit, Frank, how are you?"
"Frank, Frank, is that you?" Lenny's pool cue swung back and forth through the air as he paced towards his old teammate. "Frank! Holy shit, Frank, how are you?"
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For a second Frank regretted what they were about to do. Maybe Lenny was alright after all.
Frank swallowed the notion. Lenny was too trusting, too hopeful. He wouldn't have been long for this world with or without their help.
He bit back the doubt.
"I'm alright, man. God, it's good to see you."
The things one did for their country.
Frank swallowed the notion. Lenny was too trusting, too hopeful. He wouldn't have been long for this world with or without their help.
He bit back the doubt.
"I'm alright, man. God, it's good to see you."
The things one did for their country.
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As soon as Lenny's attention was fixated on Frank, Dylan started moving towards them. As fast as she could without making noise. It was easier than in the forest.
She felt like this had happened before. It felt similar to when she'd attacked Brigid so long ago (it had only been a couple of days, but it felt like a lot longer) and maybe it was because she was recalling that memory, or maybe it was because this way she'd be sure not to miss and waste ammo, or perhaps because she didn't want to shoot someone in the back of the head again and be labeled a coward by the announcement once more, that she shifted her grip on the pistol so she was holding it by the barrel.
When she got close enough, she broke out into a full run and smashed the handle of the gun into the back of Lenny's head.
She felt like this had happened before. It felt similar to when she'd attacked Brigid so long ago (it had only been a couple of days, but it felt like a lot longer) and maybe it was because she was recalling that memory, or maybe it was because this way she'd be sure not to miss and waste ammo, or perhaps because she didn't want to shoot someone in the back of the head again and be labeled a coward by the announcement once more, that she shifted her grip on the pistol so she was holding it by the barrel.
When she got close enough, she broke out into a full run and smashed the handle of the gun into the back of Lenny's head.
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Head. Grass. Lenny tasted dirt and felt something pour out of his head. He shouldn't have let his guard down. Shouldn't have left himself open.
He lifted his head again. His sight was blurred and he wasn't certain, but Frank didn't seem to be carrying anything. There was no way he could save him without risking his own neck. He was better off running away.
Lenny's memories poured out of his skull. His dad's moment of glory, a big brawl in the woods. So many of his friends died, but his dad lived. He lived because he knew things his comrades didn't. Lenny knew he wasn't the smartest. His big talent was beating the snot out of people. Frank knew more. He was a good cook. He knew things about history. He could give more than muscle to the USA.
Lenny got up on the palms of his hands. "FRANK," he screamed through the pain, through the thoughts of his family watching him, "FRANK, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," through the need not to be a coward, through the drive to be someone his siblings could look up to, he got on one foot and stumbled forward "I'LL HOLD 'EM OFF, JUST SAVE YOURSELF," gripping his weapon with more conviction than ever had in his entire life
He lifted his head again. His sight was blurred and he wasn't certain, but Frank didn't seem to be carrying anything. There was no way he could save him without risking his own neck. He was better off running away.
Lenny's memories poured out of his skull. His dad's moment of glory, a big brawl in the woods. So many of his friends died, but his dad lived. He lived because he knew things his comrades didn't. Lenny knew he wasn't the smartest. His big talent was beating the snot out of people. Frank knew more. He was a good cook. He knew things about history. He could give more than muscle to the USA.
Lenny got up on the palms of his hands. "FRANK," he screamed through the pain, through the thoughts of his family watching him, "FRANK, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," through the need not to be a coward, through the drive to be someone his siblings could look up to, he got on one foot and stumbled forward "I'LL HOLD 'EM OFF, JUST SAVE YOURSELF," gripping his weapon with more conviction than ever had in his entire life
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The plan went off without a hitch. Dylan incapacitated Lenny, and the business would be over shortly.
Frank wasn't ready for Lenny to try to save him unfounded or not. He had parsed Lenny correctly. He was, in fact, unpredictable.
He balled up his fist and grit his teeth. He just wanted Lenny to be quiet. This needed to be done.
"Shut your goddamn mouth!" Frank hissed through his teeth.
Frank cocked his hand back and cracked the bleeding boy cleanly across the jaw. He went sprawling into the dirt.
"For Christ's sake, would you fucking finish him already?" Frank snarled at Dylan through still-clenched teeth.
He turned away. It wouldn't do to let his companion see the dismay in his eyes.
Frank wasn't ready for Lenny to try to save him unfounded or not. He had parsed Lenny correctly. He was, in fact, unpredictable.
He balled up his fist and grit his teeth. He just wanted Lenny to be quiet. This needed to be done.
"Shut your goddamn mouth!" Frank hissed through his teeth.
Frank cocked his hand back and cracked the bleeding boy cleanly across the jaw. He went sprawling into the dirt.
"For Christ's sake, would you fucking finish him already?" Frank snarled at Dylan through still-clenched teeth.
He turned away. It wouldn't do to let his companion see the dismay in his eyes.
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Dylan hadn't been expecting that. She'd expected Lenny to cry or maybe to fight back... but not to fight back in order to save Frank. That was... different. She shifted the grip on her pistol so the barrel was pointing at him again, but she didn't pull the trigger immediately. Somehow felt wrong to be doing this again. Not just because it was cowardly, but because... well, fighting to defend a friend was pretty brave, wasn't it? Wasn't that what Americans were supposed to be? But then again, this sort of bravery conflicted with survival--
She winced and glanced away briefly as Frank cracked him across the jaw. Brutal. More than what was really needed. But who was she to talk about brutality, after what she did to Brigid?
"Alright, just calm down already. Jeez," she muttered. She pointed the gun directly at Lenny's head.
Moment of hesitation.
"Sorry."
She pulled the trigger.
She winced and glanced away briefly as Frank cracked him across the jaw. Brutal. More than what was really needed. But who was she to talk about brutality, after what she did to Brigid?
"Alright, just calm down already. Jeez," she muttered. She pointed the gun directly at Lenny's head.
Moment of hesitation.
"Sorry."
She pulled the trigger.
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There was a weight on his jaw, now. Nothing bled, but it felt heavier. Dumb as he was, Lenny had enough sense to piece together what was happening.
His conviction was gone.
His friendship was gone.
He would be gone.
His brain was a mess. His mouth wasn't working right. Lenny still choked out a few words, under his breath, barely audible.
"Keep the Minutemen alive, Frank."
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His conviction was gone.
His friendship was gone.
He would be gone.
His brain was a mess. His mouth wasn't working right. Lenny still choked out a few words, under his breath, barely audible.
"Keep the Minutemen alive, Frank."
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The gunshot split the air. Frank turned back. Dylan's weapon was smoking, and Lenny was very much dead.
He blew a puff of air through his nose.
"We can't afford to hesitate like that."
He licked his lips, still looking at Lenny. He shook his head.
"Give me my gun, would you?" He said to Dylan.
He blew a puff of air through his nose.
"We can't afford to hesitate like that."
He licked his lips, still looking at Lenny. He shook his head.
"Give me my gun, would you?" He said to Dylan.
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Dylan didn't reply to the note about hesitating. She was still looking at Lenny. He'd seemed loyal to Frank. And that was admirable. But where the fuck had it got him? Shot in the face and punched in the jaw. Bravery and loyalty was admirable, alright. But it didn't get him anywhere. And Frank had shown willingness to kick former friends in the jaw. If he could do that to old friends, what made her safe?
She'd have to be careful.
"I left your gun with the bags. You tried running with that shit? It clanks like mad."
She started walking back to where she'd left the bags, tucked underneath a bush near the trees.
She'd have to be careful.
"I left your gun with the bags. You tried running with that shit? It clanks like mad."
She started walking back to where she'd left the bags, tucked underneath a bush near the trees.
When Dylan was out of earshot, Frank stepped closer to body. He stole a glance over at Dylan. He snapped a salute.
"You died a hero, Lenny. Just remember that."
He straightened and waited for Dylan to return.
"You died a hero, Lenny. Just remember that."
He straightened and waited for Dylan to return.
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Dylan retrieved the bags and dragged them back to Frank and Lenny's corpse. She handed over Frank's stuff, with the rifle inside the bag.
"There. We off, yeah?"
She glanced down at Lenny again before looking up and letting out a long breath.
"...Just ten more to go, right?"
That wasn't many. But among them was Louisa. Louisa had murdered Callison before Dylan could get to him, and she hadn't even had a chance to dwell on it before they came across Lenny, and before Smiley's mention of her being a coward had derailed her chain of thoughts. There were a lot of people remaining who Dylan had passed on earlier, thinking they wouldn't harm anyone. Ashley was out there. So was Becky. She'd hesitated too long on Chris because he hadn't seemed to be a danger. And she'd thought Louisa would be too soft to kill anyone, even someone who murdered her best friend.
Louisa had been the first person on the island to not treat her with suspicion or hostility. They'd promised to be allies. Dylan had intended to honor that. ...But Louisa had taken away her chance at beating Maxim by proxy again. Which made Louisa the person she had to beat.
She had to stop thinking that people were too weak to bother with. She'd thought it with Louisa, and Louisa had proven herself willing to kill. She'd thought it with Becky, and Becky was still running around so late in the game. Ashley hadn't appeared on the announcements even once, but blind luck couldn't get anyone so far. And she'd considered Chris not a threat and he'd escaped through one moment of hesitation.
Frank was right. Hesitation wasn't an option. Not anymore.
"There. We off, yeah?"
She glanced down at Lenny again before looking up and letting out a long breath.
"...Just ten more to go, right?"
That wasn't many. But among them was Louisa. Louisa had murdered Callison before Dylan could get to him, and she hadn't even had a chance to dwell on it before they came across Lenny, and before Smiley's mention of her being a coward had derailed her chain of thoughts. There were a lot of people remaining who Dylan had passed on earlier, thinking they wouldn't harm anyone. Ashley was out there. So was Becky. She'd hesitated too long on Chris because he hadn't seemed to be a danger. And she'd thought Louisa would be too soft to kill anyone, even someone who murdered her best friend.
Louisa had been the first person on the island to not treat her with suspicion or hostility. They'd promised to be allies. Dylan had intended to honor that. ...But Louisa had taken away her chance at beating Maxim by proxy again. Which made Louisa the person she had to beat.
She had to stop thinking that people were too weak to bother with. She'd thought it with Louisa, and Louisa had proven herself willing to kill. She'd thought it with Becky, and Becky was still running around so late in the game. Ashley hadn't appeared on the announcements even once, but blind luck couldn't get anyone so far. And she'd considered Chris not a threat and he'd escaped through one moment of hesitation.
Frank was right. Hesitation wasn't an option. Not anymore.
Frank almost corrected Dylan and said "Nine", but he corrected himself. She didn't need to know a goddamn thing about her.
Frank pulled the rifle out and set it around his shoulder by the strap, then resettled his bag on his back.
"Yeah, ten more." He spared another glance at their dead classmate.
"Let's get this over with. I think the proceedings have lost some of their luster."
Frank pulled the rifle out and set it around his shoulder by the strap, then resettled his bag on his back.
"Yeah, ten more." He spared another glance at their dead classmate.
"Let's get this over with. I think the proceedings have lost some of their luster."