Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah, who had seen the telltale bag, was not a happy little boy.
"I found her missing," he said, and he dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration. This damned building, it was just one thing after another. "You need to give us time to recover, you stupid, piece of shit, building," he said to the ceiling. Even in Cuba, in the midst of Very Dangerous Shit there was downtime. Bellum, it seemed, hadn't gotten the fucking memo about downtime.
He stormed back into the bedroom, and he grabbed the bag, not looking inside it. Whatever the hell she hid there, he didn't want anyone else finding it, but he didn't want to break her trust himself either. He grabbed one of the books that was sticking out from under the edge of the bed, and he stormed past Rick to the front door. "She's going to be encabronada about the window," he said, and that made him feel slightly better, because it meant he thought she was coming back.
He looked at Rick. "Aren't you worried about anyone?"