B&B: Sasha J & Reece E Who: Sasha and Reece What: Late night scans Where: B&B roof When: 4am-ish, foggy foggy night. Warnings/Rating: Bad jokes maybe?
Sasha had forgone the decision to take the Bug out now that she was just on the down the street from the B&B. It was loud and clunky and would probably wake up everyone on Main Street at this late hour. From the trailer park? It would have been a whole lot easier to justify, but a few blocks? Not so much. Oh yeah, and that weird fog made it really not cool to drive around in. It was safer to just walk. And, yes, she was armed, so even doubly safer. Of course she was armed. That whole maniac thing, remember? Not because of the hazy weirdness outside.
The weird white blanketed the town in an eerie silence, and if she wanted to take in the sights of the town, she was sorely disappointed. It was hard to see far at all, and every few steps hid some imagined cloaked danger from ghost stories children tell each other. Not that there was anything to be afraid of. It was simply a strange weather anomaly. Sure, maybe she had said she liked the quiet, but this was ridiculous. Even the normal tiny town sounds were muffled out in favor of white noise. No pun intended. It could have also been a trick of her senses. Some ingrained paranoia that something had to go wrong. However, the lack of racket from her Bug also put a small crimp in how Reece was supposed to know she was on her way. Maybe a normal person would have let that stop them, or maybe they would have thought about that before heading down Main Street. Sasha was nothing if she wasn't crafty, so this wasn't actually a huge problem.
Getting onto the roof of the wrap-around porch of the quaint little bed and breakfast was surprisingly easy, and her steps were whispers in spite of the clunky boots she wore. Way too much practice at sneaking around, and if we were being honest? This fog was like the best cover ever. She was on a mission to get to the window that still had a light on. That made the most sense, given his lack of being able to sleep well. Actually finding a window with the light on? A little more difficult than it should have been. Never mind. Sasha changed her opinion. Again. This fog was a pain in the ass.
Sasha squatted down to the level of the window, and bare knuckle rapped the glass gently. Tap-tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Terminator theme. Because of the arm? Ugh, whatever. That's even if he was paying attention to the beat of her light knock. The ceiling was probably pretty riveting. Oh, that's right, the forum. She maybe should have tried to reach out to him first on the forum. Or found a phone number? Whoops. Too late now.