Thread: Hist, a villain approacheth Who: Bethan and Richard (of the villain squad) What: Bethan is approached. Where: Outside Rick's Gym When: Tuesday night Warnings: Your standard Bethan-ness, I assume
The email was on her mind. She didn't bother disguising her thoughts of it, either; it wasn't like they'd be expecting anything else. She'd been somewhat distracted all through her shift at the gym, thinking about it, considering the balance of risk. On the one hand, it didn't serve her purposes at all to be under constant surveillance; it limited her movements and, if they still wouldn't leave her alone, it rather undermined the whole point of homeschooling. On the other hand, she didn't want to be around them, so close, after the needle tracks in her arm and the loose edges of her memory. If she saw any of the people responsible for the testing, she thought she might have to break their faces, as much for how angry it had made Dan as for the unforgivable crime of fucking around inside her head.
It was a thorny issue. She'd have to discuss it with Dan, work out whether the risk of going back was acceptable (and whether they would or even could follow up on the threat of surveillance). And work out whether she could swallow her pride enough to make it worthwhile.
She'd been thinking it through, sifting through what she knew and what they'd said, all through her shift, and she was still thinking about it as she changed back into her turtleneck and jeans, shrugged on her leather jacket, and headed out to where the Mongrel was parked at the back of the building. Leaning against the seat, she reached back to refasten her ponytail, slowly, still deep in thought. There was a lot to consider, and so little of her own head to trust.