EJ003X | audio | night 011

[littlemissfutility]

Hello?

[ The voice is whispery right now, but it still sounds young and female. Enough talk, and some of the vowels might sound just a touch southern. ]

Is there anybody out there? Dawn? Is Dawn here?

[ A pause. ]

If someone's out there, I need help. And if whoever's out there doesn't wanna help - I'm armed.

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[littlemissfutility]

Thanks.

[ If someone's keeping an eye out for Dawn, that's one less thing she has to worry about. And that, she assumes, is that - until Office De Guzman starts talking again. ]

You can just tell me. [ I think you should sit down feels like what you say to someone before you tell them their dad died - which, too late, she saw it happen. She's in a pigheaded mood at the moment, inclined to believe she doesn't need coddling. ] I'll be okay.

[salamanca]

You're welcome. [ A sudden idea; a spark of inspiration. ] Hey - mind returning the favor? You don't have to, if you'd prefer not to get involved, but there's someone I'm looking for too. I've got some questions for him.

[ Well, if she doesn't want to be coddled - all right! She can get what she wants. Lalo's not the coddling type anyway, although "Ben" can be. ] I've been up there. To the cabin.

That thing, whatever it is that shoots people - it growled at me. Right in my ear. Not a normal growl, either. It was like its own language. A growling language. I don't know if you've been able to see it for yourself yet, but these radios we've got, they can translate what people say to you automatically, even if you don't speak the language. Like magic! They translated what he said.

Our friend in the cabin is promising a "slow death" for anybody he catches up there. I hope that can influence your decision not to go, but if you're determined to go anyway... be careful and watch out for snare traps. There's a whole row of 'em leading up to his cabin. Look for bent trees. Be careful in the brush. Maybe test for traps if you can.

not here

[aluminumandash]

[ What the fuck is wrong with you, gently steering her right at the cabin? ]

also not here

[salamanca]

[ listen bro

hear me out

every time someone new goes up there, we get a little more info! she dies, gets revived, comes back with MORE INFO about cabin gremlin.

that we can then use.

to go up there and...

kill him? make out with him? bake cookies with him???

it's a genius plan if you think about it man and you're a fucking sociopath ]

[littlemissfutility]

Depends on who you're looking for.

[ But, you know, maybe. Probably. And here's hoping that Dawn and her people never come here.

The details he gives are...well, she doesn't know what to make of it. They sound like Daryl, in part, but what doesn't sound like him is enough to put her off going. He growls, sure, but only someone who wasn't paying attention would need a translation. And promising a slow death is the kind of cruelty he'd only throw out if he was really, really upset - she's almost certain.

Still, she's curious. ]

Did you see any rabbit snares? Or just the kind that catch people?

[salamanca]

His name is Gustavo Fring, usually goes by "Gus". He speaks with a Chilean accent; very distinct voice. Soft-spoken, but he speaks with purpose. You'll know him if you hear him.

I have reason to believe he may have information pertinent to a case I'm working on back home, and I'd like to speak with him about it. I'd like to give you more details, but... well, it's an ongoing investigation. Giving out too much could compromise my ability to solve the case when I get back. I hope you understand.

[ There's a beat. ]

The kind that catch people.

[littlemissfutility]

Can't that wait until you go home?

[ It seems like a weird priority to have, let me know this guy's here so I can work a case happening someplace else. But if she's learned anything lately, it's that some cops are weird. Weirder than Rick ever was. ]

Oh.

[salamanca]

I still just wanna speak with him! My thinking is, if I can just talk to him here, where he knows he can't get in any trouble with the law, and he knows it's just a talk, perhaps he'll be more comfortable sharing what he knows, if he does turn out to know anything.

But hey. Like I said, I know it's not any of your business. And if you're not comfortable with it - don't worry about it. I can manage on my own. Thank you, for taking the time to listen, anyway.

[ Not like he's not going to stalk the radios for any hint of Gus on the off-chance he does somehow show up anyway. But it makes perfect sense to Lalo. Cops on a power trip, in his experience, don't always care about what's logical or makes sense or is actually productive, they care about Catching Bad Guys, a/k/a cool guys who do cool things and aren't lame like cops.

Her little 'oh' makes him exhale softly. ]

Mmmm.

[ A thick swallow. ]

There's one more thing.

[littlemissfutility]

Okay.

[ She'll keep an eye out - that much, she's planning on. Whether she says anything depends on Officer De Guzman. ]

What is it?