[Huvrye had been idly scrolling through the food delivery app - Mark had really helped him out by showing him that one - when a call comes through and he nearly drops the phone.]
[It's Hunter. Huvrye has been getting Hunter's texts, and it's not enough to assuage the worry, but they've at least been consistent as promised. But he'd told Hunter to call if he needed anything, and now Hunter is calling-]
[He fumbles the phone and manages to answer.]
Hunter? Are you oka-
[-that's not Hunter.]
[That's not Hunter.]
[His stomach plummets abruptly, and then the rest of the world drops away, leaving nothing but pinpoint focus and the awful feeling that he's going to need to move very fast very soon and that he might already be too late.]
[His phone dings with a new message - the coordinates. Good.]
Got it. I'm on my way.
[He notes the address, shoves his phone in his pocket and pulls a sweater over his head, throws the window open, and is gone. He's a fast flier - it won't take him long to get there.]
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Phone Call
Sorry to bug you, but are you a friend of Hunter?
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[It's Hunter. Huvrye has been getting Hunter's texts, and it's not enough to assuage the worry, but they've at least been consistent as promised. But he'd told Hunter to call if he needed anything, and now Hunter is calling-]
[He fumbles the phone and manages to answer.]
Hunter? Are you oka-
[-that's not Hunter.]
[That's not Hunter.]
[His stomach plummets abruptly, and then the rest of the world drops away, leaving nothing but pinpoint focus and the awful feeling that he's going to need to move very fast very soon and that he might already be too late.]
Yeah, I am. Is he okay?
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[ No use sugar coating it, really. Dylan struggles to keep his voice steady as he continues, but it still cracks just a bit.]
I... I think he'll be okay, but he was shot. We — other friends of his — we're at a clinic with him now.
He asked us to call you.
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[The pinpoint focus comes in handy. His voice is tight when he speaks again.]
Give me coordinates and I'll be there. [Wait - civ.] Or an address.
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[ He pulls out his own phone and opens the Maps app, copying both the address & coordinates into Hunter's phone and sending them over. ]
Okay, you should have them in a sec.
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Got it. I'm on my way.
[He notes the address, shoves his phone in his pocket and pulls a sweater over his head, throws the window open, and is gone. He's a fast flier - it won't take him long to get there.]