OOC: Woooo, long post
Hope nobody minds, though.
IC:
After he had gotten the wounded Slig onto the operating table, Ricky hastily stepped back, out of the doctors' way. He knew from experience that you should never obtrude anyone when people's lives are at stake. Looking around, he noticed that nobody seemed to be taking any notice of him any more. Well, that wasn't exactly a bad thing, at least they weren't gunning him down where he stood like he'd half-expected them to.
Reaching into his back-pack, he took out his walkie-talkie and quietly stepped out of the lab.
'Sorry, gotta make a call...' he apolagised to the Vykkers and Intern.
***
“Cal? Indeed…Well that’s very interesting, to say the least…” the albino Slig sniffed. Cal didn't say anything, looking at the note pad the Slig was writing on, trying to see what he was so hastily jotting down.
“Well, that’s wonderful…Cal.” the Slig suddenly glared at Cal, and they suddenly locked eye contact with each other. Cal glared for a moment, before rearranging his facial expression to that of casual apathy.
'Yeah, heh, well, you don't seem to need anymore questions answered.' he said. With that, he turned to Wic and led him a little more away from the group. As he did so, he could hear that other Mud, Doe, calling that he'd have to go alone. Meh, that suited him. Ignoring what else Doe had said, he went on;
'Okay Maggot, you say Ricky called you here? Why?' he spoke in a low voice so that the others wouldn't hear him. Wic shuffled uncomfortably.
'He said I had to come here because you were in meepsheet, or something.' he mumbled. Cal sighed irritably.
'Of course... so what're you supposed to be doing here? Surely Ricky gave you a plan or something?'
'....Oh yeah! I was supposed to get a job-'
'So
why-didn't-you-freaking-get-one?!' Cal hissed in a quiet but ferocious outburst, causing Wic to recoil a little.
'I-I-I was w-worried ab-about you, so I came in h-here looking for y-you, and I almost f-forgot! I-I'm sorry!' Wic stuttered quickly, fighting the urge to cry out. Cal stared at Wic for what seemed like aeons, as Wic refused to look in his eyes, before sighing again and straightening up.
'You need to find yerself that job. You have a walkie-talkie?' he asked.
'Yeah, it's c-clipped to my shorts, I t-took it with me to t-talk with Ricky...' Wic said quietly, still stuttering a little.
'Alright, that Doe feller said Ricky was at the Vykker Lab, apparently above us, so we should be able to find him soon enough.' Cal paused for a moment, thinking hard. 'Actually... here, gimmie that walkie-talkie.'
'But...!'
'You don't need it.'
'I-!'
'
Give it.'
Reluctantly surrendering the walkie-talkie, Wic then stared at the floor.
'I guess I should find a job, then...' he mumbled sadly.
'Yup, I'll go find Ricky and we'll both skedaddle, and you stay here to keep an eye on things.' Cal stated, an almost cheerful tone in his voice (just almost). With that, he turned on his heel and walked away from the crowd, leaving a sad and dissapointed Wic on his own.
'Heh, you made a right mess of that lil' kid, eh?' The Voice taunted. Cal made sure nobody was watching before he answered aloud.
'Oh, shut up.'
'I bet you're proud.'
'I bet you're a $#%&head.'
'Yeah, I bet everyone would be proud of what you've done...'
'...'
'You know what I'm talking about, Calvin Castro. My, your Papa would be so proud of you, what you've become-'
'Stop it. Stop it now!' Cal stopped walking, and began shouting into space.
'Ha ha ha. We're just getting started, old friend...'
OOC: Hah... I think Cal's almost gone as nuts as Agent is... or has he?! *dun dun duuuun* And I feel kinda sorry for Wic just now, too... ._.