bloodandtitanium:

“THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO, DYLAN?! We’re not killing ourselves! Do you hear me?! And I’m not killing you! If we’re going to die, we’re going to go out in a blaze of goddamn motherfucking glory. They’re not going to lock either of us up, either. We’re too important now. We’re making too much of a difference. No one will believe that stupid bitch regardless of what she says, anyway. —and, if worst comes to worst, you can just say she assaulted you. They’ll believe you.” 

Dylan tried to let her words sink in. He forced himself to believe her, because the other options were doing him no good. Either Erika was right, or their life here was already over. If he got caught, she’d be found out too. He’d bring them both down with one stupid mistake. One woman who should have been dead days ago. 

He could feel himself slipping back to some semblance of calm. He could fake it now- enough to pick himself up off the ground and force his eyes away from the doorway and away from the gun. Enough to do as Erika said and go out there to find the girl and bring her back. This time they’d kill her. 

But she had to know that. She had to know her time was limited. Her first stop should have been the authorities. She could be there right now. The second they walked out the door, they could be taken down. 

He pushed Erika roughly aside and moved toward the handgun, shoving it into the waistband of his pants. If they were going out to look for her, he wasn’t going empty handed. 

"Are you coming or not?”