There’s a soft chirp! as the ankle monitoring bracelet clicks into place, and Seth starts to come to, the whole thing feeling like a bit of a haze. When his gaze finally does clear and he can focus on the tall brunette in front of him, and his head tips to the side in confusion.
“Wynonna?”
It’s a second later that Dolls steps into view and he jerks into awareness, yanking on the arm flung over his head and finding it handcuffed. A couple more seconds reveals that he’s a) in a jail cell, b) being fitted for GPS and c) handcuffed to one of the bars. He struggles with the handcuffs for a moment, before he looks back at them, annoyed.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Says the fugitive from justice who faked his own death.” Dolls droll accent is already irritating and he grits his teeth for a moment before the man continues. “Never mind a murderer.”
He tips his head to the side for a moment, before glancing back to Wynonna. “Wynonna, c’mon –”
“If you’re going to pull that ‘you know me’ bullshit, don’t bother.”
“You know I was a criminal when you met me.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were a psychopath!” Wynonna looks genuinely angry, and his face softens for a moment. They had been friends – more than friends even – once upon a time, and he thought that out of everyone in Purgatory, she would be the one to vouch for him, but apparently she’s trusting this suit more than she’s trusting him.
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth.” Certain and righteous, just like every other member of law enforcement he’s ever met. “She’s seen your file, Seth. All the bodies left in your wake.”
“Those weren’t me. Those were Richie.”
“How convenient. But you continued to run with him?”
“My brother was sick at the time. In a way you probably wouldn’t understand. He’s better now.” Sort of. Seth turns his attention back to Wynonna. “You’re working with cops now?”
“Don’t turn this back on me,” Wynonna glares, before she caves just a little, and glances back to Dolls, almost as though she’s unsure of what to tell them. “It’s complicated. But my dad used to work with Black Badge back in the day.”
“Wait. Wait wait wait.” Seth pushes himself up. “You’re Black Badge.”
Dolls frowns for a moment, straightening a bit. That clearly isn’t the reaction he was expecting. “You know what Black Badge is?”
“Yeah. Freddie filled me in on the details when you guys tried to recruit him a while back.”
“Freddie Gonzalez. As in the Texas Ranger who’s partner your brother killed. He was recruited for Black Badge, and then told you about it.”
“Yeah, well, Peacekeeper is a tough job when it’s a one man gig. Now are you going to call Freddie and have him vouch for me so I can get to telling you about the hoard of culebras coming into town, or are we going to keep doing this dance?”
Wynonna blinks. “Cul-what?”
“Culebras. Snake vampires. Are you sure they’re coming here?”
“I wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.”
Dolls set his jaw for a moment, before stalking his way back to the phone on his desk and picking it up. There’s a quick conversation and he finally hangs up and moves his way back to the jail cell.
“You’re letting him go?”
“He checks out. But if you try and stab us in the back? I will shoot you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Seth moves towards Wynonna. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
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“Wynonna?”
It’s a second later that Dolls steps into view and he jerks into awareness, yanking on the arm flung over his head and finding it handcuffed. A couple more seconds reveals that he’s a) in a jail cell, b) being fitted for GPS and c) handcuffed to one of the bars. He struggles with the handcuffs for a moment, before he looks back at them, annoyed.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Says the fugitive from justice who faked his own death.” Dolls droll accent is already irritating and he grits his teeth for a moment before the man continues. “Never mind a murderer.”
He tips his head to the side for a moment, before glancing back to Wynonna. “Wynonna, c’mon –”
“If you’re going to pull that ‘you know me’ bullshit, don’t bother.”
“You know I was a criminal when you met me.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were a psychopath!” Wynonna looks genuinely angry, and his face softens for a moment. They had been friends – more than friends even – once upon a time, and he thought that out of everyone in Purgatory, she would be the one to vouch for him, but apparently she’s trusting this suit more than she’s trusting him.
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth.” Certain and righteous, just like every other member of law enforcement he’s ever met. “She’s seen your file, Seth. All the bodies left in your wake.”
“Those weren’t me. Those were Richie.”
“How convenient. But you continued to run with him?”
“My brother was sick at the time. In a way you probably wouldn’t understand. He’s better now.” Sort of. Seth turns his attention back to Wynonna. “You’re working with cops now?”
“Don’t turn this back on me,” Wynonna glares, before she caves just a little, and glances back to Dolls, almost as though she’s unsure of what to tell them. “It’s complicated. But my dad used to work with Black Badge back in the day.”
“Wait. Wait wait wait.” Seth pushes himself up. “You’re Black Badge.”
Dolls frowns for a moment, straightening a bit. That clearly isn’t the reaction he was expecting. “You know what Black Badge is?”
“Yeah. Freddie filled me in on the details when you guys tried to recruit him a while back.”
“Freddie Gonzalez. As in the Texas Ranger who’s partner your brother killed. He was recruited for Black Badge, and then told you about it.”
“Yeah, well, Peacekeeper is a tough job when it’s a one man gig. Now are you going to call Freddie and have him vouch for me so I can get to telling you about the hoard of culebras coming into town, or are we going to keep doing this dance?”
Wynonna blinks. “Cul-what?”
“Culebras. Snake vampires. Are you sure they’re coming here?”
“I wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.”
Dolls set his jaw for a moment, before stalking his way back to the phone on his desk and picking it up. There’s a quick conversation and he finally hangs up and moves his way back to the jail cell.
“You’re letting him go?”
“He checks out. But if you try and stab us in the back? I will shoot you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Seth moves towards Wynonna. “Tell me something I don’t know.”