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*The feed starts with a picture of a beautiful red sports car, as seen from somewhere off to the side. It's not doing so hot right now: some mangled twist of metal has speared the passenger's seat through a brand new hole in the back windshield. There's light boot-shaped dents on the hood, ceiling, and trunk, and mud and bits of unidentifiable crud litter the tire wells.*

Does someone want to explain to me what happened to my car?!

Call me. NOW.

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I recognize that this is a colossally shitty time, but we have to talk.

Can we talk later? I'm late for work.

It can't wait. Take a personal day, Cesar. Say you're violently ill if you have to.

I'm not violently ill, L.

Is this an emergency? Please use video.

[The switch is instant. L is pale and serious and even now his bruise hasn't faded completely. It is plainly older, though, something that Cesar would have noticed if he'd interacted with L at any point since the bacon-eater announced his presence in Germany.]

Yes, let's call it an emergency.

*There is a long, chilled pause between messages.*

Where and when?

Immediately. Come to the Holiday Inn motel near the freeway, room 117. Do not cut this feed between now and your arrival; if you do, I can't let you in.

*The freeway is in the opposite direction of this bus's route, and leaving the feed on means probably keeping it in one hand the whole way. It's a perfectly unreasonable request in a way that's almost wistfully familiar: it's inconvenient, but doesn't immediately force Cesar into a position of personal conflict.*

*Cesar gives the space over the phone a stonish look, but nods. Then he turns the corners of his mouth up, signs {I'm going now,}, and lowers the phone without deactivating it. The feed shows the bus' ceiling. Someone pulls the Stop cord.*

Edited 2015-03-01 19:49 (UTC)

[The entire time Cesar rides to the hotel with the feed open, monitoring his route, L is watching like a hawk, back pressed against the door of his motel room with his ice stave clutched firmly in his hand. He'll see when Cesar is approaching, and know without a doubt if someone has arrived who shouldn't. If the efforts seem overly cautious, Cesar will understand why, even without considering that L can only take so many heavy blows and hit attempts.]

*Not once does Caesar lift his phone to ask further questions, or fill the silence, or anything else that implies a further need for his company. At one point he does lift the phone to show his face, but he's doing something with the phone that L can't see. By the way the light of it changes across Cesar's face, he might be sending an email.*

*The bus takes a while. The walk does too. Finally, Cesar is reaching the hotel, and he walks past the front desk without stopping.*

*After all that, he stops outside of Room 117 to gather himself, and... he hesitates.*

*It's a very brief moment, and he remembers part-way through that the phone in his hand is still active, so he puts the phone in his pocket, rapping sharply against the door.*

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