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20 minutes left. Flug thinks to himself, helping Black Hat pack while pretending to still be blinded – he’d had to reapply the blindfold, of course, to pull that off, so for all intents and purposes he is actually blinded. He acts mostly as Black’s checklist, and Demencia carries the heavy stuff.
Most of what Black Hat is packing is ridiculous, of course.
“My spare jacket?”
“Yes sir.”
“My instruments of torture?”
“Yes sir.”
“I finished packing the devices boss.” Demencia reports.
Flug zips up the suitcase and steps back, feeling for a wall to lean against.
“Excellent.” Black says, taking the suitcase and tossing it at Demencia, who catches it easily and heads off to pack it. “Everything better be in order when I return. If anything breaks…” Black tails off letting his threat hang in the air.
Flug just nods.
“Anything else I could be forgetting?” Black asks.
“Nothing comes to mind sir.”
Demencia returns. “The shuttle is loaded boss, nothing more can fit. Everything is ready to go.”
Black scoffs. “Well, don’t sound so eager. I will be returning by Monday.” He says.
“Yes sir.” Flug says, tone monotonous.
“Don’t forget to bring back those caramel candies!” Demencia says as Black starts to walk out the door.
“Only if you behave yourselves.” He says with a roll of his eyes, shutting the door behind him.
Flug takes a deep breath and immediately sinks to his seat against the wall.
Demencia sits next to him, taking his hand. “Doing alright?” She asks.
Flug nods. “..we should..take a nap.” He advises.
non-suspicious 