“I’m active military in the state of New Mexico,” Alex replied dryly. “Of course I’d believe.” He continued pressing at Kyle’s chest. “Things don’t have to just be punctured to be a problem, Kyle. You might not be familiar with these kinds of wounds, but bruised or broken bones can be a part of it.” Depending on the caliber of the weapon. And yes, he was very lucky that his father had decided not to go for the head shot.
A part of him very much wanted to hurt his father more than he had the day Alex had broke in here. He’d killed Jim Valenti. Maybe his hadn’t been the hands who’d given the former Sheriff the tumor, but could you really blame the person who’d done it? He’d spent decades in captivity having god knew what happen to them and how was he supposed to know that Valenti was one of the good guys? And now his father had tried to kill Kyle.
“If he’s working for Dad, it’s possible that Flint will still be out there.” He wanted to believe that his brother wasn’t completely irredeemable. He’d warned them to get out, after all. Not that it hadn’t been obvious pretty quickly, but he could have done so much worse. His dad, well, his dad would have left at least two of them in there and he wasn’t so sure he was safe anymore. “And who knows how many more of my brothers.”
He let Kyle go once he was satisfied that he probably didn’t have anything major wrong with him. He wasn’t screaming in pain, although he’d have a nice bruise for his trouble. Instead, he leaned back against the table and tried to take all of this in. He wanted to help. He needed to help because he was apparently as much in this as anyone. Maybe he was veering from the path his father had set out from him, but he was still cleaning up his father’s messes. Still felt responsible for helping to stop him. And it’d been his father who’d cleaned up after every murder Noah had committed without doing the due diligence to figure out who was responsible. The one person he might have been justified to keep a prisoner and he hid the evidence that might have helped catch him.
And Michael. God, he didn’t want to think about the blood he’d seen on Michael. He’d said it wasn’t his. Had it been Liz? Had he been trying to help her before running off in the same kind of frenzy he’d run from Alex?
So his answer to Kyle was yes. Yes, he did want to go track Michael down and make sure he was okay. But he already had a friend to worry about first and he could only deal with one thing at a time.
He shifted again and leaned forward enough to put a hand on Kyle’s shoulder.
“How are you doing with all of this? It’s been a pretty crazy 24 hours.” This time yesterday, they’d been planning on going out to look at some anomalous heat signatures, never knowing that what they found would change everything.
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A part of him very much wanted to hurt his father more than he had the day Alex had broke in here. He’d killed Jim Valenti. Maybe his hadn’t been the hands who’d given the former Sheriff the tumor, but could you really blame the person who’d done it? He’d spent decades in captivity having god knew what happen to them and how was he supposed to know that Valenti was one of the good guys? And now his father had tried to kill Kyle.
“If he’s working for Dad, it’s possible that Flint will still be out there.” He wanted to believe that his brother wasn’t completely irredeemable. He’d warned them to get out, after all. Not that it hadn’t been obvious pretty quickly, but he could have done so much worse. His dad, well, his dad would have left at least two of them in there and he wasn’t so sure he was safe anymore. “And who knows how many more of my brothers.”
He let Kyle go once he was satisfied that he probably didn’t have anything major wrong with him. He wasn’t screaming in pain, although he’d have a nice bruise for his trouble. Instead, he leaned back against the table and tried to take all of this in. He wanted to help. He needed to help because he was apparently as much in this as anyone. Maybe he was veering from the path his father had set out from him, but he was still cleaning up his father’s messes. Still felt responsible for helping to stop him. And it’d been his father who’d cleaned up after every murder Noah had committed without doing the due diligence to figure out who was responsible. The one person he might have been justified to keep a prisoner and he hid the evidence that might have helped catch him.
And Michael. God, he didn’t want to think about the blood he’d seen on Michael. He’d said it wasn’t his. Had it been Liz? Had he been trying to help her before running off in the same kind of frenzy he’d run from Alex?
So his answer to Kyle was yes. Yes, he did want to go track Michael down and make sure he was okay. But he already had a friend to worry about first and he could only deal with one thing at a time.
He shifted again and leaned forward enough to put a hand on Kyle’s shoulder.
“How are you doing with all of this? It’s been a pretty crazy 24 hours.” This time yesterday, they’d been planning on going out to look at some anomalous heat signatures, never knowing that what they found would change everything.