Daryl didn't like the old man. On prospect. He was extremely powerful, but an absolute garbage person. It was clear from the way he acted. Rather than give blatant disregard for the people who were against him, he made them cow to him. Show them how they were hopelessly outclassed against his might. Or was he more like Daryl than he'd care to admit? What Daryl saw as disregard may of been a similar topic.
The man wanted him to move on a message. Likely knowing his employment under Chase. And as much as would want to tell the man he wasn't his messenger boy..."Yes sir." Was what Daryl told him. And with the freezer in tow, he continued out of the manor to the truck, loading the freezer into the back. Hopefully it'd stay cool enough in there for the drive across town.
The safe location was a seemingly quiet villa halfway across the town. One of Chase's- though not where he did his work specifically. He used it as a safe-house mainly, occasionally taking residence in it to make it seem more lived in. On this particularly quiet evening, the doctor was already waiting eagerly at the garage doors of the villa, eager for what Daryl had brought. As the truck rolled into it's driveway, he opened the garage doors, letting Daryl in.
Chase was a lanky man- almost a textbook look of a scientist. Lanky and thin, eyes with deep bags beneath it- clearly working for many nights. His eyes and hair reflected that of Daryl's, with a pair of dark blue eyes and black hair, though his hair was kept much shorter than Daryl's. Already wearing his labcoat, a solid colored button up underneath. Gloved hands wringing in excitement as Daryl stepped out of the car, who stood a good few inches over the scientist. "So the body is...?"
"Yes, the body is in here." He told Chase, removing the freezer from the truck bed. Setting it down on the garage floor, next to an outlet. He promptly plugged it in, the machine whirring back to life. "You were right. Hacked it down to limbs already."
"Which is why you shouldn't of doubted me." Chase lowered the garage doors once more, hastily seeing if anyone was watching. Luckily, the evening was still quiet. "I'll have the money wired to you by the morning. What was it we agreed on...? Forty thousand...?"
"It was fifty Chase." Daryl had little time to care for the scientist's blathering. He wanted the money and then out of this thing. With any luck, the Moderator hadn't picked up on his latent abilities. Though Chase had a habit of blabbing to any who would listen...Given they were paying him handsomely. Or weren't about to spill those secrets to anyone else. "And your own employer, the Moderator? Ran into him out there. He wants to meet you soon."
"I-I see." This clearly ruffled the scientist's feathers, though he kept a mostly cool disposition. "Hopefully he'll support my research still. This corpse is incredibly interesting, who knows what secrets this man hides in his genetics? What power he still exudes still?"
"And speaking of power, the little girl. The nullifier?"
"Oh, yes, her. I assume you ran into her...?" Chase was already peering into the freezer as he spoke, but unlike Daryl's disgust at the remains, Chase had a look of fascination on his face.
"Yes, but she was invisible. Were you aware of this?"
"Invisible? Why no, otherwise I would've informed you." He shut the freezer once more, interest piqued again. "Perhaps she's constantly developing abilities...She was something of a lab rat of that mercenary group. Did you know the government was very aware of what was happening there? It's truly fascinating, and likely why they haven't further interfered-"
Daryl groaned, "I'm not here for your diatribes, Chase. If you don't have anything else to say, I'll be going."
"Ah, I do have one thing to ask! It's about the freezer. You're certain there are no trackers or anything on this? Identifying marks, anything that could make it traceable?"
"It's a freezer Chase! They probably weren't anticipating on having it stolen. Just take the body parts out of it, bleach the inside and dump it if you're so paranoid." Daryl already opened the door to his truck, stepping in.
"And, uh, you are certain no one is tracking you? Or your truck there?"
"Technically not mine. I rented it for a week under someone else's name. They'll clean it out once I return it, and I don't leave identifying stuff anyways. As for me, no one came close to touching me whilst I was there. Even if they planted a tracker on me, I would've felt it. And when I left, your Moderator guy had them all restrained. And honestly, I don't think I'm their focus right now."
"Good. Oh, and say hi to Will for me."
"I won't." Daryl slammed the door of the truck shut, Chase taking that as a sign he wanted the garage doors opened once more. And Daryl left, without any more words. He would be well off for now, thanks to the money. But he was sure he'd be needed by Chase once again.
He still felt awful about what he did to Gracie as he drove the truck back to the rental center. He just wanted...to put this day behind him. And get home.
Speaking of, Sarah was on her way home now. The little misunderstanding with the police was quickly cleared up after many bystanders confirmed her innocence, and the teller told them that she was a frequent and normal customer. They let her go, but from what she heard...every criminal in the incident except the girl she got into a fight with was either dead or in critical condition. They were criminals, but it was very eerie. Apparently all had been shot in the head, or near it, with the very weapons they were wielding. Spooky. And probably connected to those three she had met, and given the number.
She was still eyeing her phone every once in awhile. Despite the very bad idea it was to meet these people, it was...different! She wasn't like most everyone anymore. She was special! That's what they told her anyways. And she loved her dad, she did. She did like mechanic work too. But this was the chance of a lifetime. It was no chance she had been out in the storm, not chance at all! It was her fate.
That's what she thought as pulled up at her home. Phone still grasped in her hand, she entered her home.
"Where have you been Sarah? It's almost been two hours!" Her father's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Big line at the bank! Sorry!" She shouted back, heading up the stairs. She didn't need to make him worry...unless he watched the evening news. She wouldn't be up there though, right? Hm. Well, problem for later. "I'll be down in a minute!"
She was not planning on being down in a minute though. Sarah had to be getting this call soon. What else could those people be doing...? Covering their tracks? Planning their take-down of the scary hair girl and her cohorts? No, she would get this call. She was certain of it. Five minutes at the most.
