Texts to Peeta and Aziraphale

[wildmage_daine]

To Peeta: If you're in the base, take the animals and anything else important and get out now. Please.

To Aziraphale: I need your help.

Comments

[bibliophale]

What's going on? Are you all right? -AZIRAPHALE

[wildmage_daine]

I'm fine. We're taking apart the rebel base soon. Can you get people out?

[after a couple flickers of the text indicator]

[bibliophale]

Yes.

[bibliophale]

Pray to me when you're ready.

[wildmage_daine]

Thank you. I will.

[peeta_mellark]

[Frowns at phone before texting back with one hand while shoving his sketchbook and other items into a bag with the other.]

Okay. Why? What's happening?

[wildmage_daine]

[She's on the move, now, and there's no time for proper explanations.]

Not safe. Can't trust them.

[peeta_mellark]

[Slings bag over shoulder, clips on Effie's leash, and strides out into the hallway, heading toward Daine's room to pick up Sarge, Molly, and Shadow.]

Can't trust who? Who am I running from?

[wildmage_daine]

Anyone. Everyone. Aziraphale's fine. They're after me, and they might go for you because we're friends.

[peeta_mellark]

[Peeta's stride breaks when he reads the text, but he keeps moving. He remembers this feeling, the rising suspicion and distrust when the enemy was too vague and broad to name. He reaches Daine's room and leashes Molly and Sarge, who whine and stick close to him as he grabs the few things he thinks Daine feels are important and shoves them into his bag. Then everyone files back out into the hallway, dogs on leash and Shadow trotting out in front.]

I have the animals. Heading to the Ramble. What else do I need to do?

[wildmage_daine]

Keep your head down. I'll find you after.