Colby and Gable

This scene takes place shortly before the fight at the radio tower outside of Dustwich

“Do you think it might be a trap?”
Gable plucked the toothpick from his mouth and twirled it between his fingertips.
“Course it’s a trap.” He leaned back into his seat, “but there’s definitely something off about that tower, and it might help us find our mark.” He put his hands against the roof of the car and pushed, stretching. “Way more useful than talking to those mud people, or getting me killed in Dustwich.”
Colby caught herself staring and looked ahead to the other car. “Don’t you think we should say something?”
“About Dustwitch?”
“About the tower.”
“What would you say?”
“I don’t know, warn them, I guess?”
Without missing a beat, Gable reached for the center panel, and the radio crackled to life.
“Go ahead.”
“Hey Franky. Be careful.”
There was a slight pause. Colby realized she’d been holding her breath, and let it out through tightly pursed lips.
“I’m sorry, did you leave your balls back at the bridge?”
They heard Frey’s bark of a laugh, and the transmission cut out.
Gable smiled, and splayed his hands out towards Colby.
“I did the best I could,” he said. Colby felt her neck and face flush with embarrassment.
“I just don’t think they should run headfirst into danger like that.”
He grinned as he put the pick back between his teeth. “If there’s anybody can find a way out, it’s Franky.”

Colby and Gable

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