Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
She had already become suspicious when Gil hadn’t shown up for any of the planning sessions for the next warehouse they were going to target. Gil was many things, but he wasn’t exactly unreliable. He had always shown up on time, and this was the first time he let her down. Tasha didn’t think too much of it, though it did irk her and made her rethink bringing him along.
After she had gotten a comm call from him, she had heard nothing but his choked voice and some raspy breathing. She could hear a woman speaking in the background, but it sounded very suspicious. Tasha kept the line open, working to track the signal and pinpointing it. She was a paranoid and suspicious person by nature, and the strange call was enough to prompt her to send local authorities to investigate.
By the time they had gotten there, they found a near dead Gil and an abandoned home. He was immediately taken away to a medical facility and everything was done to ensure he didn’t slip away. His spine had taken damage and his legs were useless, and it was still being determined whether the effects were permanent.
Tasha was told the news, and she half considered leaving it alone. It was not in her nature to truly care what happened to others. The very fact that she had called for people to investigate was bizarre for her, but few things made sense with Gil. In the end, she growled to herself and decided to make her way over, still annoyed at putting her plans on temporary hold.
She waited till she was told he was awake and conscious. Tasha slowly made her way over to the room, standing at the doorway and crossing her arms over her chest. There was no quip or smirk from her this time, her yellow eyes narrowed as she took in sight of him, “What happened?”