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"Attention, citizens!

Following the escape of two criminals, we caught the perpetrator who helped them - former agent Mitchell Marrow, now a traitor to state and Government.

His execution was held in the Avalon State Office for Law and Supreme Justice, and the execution will be broadcast for the public at 5 PM.." 

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"You need more than that to get out, Fitzroy." It hadn't been his plan, but he sure as fuck wasn't going to let it all go to waste, not like this. "Use those keys! Hang on to them, they're useful!" The door was sliding shut, and he hoped to whatever was out there that Fitzroy had enough sense to take another look at the keys. His apartment key was there, and hopefully.. Scout could get that. And Morgan. There were some pictures he hadn't given her that she'd probably want. With a soft click, a white wall separated him from Rizzo and Olive, and he readied his gun. Rizzo had already shot the panel, so that meant one more bullet.

The white wall at the very opposite end of the hallway slid open, and he fired the first shot.

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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The bright red blood pooling by Rizzo's foot was worrisome, to say the least. He kept pushing the cart along as Rizzo limped forwards, considering if he should ask Rizzo to lay back down on the cart. Then again, he couldn't say that pushing the cart didn't go quicker now that he only had to wheel Olive around. "Five minutes extra for each door and about three or so for each hallway. How's your leg?" Holy fuck, that did not look good. The only hope they had for now was if they somehow managed to wake Olive. And then they'd still have to pray for her ability to walk on her own two legs, because there was no way Rizzo would be able to carry them both to safety with his leg bleeding like that.

They were at another door and Mitchell for Rizzo to type the code in and open the door, wheeling Olive in over the doorstep with as much care as he could muster knowing that there were armed people on their tails. Everything seemed to pass by in a blur, and then- last door. They were at the last door, and Olive still wasn't awake, oh fucking-

"Olive. Olive!" He snapped his fingers next to her ear, but the blonde didn't so much as blink. "Look, you can either take the cart or try carrying her, but I think this is it-"

The steps. Oh, bright shining Jesus burning on the cross, he could hear the steady march down the hallways; closer and closer and closer. "Fitzroy, open that door, take the cart, shoot the panel on the other side." He reached with his hand down into the foot-end of Olive's unzipped bodybag, taking the gun he'd originally meant for her. If he had to stall them, he had better stall them properly.

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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"We're still in the building. They've figured it out," Mitchell replied, one hand on his gun and the other on the handle of the cart. He stopped as soon as Rizzo pointed out that Olive still needed to be unzipped, taking two steps up and zipping down the bag. The blonde was still badly bruised, and her hand was bandaged. He had a feeling the clothes she wore concealed most of the damage done, and even then, it was clear that she'd taken a beating. She was breathing, but unconscious, and Mitchell didn't have any smelling salts at hand.

"We've got about four hallways just like these left," he informed Rizzo, "and we've got five minutes down each one of 'em if we keep slamming the panels." The cart kept rolling at a quick pace towards the next white sliding door. His hands shifted so that the hand with the gun was now in control of the cart as well, his now free one going into his pocket for his card and control keys. 

The cart stopped as soon as they reached the white wall, Mitchell immediately walking to the panel. "You slide the card in and press 2-4-4-9-8-6, wait for the green light-" As if on cue, a small green light appeared atop the panel and the door slid open. "- and then you're in." He pushed the cart inside, and despite the bump, Olive showed no signs of waking up. "Once you're in, you press 9-9-9 and then slam the entire panel, like this-" he slammed the panel as the door shut closed behind them, "and then you've got yourself another five minutes of downtime thanks to the security system." With the way things were going, he was beginning to feel like it was important that Rizzo knew it. Olive might have known it, or at least been able to guess it - it was just an update from their old system, and she'd always been too clever for her own good - but as the situation was, she was unconscious, and not about to wake up on her own anytime soon.

"The way I'm taking you two is going to lead you to the old parking lot. It's abandoned, 'cause we don't use it anymore, but it's still locked, so here- take my keys. It's the large door with the bars, impossible to miss. You can see a small patch of woods from it 'cause it's right near an old park."

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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"If I want to get there on time, I should go right about now." The smile on his face was happy, nearly deliriously so, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed alongside Scout. He wanted to stay, he really did, but he couldn't. Not now. He let his hands rest on her upper back, stroking small circles as she hugged him. He let out a small laugh as she kissed his neck, and then he took a step back only to lean in and kiss her properly, smiling into it. "I love you too," he said, and then he let go.

"Say hi to Morgan for me when you tell her the news, will you?" he grinned, before kissing her forehead. Mitchell leaned in again, kissing her once more, five minutes late be damned. 

"You can get to decide which last names we'll be getting," he said, laughing, and then he began walking away. He stopped when he was around 20 meters from her to wave, and then he took a look at his watch and realized he'd probably be a hell of a lot later than just five minutes, and so he promptly jogged out of the park, a happy grin on his face.

Dustland Fairytale || Scout & Mitchell

“Yeah. I’ll do it.” Scout  leaned up to kiss him, pulling back and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Right now, she couldn’t be bothered with the technicalities of how they were going to be together, just that they were. And honestly, that was enough for her. 

She lifted his wrist to look at his watch check the time, a small cloud of disappointment crossing over her face. There was never enough time. She leaned up to kiss him again, hard, her hand on his cheek. 

“What time do you need to get back?” Scout knew it would be soon. It was always soon. She hoped, though, that he would say something along the lines of Never, let’s just go away somewhere and take Morgan and run, but she didn’t think that was going to happen. So she settled for resting her head on his shoulder, trying to get close for the few minutes that they had left.

“I love you,” she mumbled, smiling into his shoulder, moving to kiss his neck. 

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So far, no one had thought twice about how he was wheeling two seemingly dead bodies out of the building. Rizzo was doing a good job, considering he was conscious - and Olive hadn't so much as twitched. Mitchell wasn't sure if that was good or really disconcerting. She'd looked like she'd been through hell. She could have internal injuries for all he knew, fucking sh-

"Hey, Marrow!"

Dammit.

"Hey, Riley. Sorry, man, got to dash, they won't decompose any slower!" Riley shrugged and laughed, nodding in agreement. "Who're the lucky ones?" 

"Test subjects for the labs, apparently." Mitchell shook his head, and Riley mock-shivered. "Fuckin' lab-rat creeps, man. You take care! Haven't seen you in ages," Riley replied, and Mitchell nodded again. "You too, man." He kept the cart rolling, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as soon as he rounded the corner, the sound of Riley's steps fading. His hands weren't shaking, but that was all thanks to how he was forcing himself not to. They were close to the exit now - a few more hallways and some card-secured doors, and they'd be out.

Of course, that was when things became complicated. Very complicated.

Mitchell had just pressed his code into the door, a white wall sliding open to reveal itself as a pathway, and that was when he heard the stampede - several people running towards their general direction, the trained and careful rhytm of people on a mission. "Fuck," he muttered, and then he gave the cart a shove so that they were on the side of the second hallway - which meant that they had about four of them left. The white wall slid shut behind them, and Mitchell practically slammed the panel next to them - it'd give them about five minutes extra thanks to the security settings. "Rizzo, hold on, we've got to dash. Start unzipping yourself as soon as you can."

The cart rolled faster and faster as he broke out into a run, and Mitchell was glad the floor didn't have any bumps besides the doorways.

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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Mitchell laughed softly, but he looked sort of sad regardless. The circumstances they were in were fucked up, and he hadn't really wanted to make this his "redemption arc" or whatever he was supposed to call it - mainly because the ones responsible for leaving Rizzo like this were Mitchell's own employers. He thought for a second that he heard Rizzo whisper something, but he hadn't heard what it was. Since the redhead didn't seem to think it needed repeating when Mitchell didn't reply the first time around, he decided to not press the issue, and instead began wheeling the cart out of the ward, closing the doors shut.

The elevator ride had never seemed so long before, but Mitchell kept his cool regardless, well-aware of the cameras that the Government had installed in the elevators near the cells. So long as he didn't act suspicious, he might gain a little more time for the plan. 

Said plan was wheeling Rizzo and Olive out once they reached ground floor, and then.. What would he do then? Try to get rid of the evidence, probably. He'd picked up a thing or two about deleting videotapes, and it didn't seem that hard. 

The door finally slid open as the elevator came to a halt, and Mitchell wheeled the cart out, nodding politely at the few people he passed. None of them were looking at him strangely for having to wheel around what looked like two dead bodies, which - that was probably the most unnerving thing of all, how that seemed normal to the rest of them. He bit lightly down on his lower lip, and pushed the cart further. They were so close to getting them out it was ridiculous: no one had taken notice of anything yet, and while there was still a distance left between the escapees and freedom.. He didn't doubt that they'd somehow make it.

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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"You won't have to run. Or limp. Hopefully." Time was up, and Mitchell opened the door, gesturing to the cart with the two bodybags. "Sorry about the carriage, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. I poked holes in them, so breathing won't be a problem. It's surprisingly easy to open from the inside if anything goes.. Wrong, too. Strap yourself in," he instructed, and then he opened the door to Olive's cell. Dark and unwelcoming, as all of the cells were, but eerily quiet. Not to mention that the sight of Olive herself - that was the worst part. Drew had really beaten the shit out of the unconscious blonde. He carefully placed her in the bodybag he'd brought with him into her cell, and then he picked her up like she was made of glass, placing her with care onto the top of the cart.

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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Mitchell's eyes lit up and he began laughing softly, shaking his head as if he was trying to contain himself. "That'll be an interesting conversation, huh. I figure you can do it, if you want to. I mean, you see her more often than I do, right?" The thought of that made him.. Sort of sad, but he knew that until things settled in, that was how it would have to be. Maybe, once they got married.. Maybe they could come up with a good solution to it. He doubted anyone had cared too much about his deceased swine of a father, and he seriously doubted anyone would suspect Morgan, anyhow. If anything, they could just blame it on her having gone through a fugue state or the like.

"I say you do it," Mitchell concluded, an easy smile on his face. He had a feeling he'd have to go back to the office sooner than he'd want to, but at least he'd gotten some time off regardless. 

Dustland Fairytale || Scout & Mitchell

“Yeah. Engaged.” The word felt weird on her tongue, unfamiliar. She’d been a little afraid to put a word to what they had, but now that she thought about it… Yeah, she wanted to stick with him. For… Well, forever, as ridiculous as that was. Honestly, she’d figured, as she’d gotten older, she wouldn’t ever be getting married or engaged or anything. It wasn’t like she really lived a lifestyle conducive to it. But holy shit. Engaged. 

She laughed when he bumped her, leaning into him ever so slightly. “Sorry. You missed the boat by a few minutes, buddy,” she teased, smiling up at him. Then she paused again. “Who’s gonna tell Morgan?” Holy shit, she was going to be Morgan’s sister-in-law. She already adored Morgan like her younger sister, but it was like they were making it official. 

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"I'm not here to gloat, Fitzroy," Mitchell bit back. They hadn't exactly interacted on the happiest of terms, and while he felt pretty adamant that he was mostly doing this for the benefit of Scout and Morgan.. He wasn't about to leave Rizzo to rot in the cells, either. No one deserved that. Besides, he owed Olive too. Win-win situation and all that. He checked his watch - half a minute until the camera would shut itself off, thanks to some crafty engineering he'd picked up talking to some of the interns at the surveillance lab.

"Fitzroy, when I open the door.. Hell, can you even stand? Look, I need you to walk out of your cell as quickly as you can. We don't have much time. Has Ol- Fuchs been this quiet all day, or what?"

He shot a glance towards Olive's door, finding the silence unnerving. 

Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

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His eyes widened the minute he heard the surprised squeak erupting from Scout, and he bit his lip, wondering where he'd gone wrong. He'd assumed- had he assumed it wrong? "... Please don't tell me I've got this all messed up, Scout," Mitchell began, something like genuine worry in his eyes. She seemed happy, but. God. What?

"You gave me the ring so I sort of... Yeah? Engaged?" He smiled into the kiss, because, yeah, okay. Engaged. Engaged! Engaged. 

Mitchell's smile widened into a grin, and then he was bumping lightly against her shoulder. "I like you a lot, you know. Mind going on a date? Or is that a ring I see on your finger?"

Dustland Fairytale || Scout & Mitchell

 Scout allowed herself to be guided, that warm feeling of Mine, this is mine, and no one can take it away spreading through her. His hand was warm in hers, and she half wished she’d worn gloves. It was getting chilly. 

She was brought away from her preoccupation with the cold when he started talking. Then she stopped cold in her tracks, eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him. In-law? Like, actually… 

A sort of strangled squeaking noise escaped from her before she could regain her composure. Yeah, Scout had wanted to have that type of commitment at some point, but she hadn’t wanted to push it. She shook her head slightly as if trying to clear away some type of unwanted thought and peered up at him, a grin slowly taking the place of her bemused expression.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be… Yeah.” She laughed, leaning up to kiss him quickly. “I’m not so good with words right now, dear, you’re going to have to excuse me.”

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"Sorry, I'm taken. I even have a ring to prove it." He waved his hand in front of her, a big, happy smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, pulling her in towards his side, his hand on her shoulder. The streets weren't empty, but there was a park not too far from the diner - so Mitchell took her hand and led her towards it, happy to find it mostly abandoned save for some other people taking walks at the other side of the large pond in the middle of the large green field. He didn't feel comfortable discussing the things he needed to tell her out in the open, not really, but the park was empty and it seemed harmless.

"I've been thinking, you know," he began, grinning to himself, shaking his thoughts and the goofy grin away as he continued talking. "I just.. I've figured out that I can be of use to.. Your gang. Won't do with Fitzroy hating me, right? Or the rest of your family. I figure if this whole thing is going where I hope it is, I better start working at becoming an acceptable in-law, right?" 

Dustland Fairytale || Scout & Mitchell

“We’ll always have that one apartment building,” said Scout with a smile and a laugh. She threw some coins on the table and stood up, dropping his hands and tucking hers in the pockets of her coat.

“C’mon soldier. Let’s go for a walk.” Being around all these people… It was weird and uncomfortable for some reason. She didn’t like it at all suddenly, like they were suffocating her by being around her. It had been happening more and more lately, making her stay in her room because she couldn’t quite face the other Killjoys. Especially now that Rizzo and Deacon were gone. It wasn’t right anymore. 

Once they were outside she took his hand again, swinging it very slightly. The smothering feeling was vanishing in the cold air. She tugged her scarf tighter around her neck and looked up at him. “Hey. I like you a lot.” She bumped his shoulder with hers slightly, grinning at him.”We should go out sometime.”

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Rebellion || Mitchell & Rizzo

It had taken them so long, and Mitchell had no idea why - but somehow, no one had been formally informed of how Rizzo Fitzroy was in their custody. He had no idea what the Government was planning, probably a grand execution of some sort; but the odds were that they simply hadn't cracked the redhead yet. Which was good, in Mitchell's eyes - perhaps not so much for Rizzo, but for people like Scout and Morgan. Rizzo was bound to be in a hellish condition, but at least he hadn't given away his makeshift family. It was a small comfort as Mitchell tapped the side of his leg on the entire way down to the cells, a cart meant for rolling around bodies that he'd nicked from the morgue in front of him.

The ride down had taken way too long, but his plan had worked. The guards weren't there - on one of their few breaks, and in two minutes exactly, the cameras would shut themselves down for six minutes in each of the cells. From what he'd gathered, Rizzo was the only captured gang member, and he hadn't been given the name of anyone else held in the same hallway - besides one Olive Fuchs. 

If he had any luck at all, he'd be able to get her out as well.

Empty and quiet - eerily quiet. He didn't know what sort of condition the prisoners were in, but he hoped to God they'd be able to get themselves out of their cells and into the bodybags he'd grabbed to conceal them with.

"Fitzroy?" The cart squeaked just a little as it came to a halt, stopping right in the middle of the hallway, right between the two cell-doors that belonged to them. "Fitzroy? Fitzroy, are you awake? We have to get you out of here."

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basically that's how mitchell's going 2 die

so uh

head's up that i don't want to be left behind on that!

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"I know."

He squeezed her hands back, looking for all the world like the man atop of the world had just fallen down. 

"But we'll always have Paris, right?" Mitchell added, a small, impish grin on his face as he tried to cheer her up. He didn't like seeing people sad, which was a minus considering his line of work. "Or the graveyard." Mother of god, such romance. He knew Morgan would be beyond amused at that. 

Shit, there were so many things he wanted to say, but saying them in a diner didn't seem safe. Things like the revelations he'd had during the last few days, about how he knew what his purpose could be in relation to the gangs. What it should be.

Dustland Fairytale || Scout & Mitchell

“You’re on a roller coaster that only goes up?” Scout suggested with a laugh, the sound far too loud to be acceptable. Ah, well. Just because the other people in the coffee place weren’t having any fun didn’t mean that she and Mitch couldn’t. Her expression softened when she saw Mitchell looking at their hands. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze and brought them up to her lips to kiss his palms. 

“I’d suggest seeing each other more if I thought it would work.” Her voice was low, sad. If there was a way to see each other more without getting in trouble, Scout was sure they would have found it by now. The fact was that they were probably stuck in limbo until either the Government or the gangs finally dissolved. She sighed, good mood evaporating. 

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