Matt pocketed his wallet and cell phone (still dead) and followed Bennet out the door. He barely registered that this brought them all out into the open air. Compared to the silence inside Odessa this place was bustling with activity; there were several cars surrounding the immediate area, temporary stations set up here and there to let people monitor the area and make plans on how to deal with the dead and the fact that half the town was an apocalyptic health hazard. There were media vans as well, further away - trying to get closer. Cover the story. Get something to write about and broadcast.
Bennet waved a few people away when they approached him, but there weren't many of them. He wasn't in charge of the operation and if he was, he clearly didn't want to be right then, if the tight "I'll deal with it later" barked at one of those people was any indication.
"We're coming with you", Matt said in an urgent tone of voice, not even bothering to actually check with the others since it had been abundantly clear that they all wanted revenge on the killer the night prior. This was bad. It was absolutely horrifying, if you stopped to think for more than two seconds. That's part of the reason he didn't. "Let us help. Where is he? ... Costa Verde?"
Plucking the thought from the man's head, Bennet seemed frustrated for a moment that he'd actually been thinking to begin with. Well, tough.
Peter caught up between the two of them. Whatever progress he'd made temper-wise seemed to have regressed with the news. Claire was his niece - he loved her. He couldn't lose her, too. Couldn't see her hurt. "He can't be far. We'll surround him, chase the son of a bitch down. We can kill him. I know the spot."
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Matt pocketed his wallet and cell phone (still dead) and followed Bennet out the door. He barely registered that this brought them all out into the open air. Compared to the silence inside Odessa this place was bustling with activity; there were several cars surrounding the immediate area, temporary stations set up here and there to let people monitor the area and make plans on how to deal with the dead and the fact that half the town was an apocalyptic health hazard. There were media vans as well, further away - trying to get closer. Cover the story. Get something to write about and broadcast.
Bennet waved a few people away when they approached him, but there weren't many of them. He wasn't in charge of the operation and if he was, he clearly didn't want to be right then, if the tight "I'll deal with it later" barked at one of those people was any indication.
"We're coming with you", Matt said in an urgent tone of voice, not even bothering to actually check with the others since it had been abundantly clear that they all wanted revenge on the killer the night prior. This was bad. It was absolutely horrifying, if you stopped to think for more than two seconds. That's part of the reason he didn't. "Let us help. Where is he? ... Costa Verde?"
Plucking the thought from the man's head, Bennet seemed frustrated for a moment that he'd actually been thinking to begin with. Well, tough.
Peter caught up between the two of them. Whatever progress he'd made temper-wise seemed to have regressed with the news. Claire was his niece - he loved her. He couldn't lose her, too. Couldn't see her hurt. "He can't be far. We'll surround him, chase the son of a bitch down. We can kill him. I know the spot."