- Jun 18, 2015
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Things had gone well. Really well. He'd cut off Altizica, there was no sign of the greater whole, and he'd expected it as... something that was going to happen. Something that needed to happen. He hadn't even needed to use his backup plan, which made the whole thing feel really silly. But it was no harm no foul.
At three in the morning, he snuck his way into the office, getting ready to put things beside him. The gunsafe was right where he'd left it, and he carefully punched the keycode in, pulling the gun and it's holster off him.
The safe beeped an error at him.
Jude stared at the safe for a long, long moment, and then turned to glance behind him.
Angelo was sitting there, just like he'd worried, his right leg crossed over his left and his arms folded. As Jude turned, he held out his hand, his face hard and angry.
He reminded Jude a lot of his dad in that moment.
He didn't wait to be asked, just slipped over and deposited the gun in Angelo's outstretched hand. Angelo was mechanical as he checked it over, ensuring the safety was in place before checking each bullet, only looking back at Jude once he'd ensured they were all there.
"You're going to explain," Angelo said. "I know you didn't shoot it. But you took it. And that's a crime."
There was a moment--a long moment--where Jude almost considered lying. Lying to Angelo to cover his ass. Only no, Angelo would know. He was a terrible liar, and hadn't he felt justified enough to do it in the first place?
So he explained. The whole thing. Top to bottom. Everything Altizica had said, everything he'd threatened, how similar he was to Phokrus, the whole plan. Top to bottom. He made sure to make it clear that it was just him--not anyone else--and then simply waited.
Angelo let out a long, long sigh. The kind of tired sigh that Basilio made sometimes, when someone had really screwed up. The one where people normally ended up dead. But instead Angelo sighed again, leaning back in his chair.
"You have two options here. One: You can leave. You get a dorm. You don't come here again. Or two: You get therapy. You can't keep going like you're going. You can't keep wringing yourself out like this. I'm not going to say you were wrong thinking that he was a threat, but I am going to say you were really wrong about how you went about it. He made threats. You should have told me. If someone makes threats like that, you report them. Especially in the community center. There's cameras, they'd pull them up, charges, the whole time."
Jude couldn't tell how mad Angelo was. He wasn't Basilio-mad for sure, but he was... disappointed? something? He couldn't tell, and he shifted uncomfortably under Angelo's gaze.
"I'm going to put this away. And if I ever catch you in my safe again, you're out. And you're on lockdown."
Jude grimaced, but he wasn't going to argue.
At three in the morning, he snuck his way into the office, getting ready to put things beside him. The gunsafe was right where he'd left it, and he carefully punched the keycode in, pulling the gun and it's holster off him.
The safe beeped an error at him.
Jude stared at the safe for a long, long moment, and then turned to glance behind him.
Angelo was sitting there, just like he'd worried, his right leg crossed over his left and his arms folded. As Jude turned, he held out his hand, his face hard and angry.
He reminded Jude a lot of his dad in that moment.
He didn't wait to be asked, just slipped over and deposited the gun in Angelo's outstretched hand. Angelo was mechanical as he checked it over, ensuring the safety was in place before checking each bullet, only looking back at Jude once he'd ensured they were all there.
"You're going to explain," Angelo said. "I know you didn't shoot it. But you took it. And that's a crime."
There was a moment--a long moment--where Jude almost considered lying. Lying to Angelo to cover his ass. Only no, Angelo would know. He was a terrible liar, and hadn't he felt justified enough to do it in the first place?
So he explained. The whole thing. Top to bottom. Everything Altizica had said, everything he'd threatened, how similar he was to Phokrus, the whole plan. Top to bottom. He made sure to make it clear that it was just him--not anyone else--and then simply waited.
Angelo let out a long, long sigh. The kind of tired sigh that Basilio made sometimes, when someone had really screwed up. The one where people normally ended up dead. But instead Angelo sighed again, leaning back in his chair.
"You have two options here. One: You can leave. You get a dorm. You don't come here again. Or two: You get therapy. You can't keep going like you're going. You can't keep wringing yourself out like this. I'm not going to say you were wrong thinking that he was a threat, but I am going to say you were really wrong about how you went about it. He made threats. You should have told me. If someone makes threats like that, you report them. Especially in the community center. There's cameras, they'd pull them up, charges, the whole time."
Jude couldn't tell how mad Angelo was. He wasn't Basilio-mad for sure, but he was... disappointed? something? He couldn't tell, and he shifted uncomfortably under Angelo's gaze.
"I'm going to put this away. And if I ever catch you in my safe again, you're out. And you're on lockdown."
Jude grimaced, but he wasn't going to argue.