She texted him the next day. She found some stuff. Apparently wants to tell us in person. Can you meet me at 1123 Birch Ave at 3 today?
Landon stood up, going over to Callie, who was laying in bed. "I'm going out, babe. If you need anything just call, okay?" She swatted at him, mumbling lowly, and he couldn't help but smile. He took the keys and headed out.
Val grinned at him, moving her queen. "Checkmate." Arlo looked at her over his glasses, his brow furrowing. "That's bull. You cheated somehow." She laughed gleefully before standing up from the table, pushing in the chair. She kissed the top of his head and shrugged on her coat. "Sorry, babe. I'm just really good. Now I really do have to go, okay?" He sighed and caught her hand, kissing it. "Fine. Are we meeting up for dinner?" She grinned. "Of course. I love you." "I love you too. Drive safely."
(Yep!) As she approached the lab, Val's brow furrowed. The sky seemed awfully hazy today. As she pulled into the parking lot, she pulled off the helmet, her mouth parted slightly in horror. The building was a ruin, with smoke everywhere. Fire engines, ambulances, and police cars were all around, their sirens flashing. Various scientists were being helped, and Val looked just in time to see a woman with curly auburn hair being loaded into the ambulance on a stretcher, a gas mask on her face. A tall, black haired man stood by, and Val recognized Francis.
She paused, a guilty look spreading over her face. "Oh God," she muttered. "And they really have no idea how it started?"
He was silent for a long moment. "What you're doing is hurting people," she said eventually, his voice low. "You need to stop."
