Tuesday - 5/25
DIMERA MANSION
MITCH: So, you’ve figured me out, then?
STEVE: Oh yeah. I had you figured out when you first showed up. Just ‘cause I got this patch over my eye don’t mean I can’t see the truth when it’s starin’ me in the face.
MITCH: Well, aren’t you just so clever?
STEVE: Thanks for noticing, but flattery isn’t gonna get you anywhere. Now, tell me what’s goin’ on down here. Tell me about the tapes!
Mitch laughed.
MITCH: Come on, man. You really think I’m gonna tell you anything? Get real!
STEVE: Well whether you choose to tell me now or later, I’ll get the information. You’re comin’ with me.
MITCH: I don’t think so. Soon as you loosen your grip slightly, I’ll snap your neck.
JETT: I wouldn’t, if I were you.
Mitch looked over and saw Jett, with his weapon drawn and pointed at him.
MITCH: Who the hell are you?
JETT: One of the guys that’s bringing you in.
STEVE: Come on, dude, did you think I’d come here without back-up? Nice of you to finally show up, by the way, Carver.
JETT: You seemed to be doing just fine with all your years of experience, Johnson. Now, let’s get this guy.
Steve spun Mitch around but kept him up against the wall. Mitch struggled, but Steve put him into a headlock again.
STEVE: You’re only making this worse on yourself here, dude.
Jett quickly cuffed Mitch, then pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. Steve forced Mitch to look at Jett, but turned his own face away. Jett sprayed Mitch in the face with the contents of the bottle, and Mitch went limp.
STEVE: Nice work.
JETT: You too. We might make a good team, after all.
STEVE: Don’t get cocky. We might not have all the information, but at least now we’ve got two of DiMera’s accomplices. Let’s get this dude to a cell.
Steve tapped a device in his ear.
STEVE: We’re good to go, Firefly, and we’ve got an extra passenger.
The only response Steve got was some static. He thought he could faintly hear fragments of words that Joy was saying.
STEVE: Firefly, do you copy?
Again, no response.
STEVE: My com must be busted. Try yours.
Jett tapped the device in his ear.
JETT: Agent Carver to Agent-in-Training Wesley, are you receiving?
Jett shook his head.
JETT: Nothing.
STEVE: All right, well let’s get this dude out of here, anyway. Shoot Joy a quick text and tell her we’re ready for pick up, then give me a hand with this.
Jett pulled out his phone and was about to send a text, but stopped.
STEVE: What’s the hold-up?
Jett showed him the phone, which was displaying a weather report.
JETT: There’s a tornado making its way across town, heading in this direction at speed. We’re not going anywhere in these conditions.
THE LOFT
Claire, her guitar strapped to her back, stood against one of the walls in the basement of her apartment complex. Several of the other tenants were down there, as well. Claire was texting back and forth with Chase.
CLAIRE: You guys are safe, right?
A moment later came Chase’s reply.
TEXT from CHASE: Yeah. Dad & I are safe. Hopefully the storm will pass quickly & with little damage. I’ll call when it’s safe.
CLAIRE: Okay. Love you!!
TEXT from CHASE: Love you too!!
Claire put her phone back in her pocket and sighed. She listened to the rain and wind outside. Jade was also among the people in the basement, and was walking around the room carrying Emmy and trying to comfort her. Jade walked near Claire.
JADE: Claire, hey.
CLAIRE: Jade.
JADE: Glad you’re safe.
CLAIRE: You too. This is some crazy weather!
Jade nodded.
JADE: I know. Emmy was napping when the sirens started, so on top of being scared by the storm, she’s tired.
CLAIRE: Gotcha.
EMMY: When can we go back upstairs, Mommy?
JADE: I don’t know, sweetheart. Hopefully soon. Once the storm stops.
EMMY: I don’t like the storm! It’s scary! I want Lambie!
JADE: Emmy, we can’t get Lambie right now, she’s upstairs and we need to stay down here.
Jade gently rubbed her daughter’s back.
JADE: It’s this stuffed lamb Eric gave her when she turned one. It usually goes everywhere with her, but in all the confusion, we ran down here and forgot to bring it with.
Claire nodded.
EMMY: I’m scared!
CLAIRE: Storms are scary, aren’t they, Emmy? I don’t like them, either. But hey, you and your mama and everyone else are safe down here until it’s over. The storm’s not gonna hurt us down here. We’re gonna be okay. And once it’s over, you can go back upstairs and find your Lambie.
JADE: Exactly.
Jade kissed Emmy’s forehead again. Claire adjusted the strap of her guitar. Emmy pointed at it.
EMMY: What’s that?
CLAIRE: This? This holds my guitar when I’m walking with it, but don’t want to carry it in my arms. I play music with it.
EMMY: Can I see?
CLARE: Sure.
Claire turned the guitar so it was on her front. She began strumming a soft melody.
