Conan

He'd been quiet, slow-footed and pale when he'd left this morning - now the teen was paler, but he was running now, putting aside the throbbing pain in his chest to get back to the trailer as quickly as possible. His coat was black, and very thick - it didn't show the crimson fluid that was dripping steadily from the wound. Of course some of that had washed off in the bay. He'd been grateful for his breath-holding skills back there; he'd swum a long ways underwater so neither Lanny nor his attacker had been able to find him, and now he was soaking wet and shivering - but his long legs ate up the miles between the shore and here very quickly. Darting up the stairs and slamming into the house, Conan leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. "Com' on! We gotta go. It can't be Nadeem's, it can't be Greg's, and it can't be th' hosp'tal - but we can't stay here." One arm remained wrapped over his chest, which felt even more fiery now with his run and him already having difficulty breathing. But he panted this message out to anyone who was listening, his eyes speaking more still - they had to go, and now.

Summer Wallock

With such a small house, Summer had no problem hearing Conan calling for her even as she was tidying up Greg's room for the umpteenth time this week. It had nothing to do with keeping the quarters cleaned, but more of an old habit that she just couldn't drop. Putting aside a duster, the woman strode in a quick pace to reach the front door, and from there, it took just a glimpse at the soaked boy before she snatched the quilt from the couch and draped it around his shoulders, "What happened? You sound out of breath... Conan, where have you been?" Keen, kindly eyes roved over the teen when he mentioned 'hospital', but she couldn't yet see what was causing his labored breath.

Conan

Showing a forcefulness that he never had with Summer since coming here, Conan shoved off the blanket impatiently, not noticing how it pooled on the floor as he pushed off of the wall and raised his voice. "Col'in! Collin!" His gaze turned back to Summer. "Is 'e 'ere? We've got ta go, Summer - now!" He moved past her as quickly as he possibly could without jostling her too badly, moving to his assigned room and scooping up his backpack, which held the minimal medicine stores he still had - he figured he'd need them, when the adrenaline faded out enough for him to concentrate on treating the wound. Grabbing a second gun and a package of ammo and tucking these into the bag as well, he zipped it up and then returned to her in the front room, his eyes still ablaze with intensity. "We've got ta leave," he repeated. "Now - righ' now."

Summer Wallock

The way the boy was soaked and shivering, and the frantic way he spoke was enough to stir the greatest of alarm in Summer, and that would only grew more profound when she realized he was hurt. Had he not been sick, the paleness of his chilled skin would have been an instant red flag to some sort of injury - but for now, she marked it as the ongoing fight against his illness, "He's back at the shop- sweety, what's going on?" The long-haired woman followed him step for step as he swooped back into his room, and showed a definite unease when he packed ammo and weaponry on himself. Her features turned a little taunt, but the kindness never vacated her tones entirely. The urgency of the boy's action finally reached Summer, and though she didn't like the idea one bit, she put aside her fears and trusted in whatever Conan was doing, "We'll drive to Greg's place, and I'll give Ryan a call on the way there." Keeping a concerned watch on the red head, the woman opened the front door for him.

Conan

The teen knew that Summer didn't like his guns; that was why he didn't grab the more hefty weapons in his collection. He left those at the back of the closet, carefully disguised behind a loose board he'd found where he'd hid them the day he'd taken up residence here. The gun in his bag and the one he had on his person were the two smallest he had, but they'd have to do. As he hefted the bag again and headed for the door, he answered her, "We can't stay a' Greg's. If we go, it'll be jes to help 'em pack quick so they can go, too - that'll be the secon' place they'll look." He kept moving, ignoring the burn in his chest - if he could just keep moving, he could put the pain aside and concentrate on getting everyone to safety. He knew Lanny wouldn't be happy about him escaping - within twenty four hours, the CS would again be actively after him, and he knew that they wouldn't pause at hurting Greg, Collin, and Summer for it, or in hunting down Nadeem. "Gotta call 'deem too. Hurry! Can call Col'in on the way." He was already down the steps and halfway to to car.

Summer Wallock

'They...' - who was 'they'? The question burned in her mind, but she held off asking this as she slipped into the car and leaned over to help open the passenger door for Conan to toss his bag in and get seated. "Who are you talking about?" The worry deepened further when he hinted at a threat against her own son and their biologist friend. That's what clued her in enough to toss him a more pertinent question, which she did as she turned the key and started up the vehicle, "Is it the CrypticSilvers? Did they do something to you, Conan? Please, you've got to tell me what's wrong..."

Conan

The soft note of worry in her voice was enough to break through his frantic motions, just for a moment. Setting his bag down by his feet as he clambered in, he gave a great sigh, and turned his gaze briefly to her. His tone was more gentle as he told her, "I can't 'splain now. We've gotta move. But I prom's... I'll 'splain later. Af'er we see ta gettin' safe. 'kay?"

Summer Wallock

Through all of her concern, displayed so readily and without constraint, Summer's drawn lips formed a brief, half-smile that was was meant to be one of those 'everything is going to be alright' messages. She couldn't possibly know everything would turn out fine of course, but she remained strong regardless, "Safety first, then explanations. Agreed." Pulling out of the drive, and multi-tasking to call her husband at the same time, Summer made her way to Greg's pad.