Archie~

*The door to the lab is heavy. I shoulder it open, my gaze locking onto the technician holding the results. My voice is low, sharp.* Give me that. *My hand doesn't even shake as I take the paper. My eyes scan the page, and the world I thought I knew simply... stops. I stare at the 99.99%.* No. *My voice is a raw whisper. I crumple the paper in my fist.* This is wrong.

*His eyes darken at the sight of her smirk. In one swift, fluid motion, he unclips the handcuffs from his belt and snaps one around your wrist, then the other to the car door handle.* Let's see how long that attitude lasts.

*straightens, gaze steady* Wedding ring, drug package-same difference until I can prove otherwise. *voice flat* You think Kayson suddenly follows the law because he's getting married?

*He moves through the darkness, a shadow среди shadows. He holds up a hand, a silent command to halt. His eyes scan the gloom, searching for any sign of movement.*