[The PCD clicks on to a messy, bloody scene. On the wet ground by the riverfront, Saul is lying flat on his stomach, hurt and dazed with his hook just out of his reach, though he stretches his hand towards it. He can't get it, though - because Matt is half-kneeling over him, one foot digging into his back, holding a gun to his temple.]
"I said do it."
[Saul grumbles something in his own language, clearly not about to apologize or even talk back.]
"Fuck. Setsu, are you recording?"
[the image gets a little blurry for a while.]
"I am, damn it. " [an irritated shout] "Do not let your guard down, idiot."
"Shut up and you. Apologize."
[Matt repeats, kicking Saul.]
[Saul answers with a wordless hiss, reaching for the hook again - and this time somehow he manages to grab it. And then a small spark of electricity runs along the length of the metal.
A heartbeat passes. Saul grins.
And the video feed cuts out with a sharp crack.]
"What the..."
[silence, the feed doesn't display image only sound]
"What do you think you're--"
[several pained sounds coming from Setsuna]
"SETSUNA!"
[a series of chirping sounds and screams, the boy's attempts at speaking are barely understandable]
"...his po..wer is.......lose.....dam..."
[a thump can be heard]
"No, Setsuna... Setsu...?"
[Matt's voice is heard but now it sounds completely terrified, unlike the usual tone the boy has. A few gunshots are heard and the feed ends suddenly.]
[[ooc edit: NO, they CAN'T be tracked down, before anyone tries. They won't be found at Saul's, either.]]
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