A Seedy New York Hotel Room: Tuesday Afternoon
Marty paced the room looking like he was about to lose his mind. It was bad enough that Grocer was after him, but where the hell had Angela gone?
After checking the hotel room they were originally in and not finding her there he left and went to another hotel on the west side in case Grocer knew where they were staying. Making sure he wasn't followed he then left messages back at the hotel for Angela to contact him and tried to keep his brain from exploding while occasionally trying to call both Angela and Marcella on their cellphones.
Angela was almost frantic when she heard her phone ringing dimly from the recesses of her bag. She knew New York, she did, but it was hot and she was huge and none of the buildings around her were the same as they had been ten years ago, and the agents had frightened her and then dropped her on a corner where there were, like, no cabs, ever, she'd been looking before she started walking.
Choking back a sniffle, she answered the call. "He-hello?" she said, a hitch in her voice.
"It's me," Marty said continuing to pace back and forth. "Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm not sure," Angela answered, trying to read the street signs. "Thirty-something and ... somebody stole the cross-street sign. There's like a Chinese restaurant and a bunch of empty buildings and no cabs."
"Where are you?"
"At a hotel," he replied as he headed to the door. "And I think not too far away from you. Stay where you are and I'll find you. Don't hang up. Where did you disappear to?"
"No, I'll come to you," Angela said firmly, as a cab finally came by and reluctantly pulled up to the curb. "I got a cab. What's the address where you are?"
She sighed. "I don't wanna tell you over the phone. But I'm fine and the baby is fine. Promise."
Marty let out a sigh of relief before spouting out the address and heading to the lobby. "Thank God. I'll meet you downstairs."
Angela frantically gave the address to the cabby, who grunted something in response before speeding off. In very short order, she was lumbering into the hotel lobby and collapsing into Marty's arms. "Thank God," she agreed, and said nothing more as she stood there holding him.
Marty clung on to her protectively for a minute or so and then looked over her carefully before beginning to usher her back to the room. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea what was going on. I didn't think anyone could find me after the last time."
Angela shook her head, burying it against Marty's shoulder as they opened the door to the room. "It's not just him," she said, once the door was shut behind them. "Federal agents grabbed me. They ... they want you to turn yourself in, Marty."
She realized, then, that she was angry at the entire situation, mostly the agents and Grocer but Marty as well. "I thought you were out."
"I am out," Marty said, with a sick feeling in his stomach. "Grocer must have tracked down my mother and then paid off someone to talk to Marcella to see if he could flush me out of hiding. I don't know how the Feds found me. They must have spotted me somewhere in town or someone tipped them off."
Angela shuddered, face blank ha as she sat down on the bed. In a very small voice, she asked, "So what are we going to do?"
Marty began to pace again, his hands locked behind his neck. "Those federal agents. Did they give you their names?"
"McCullers and Lardner," Angela said, nodding, happy to be able to help. "They're both probably, I don't know, maybe 40? McCullers was black with short hair and Lardner was really pale, with dark hair." She frowned, trying to remember more. "Lardner called McCullers Ken. Do you know them?"
"No," Marty said going to pick up his phone. "But I know someone who can find out for me."
He hit speed dial and waiting only a second for the other person to pick up. "Marcella? It's me. Get out of there now. Get Mom and go. Leave everything behind. When you get someplace safe, get me some information on two spooks: Ken McCullers and someone name Lardner. Go."
Marty hung up the phone and gave Angela a haunted look. "I don't suppose I can convince you to go home where it's safe?"
"And what, spend the rest of my life telling our child his father got himself killed in the future?" Angela said grimly. "You're here, I'm here. For good."
She added, "I don't suppose I can convince you to work with the agents? They said it would be easier on you if you came in on your own."
"If I go to them, then I'll be lucky to see daylight ever again," Marty said shaking his head. "I'm going to have to think of something better."
Angela was curled as much into herself as her expanded stomach would let her, and her face was pale. "Okay. All right. Marty, I can't ..." She swallowed. "I try to pretend your past isn't there, you know?"
Marty took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, running his fingers through her hair. "I've been trying to do the same," he said quietly. "I thought I had everything wrapped up and we were safe. I'm sorry Angela. I... I'm just so sorry."
"You can't make it better," Angela sniffled, letting him touch her but making no move to reciprocate, "We can only ... try to go forward? Try to pretend we aren't broken?"
She eyed him warily. "So. What's next?"
"We wait for Marcella to call back," Marty said leaning over to kiss her forehead. "And then... I take care of this. Once and for all."
[ooc: Preplayed once again with the faboo chasingangela. NFI but OOC is welcome!]
After checking the hotel room they were originally in and not finding her there he left and went to another hotel on the west side in case Grocer knew where they were staying. Making sure he wasn't followed he then left messages back at the hotel for Angela to contact him and tried to keep his brain from exploding while occasionally trying to call both Angela and Marcella on their cellphones.
Angela was almost frantic when she heard her phone ringing dimly from the recesses of her bag. She knew New York, she did, but it was hot and she was huge and none of the buildings around her were the same as they had been ten years ago, and the agents had frightened her and then dropped her on a corner where there were, like, no cabs, ever, she'd been looking before she started walking.
Choking back a sniffle, she answered the call. "He-hello?" she said, a hitch in her voice.
"It's me," Marty said continuing to pace back and forth. "Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm not sure," Angela answered, trying to read the street signs. "Thirty-something and ... somebody stole the cross-street sign. There's like a Chinese restaurant and a bunch of empty buildings and no cabs."
"Where are you?"
"At a hotel," he replied as he headed to the door. "And I think not too far away from you. Stay where you are and I'll find you. Don't hang up. Where did you disappear to?"
"No, I'll come to you," Angela said firmly, as a cab finally came by and reluctantly pulled up to the curb. "I got a cab. What's the address where you are?"
She sighed. "I don't wanna tell you over the phone. But I'm fine and the baby is fine. Promise."
Marty let out a sigh of relief before spouting out the address and heading to the lobby. "Thank God. I'll meet you downstairs."
Angela frantically gave the address to the cabby, who grunted something in response before speeding off. In very short order, she was lumbering into the hotel lobby and collapsing into Marty's arms. "Thank God," she agreed, and said nothing more as she stood there holding him.
Marty clung on to her protectively for a minute or so and then looked over her carefully before beginning to usher her back to the room. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea what was going on. I didn't think anyone could find me after the last time."
Angela shook her head, burying it against Marty's shoulder as they opened the door to the room. "It's not just him," she said, once the door was shut behind them. "Federal agents grabbed me. They ... they want you to turn yourself in, Marty."
She realized, then, that she was angry at the entire situation, mostly the agents and Grocer but Marty as well. "I thought you were out."
"I am out," Marty said, with a sick feeling in his stomach. "Grocer must have tracked down my mother and then paid off someone to talk to Marcella to see if he could flush me out of hiding. I don't know how the Feds found me. They must have spotted me somewhere in town or someone tipped them off."
Angela shuddered, face blank ha as she sat down on the bed. In a very small voice, she asked, "So what are we going to do?"
Marty began to pace again, his hands locked behind his neck. "Those federal agents. Did they give you their names?"
"McCullers and Lardner," Angela said, nodding, happy to be able to help. "They're both probably, I don't know, maybe 40? McCullers was black with short hair and Lardner was really pale, with dark hair." She frowned, trying to remember more. "Lardner called McCullers Ken. Do you know them?"
"No," Marty said going to pick up his phone. "But I know someone who can find out for me."
He hit speed dial and waiting only a second for the other person to pick up. "Marcella? It's me. Get out of there now. Get Mom and go. Leave everything behind. When you get someplace safe, get me some information on two spooks: Ken McCullers and someone name Lardner. Go."
Marty hung up the phone and gave Angela a haunted look. "I don't suppose I can convince you to go home where it's safe?"
"And what, spend the rest of my life telling our child his father got himself killed in the future?" Angela said grimly. "You're here, I'm here. For good."
She added, "I don't suppose I can convince you to work with the agents? They said it would be easier on you if you came in on your own."
"If I go to them, then I'll be lucky to see daylight ever again," Marty said shaking his head. "I'm going to have to think of something better."
Angela was curled as much into herself as her expanded stomach would let her, and her face was pale. "Okay. All right. Marty, I can't ..." She swallowed. "I try to pretend your past isn't there, you know?"
Marty took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, running his fingers through her hair. "I've been trying to do the same," he said quietly. "I thought I had everything wrapped up and we were safe. I'm sorry Angela. I... I'm just so sorry."
"You can't make it better," Angela sniffled, letting him touch her but making no move to reciprocate, "We can only ... try to go forward? Try to pretend we aren't broken?"
She eyed him warily. "So. What's next?"
"We wait for Marcella to call back," Marty said leaning over to kiss her forehead. "And then... I take care of this. Once and for all."
[ooc: Preplayed once again with the faboo chasingangela. NFI but OOC is welcome!]