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[benedictbecky]

The thing was, things were so good for Becky that she shoulda figured she was due to be fucked over any minute now

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[investigunn]

It was the sound that first caught Gunn's attention, mostly because he was pretty damn sure that phones didn't work here. It was the fact that it was Becky's phone that kept his attention, and he hurried over to where it was that she was sitting.

"What's up?" he asked, his expression torn between concern and confusion.

[benedictbecky]

"If I say nothing, will you believe me?"

Becky looked at the phone where it lay, willing it to shut off or something. "Shit," she whispered. "Shit shit shit."

[investigunn]

"Not anymore, I won't," said Gunn, reaching to pick up the phone. He didn't look at it, figuring he'd at least wait for some sort of explanation before he got all nosy. Of course, expecting that he might have to get all nosy, he didn't hand it back just yet, either. "Becky, tell me what's wrong."

[benedictbecky]

"When I was at home," she said, in a small, scared voice, "I did a bad thing, baby. And this place here is pretty determined that it ain't gonna let me forget it."

She nodded at the phone.

[investigunn]

Gunn knelt down beside her and read the message that was still showing on the phone.

It's not over, Becky.

Watch your fucking back.

As far as creepy messages go, it was pretty goddamn creepy, and Gunn couldn't help the familiar feeling of dread that settled into the bottom of his stomach like it had never left. His grip on the phone tightened and he stared up at Becky, eyes wide.

"Who sent this to you? From before, I mean. The date's too old for it to be anyone here."

[benedictbecky]

"It could really only be Gail," Becky said. "Unless she asked someone else to do it." She reached out, and gently pried the phone from his fingers, her own hands icy cold. "See, the thing is, Gail wants me dead."

[investigunn]

"Yeah, but she's not here, right?" said Gunn, thinking Becky would've probably mentioned if some homicidal bitch had shown up.

[benedictbecky]

"Not so far as I know," Becky said. "But she's not the only one. Gail is more... representative of a population... that wants me dead."

[investigunn]

"And is any of that population here?" asked Gunn, raising an eyebrow. "'Cause I can be pretty damn persuasive in 'the not lettin' them kill you sorta way' if you know what I mean."

[benedictbecky]

"Not no more," Becky said, chewing her bottom lip nervously. "There was Miho, but I won her over, as much as you can, and she's gone now. Jesus, I wish she was still here. She never talked, but Gail woulda listened... maybe."

[investigunn]

"Yeah, well, hopefully her skank ass won't ever show up here," said Gunn, reaching for Becky's hand. "But if she does, she better be prepared for one helluva welcome party, you hear me?"

[benedictbecky]

To be fair, Becky hadn't ever really seen the boys in action. What she knew, though, had to do with hiding in a gutter with the guns going off around her and blood everywhere and knowing each of those dead guys was probably her fault.

She smiled weakly. "Okay."

[investigunn]

Gunn half-stood up so that he could press a kiss to Becky's forehead before leaning in to hug her.

"We'll take care of you, okay?" he said, his voice muffled by her hair.

[benedictbecky]

"Maybe you shouldn't," Becky told him, real quiet-like. "I pissed them off, and they don't play fair and they don't play easy."

[investigunn]

Gunn pulled back, his hands on her shoulders.

"Becky, Wes and I are used to rubbin' mojos with demons and stuff," he said. "Some crazy bitch with a grudge isn't gonna scare us."

[benedictbecky]

"Maybe," Becky said, "I gotta face her and see. It ain't like I did nothing to get this. I fucked 'em over but good, baby. I-- I wanted outta the business, and I wanted a clean slate. Maybe us Old Town girls got protection, got it pretty good, but people who ain't from Sin City? They don't hire hookers."