JP - The Desire to Slap

Bumble had chosen to visit another area after saying goodbye to Radar and stopped when she heard Leimomi, looking at the woman. “Oh, hello ma’am…” She said softly. “Do you know where I can find the…uh…laundry area?”

Yeah, the Bee Queen was lost. Again.

“Hello. It’s straight down that hall, almost to the end, it says ‘Laundry’ on the door.” Leimomi directed, frowning when she heard Tzeitel’s raised voice.

Bumble jumped at the sound of Tzeitel’s voice and covered Breezy’s ears. “Shhh…it’s okay, baby.” She whispered.

“I had better get over there.” Leimomi said.

Bumble nodded.

Leimomi hurried to the room Tzeitel was in.

Tzeitel was still angrily glaring at Delilah when Leimomi came into the room.

Leimomi entered the room and froze, feeling the tension in the air. This was not a good sign. Tzeitel and Delilah looked like they wanted to slap each other.

“I think you’re just in time.” Frisk told Leimomi.

“Yes, just in time…” Delilah muttered, glaring at Tzeitel. “You’ve got to grow up eventually, Tzeitel. Otherwise, you’re going to not only get yourself killed, but those around you killed…remember what Colt has been through for you.”

“GODDAMMIT! Is it any fucking wonder I want to drink!” Tzeitel shouted in frustration. “I never asked Colt to love me like that! I never did anything to make him feel that way or do what he did for me! Don’t give me a fucking guilt trip over Colt if you’re not gonna let me drink!”

“I see there have been developments…” Leimomi said in a small voice. “Can everyone sit down and take some long, deep breaths?”

Frisk was trying the breathing exercises when she got the text from Klaire. Unfortunately the medic could not simply ignore texts. She read it. “Oh FUCK! Lyle’s cabin is under attack by one of the clones.”

Delilah's instincts kicked in almost instantly and she rushed out of the room, shouting orders. She quickly went to the weapons room and grabbed what she needed as others got into action.

Tzeitel was very briefly relieved that her kids and Klaire were here before learning that they had all gone back to the cabin. Tzeitel swore and ran out to her car. It still smelled like blood from Colt as she drove off.

Frisk jumped in Trevor and headed to the cabin.

Delilah was with Frisk, some of her scariest weapons in hand. Abraham would join them, a special case with him. Frisk would recognize it as the specialized tranquilizers for Canestone back in the day.

"Klaire isn't answering my calls." Frisk muttered. "Hopefully she just has her hands full."

"Or something happened…" Delilah grimaced. "Floor it!"

Frisk tried race with Tzeitel back to the cabin. Unfortunately Trevor was feeling tired and couldn't keep up.

“Damn it, Trevor! PLEASE PICK UP SPEED!” Delilah screamed as Riven sped by on a motorcycle. “That idiot isn’t wearing his helmet!!!!”

"Keepa level head honey" Mark reminded her as he loaded a rifle .

Frisk was not happy about Tzeitel getting so far ahead of them. "At least Tzeitel is sober…" she grumbled, coaxing Trevor to go faster.

“I am level headed!” Delilah seethed.

Mark reached over and slapped her ass to distract her "save that energy for the bedroom."

Delilah yelped.