“Hey!” Numbers shouted kicking the back seat “Where are we going?!”
Wrench shot a look back.
Numbers threw up a barely legible ‘where’ ‘going’.
Wrench signed Hospital
“No. No nonono we can’t go there” Numbers mumbled “Fargo. No paper trail. No…stop..No”
He signed ‘no’ and ‘stop’ kicking the back seat again. Wrench drove on.
Still a wrenchers WIP no.3 pulled from my wrenchers fic The Close Call feat here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2124603





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