[ graves gets the notification almost immediately, as does the report that credence's bodyguard has been compromised in an ambush. it makes his blood run cold, the fact that this is once again happening because of him -- a small part of him is grimly pleased that the failsafes he has in place are at least of use; he mobilises a team quickly, cancels his appointments for the rest of the day, following after his phone.
he catches wind of the recording, the conversation, and graves is furious. it's a mess, and it's obvious credence is fighting them the best way he knows how -- the slamming of car doors, cursing and swearing, and a part of him is proud of the fact that the young man is causing them so much trouble even if the larger part of him knows he shouldn't. credence will make the situatio worse, and the last thing they need is him to get hurt.
graves almost breaks something when he hears gunshots and credence gasping and cursing. there's nothing after that, which is what worries him. it's quick enough for him and his team to get the gist of the situation -- he's picked his best to storm the warehouse, geared up and instructed to take no prisoners, and he makes short work of the operation.
they kill six individuals, all men who are wanted for drug smuggling and trafficking, men graves had personally arrested before years ago (perhaps they should review the whole capital punishment thing, just to prevent this from happening again), and while the others take care of the bodies, graves goes to where credence is tied down and bound. ]
Credence! [ he says sharply. there's a lot of blood, so much of them, and graves swallows down the primal fear that he'll bleed out. it's his leg, he'll be fine -- but he needs medical attention right now. over his shoulder, he barks. ] Call an ambulance! Get them here right now!
[ he doesn't waste time gathering him up gingerly, with graves on his knees and wrapping an arm around him. it doesn't escape his notice that his boot is missing, likely outside where his phone is as well. ] Credence, [ he says again, softer, forcing himself to stay calm. ] I'm here. Can you hear me?
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he catches wind of the recording, the conversation, and graves is furious. it's a mess, and it's obvious credence is fighting them the best way he knows how -- the slamming of car doors, cursing and swearing, and a part of him is proud of the fact that the young man is causing them so much trouble even if the larger part of him knows he shouldn't. credence will make the situatio worse, and the last thing they need is him to get hurt.
graves almost breaks something when he hears gunshots and credence gasping and cursing. there's nothing after that, which is what worries him. it's quick enough for him and his team to get the gist of the situation -- he's picked his best to storm the warehouse, geared up and instructed to take no prisoners, and he makes short work of the operation.
they kill six individuals, all men who are wanted for drug smuggling and trafficking, men graves had personally arrested before years ago (perhaps they should review the whole capital punishment thing, just to prevent this from happening again), and while the others take care of the bodies, graves goes to where credence is tied down and bound. ]
Credence! [ he says sharply. there's a lot of blood, so much of them, and graves swallows down the primal fear that he'll bleed out. it's his leg, he'll be fine -- but he needs medical attention right now. over his shoulder, he barks. ] Call an ambulance! Get them here right now!
[ he doesn't waste time gathering him up gingerly, with graves on his knees and wrapping an arm around him. it doesn't escape his notice that his boot is missing, likely outside where his phone is as well. ] Credence, [ he says again, softer, forcing himself to stay calm. ] I'm here. Can you hear me?