Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 447. Texts and Calls

Henry’s POV

I looked at the message on my phone after watching Kenny’s father leave the building, while having a bad, foreboding feeling.

Kenny <3<3<3<3: [Henry, Ethan, take care of the counting matter and speed that up. I am entering Harry’s body to take a look at where they are brought to. Don’t worry, I will just take a look and won’t do anything risky. Don’t come here; that’s a command.

Clenching my jaw and suppressing the urge to bite into my arm or scream out loud, I took a few deep breaths instead.

I knew it.

I KNEW IT!

I should have directly acidified his father and maybe Chelsea and the others as well.

I looked at the disappearing backs of Kenny’s father and his entourage, thirsting for Kenny to turn around, in whichever body he currently was, if he had already acted.

"Alright!" Ethan clapped his hands; no idea if he had read the message from Kenny already.

"How about we continue?" He looked at the state attorney, who stood there with ruffled feathers but seemingly clueless about what this commotion was about and how easily it had died down.

I could hear the cars starting, taking him away when he was just so close to me—what a VEXING feeling.

Ethan didn’t wait for an answer and turned around to walk to the people in the back—the unmoving scientists.

"How about you continue to count? Or we can just sign the documents now?"

Judge Kroh also stood up.

"We are all busy people, aren’t we?" He hinted in the most obvious way, then followed Ethan, together with a very impatient Mrs. Howard, who death-glared at everyone present.

"We will continue then." The voice of the black-haired woman from the Lawrence family rang out, answering Ethan.

Another white coat in the back asked either Ethan or Mrs. Howard,

"How did Mr. Howard do this? Given the state of decomposition, rats were caught yesterday, but—"

"Are you here for questions or to count?" Mrs. Howard asked/yelled with impatience, mirroring what everyone was thinking.

I stared ahead quietly, itching to turn around and shove their faces into the rats, but I had to stand in line for now and watch the state attorney now furiously typing away on his phone.

"...We are here to ensure the authenticity of—"

"DO YOU ALSO NEED A SL—" Mrs. Howard roared when Ethan interrupted.

"HOW ABOUT—" He started loudly to overpower Mrs. Howard’s voice, then spoke in his usual calm tone when the old lady went silent.

"We all do what we are here for?" I heard him take a few steps.

"I’m here to ensure the fulfillment of the agreement between Mr. Howard and the government. Mrs. Howard is here as a witness, and so is the honored Judge Kroh. You are here to ensure the deal will be fulfilled as well—we are all on the same side and want all to go home soon, don’t we?"

"I couldn’t have said it better, Mr. Hendricks," Judge Kroh said sternly.

There were a few white coats mumbling something that could be interpreted as agreement, and the Lawrence woman didn’t say anything.

Soon there were just the sounds of plastic containers being pulled out and some tapping on tablets or writing on clipboards.

I sighed quietly; we will be here for a long time, and that while my beloved partner threw himself into danger again, no fucking less.

FUCK!

The state attorney had stopped typing on his phone and was now pushing his glasses up while reading something before pressing the phone against his ear and leaving the warehouse.

Nobody really reacted, and he also didn’t excuse himself—that is how insignificant his presence had become.

He left in the direction of the cars ahead while I could hear the busy tone on the other line.

He then turned to the left, leaving my view, and walked for a while before he entered one of the cars.

I pulled my phone out to type a text while still listening attentively.

Henry (Kenny’s Puppy): [Are you back already??]

I stared at the unmoving chat window while clenching my jaw in impatience, hearing the call of the state attorney apparently going through.

At this distance and with him locking himself in the car, I could only hear Mr. Bonwick’s voice.

I contemplated leaving my position but decided against it. With the Lawrence bitch being behind me, I didn’t want to give them any clues about my identity, as I would never jeopardize the success of this deal.

"Sir..." The state attorney seemed to be listening, sounding unconvinced but obedient when he continued with,

"Alright, I understand."

There was silence then while I typed another message:

Henry (Kenny’s Puppy): [Message me AS SOON AS YOU ARE BACK. I am getting nervous here, and when I am nervous I want to acidify something... or someone >:]

Again, there was no answer, no jumping dots that told me he was writing something, so I sent a few stickers from the puppy package I had downloaded: a bunch of crying and angry puppies.

The state attorney had apparently made another call, as his voice was now laced with much more authority.

"Any news?"

Henry (Kenny’s Puppy): [Are you back yeeeeet??? Write meeee, I miss you and am worried to death.]

"Mhm, we will wrap this up today. Mr. Lawrence said that there will be other opportunities in the future."

While staring at the unmoving chat window, I asked myself what unfortunate accident I could stage for that motherfucker who was so eager to continue digging his grave.

"Yes, did the council decide?"

Henry (Kenny’s Puppy): [I will punish you for doing this to me again!!!]

I instantly regretted sending it but didn’t call the message back because I needed to get the fact across that this would indeed have consequences.

"So in a month," he laughed.

"...I can’t wait to leave this city and watch it burn down."

I ripped my eyes from the screen and looked in the direction of the cars while raising my eyebrows.

"How many ’casualties’ will there be? Do we have an estimated number?"

Haaaa....

I really wished I hadn’t heard that...

Because if Kenny heard that they apparently wanted to leave behind the unruly residents to then burn down this place, there was a chance that he would want to go save the whole fucking city.

On the other hand, there was no telling if Mrs. Howard’s house was far enough away for Kenny to be safe from fire, bombs, or whatnot, so it wasn’t that bad that I overheard that.

The phone in my hand vibrated, and I nearly flinched, looking down with a tremendous amount of relief and anticipation.

Then I recognized that it wasn’t Kenny but Omar’s number texting me.

[How is it going? I can’t reach Kenny, so I am texting you. I just overheard my parents talking; they said we will have to leave the city in the next few weeks. I already told the others and their families.]

Oh? Their connections weren’t bad if they got the news that fast.

I answered back while hearing the state attorney hum and end his call before stepping out of the car and apparently lighting himself a cigarette.

[Ask them for details.] 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Even though I stared at the screen and was aware that Omar was the one answering, the moment the phone slightly vibrated, I still had the half a second of hope that Kenny had answered as well, maybe at the same time.

Look what you are doing to me!

[I tried to talk to them , but they said they didn’t know more.]

I snorted and commented,

[Useless.]

I saw no reaction before the dots jumped a few times; in the end he didn’t answer, however.

Useless coward.

I changed to Kenny’s chat.

Henry (Kenny’s Puppy): [I am sorry for saying I’d punish you! But I will still punish you, though you will surely like it, hehe <3 <3 <3 Aren’t you back yet?]

While I stared in hopes he would answer, the counting behind me continued, and the state attorney in front of me returned after finishing his cigarette.

He seemed to be in a better mood, and he instantly passed the men he brought, who were still standing silently at the entrance of the warehouse, and us standing in front of the shelves, to join the white coats.

"How far are we?" he asked, and the Lawrence bitch answered.

"We have counted 5,938 corpses..." Her tone was unsure, as if she was asking a whole other question.

"Continue, we don’t have the whole day." The state attorney answered, which was apparently the sign that they could STOP WITH THE DAMN, DUMB, AND OBVIOUS DELAYING because then everything sped up considerably.

The hours passed while Ethan and the state attorney exchanged a few jabs here and there, and Mrs. Howard and Judge Kroh returned to their seats.

Omar annoyingly messaged me again, asking again how it was going, but most of the time, I spammed Kenny with more messages, getting frustrated by the absence of an answer.

I was multiple times unbelievably close to going outside and finding a spot to teleport home, to at least take a look at his unoccupied body, if I couldn’t do anything else, but the fact that he emphasized that it was a ’command’ in his message stopped me.

So did the memory of the talk we had about how we would work together as a team, and although we weren’t working ’together together’ right now, each of us had an important task to oversee on their own... working together although not together...

...I hate it so much.

Nothing changed the fact that it was unbearable torture to just wait and think of my handsome, cute, lovely, and sensitive Kenny not only entering another body again but also following this snake of a sperm donor into its dangerous cave, especially after all the trauma and insults he had received.

We were at about 300,000 counted rats when he finally, FINALLY, released me from my suffering and graced me with a sign of life.