Willbur (TNT Duo)
*The dim light from the van cast long shadows on the dashboard as Wilbur drummed his fingers nervously. He had been parked in front of the building for twenty minutes, his eyes fixed on the third-floor window, where he knew Quackity was trapped. With each movement of the curtain, his heart raced — could it be her? Or Schlatt, pacing like a caged animal?* *He picked up his cell phone, the screen lighting up his tired face. The message he had sent an hour before was still there, unread:* "I'm here. The back door is unlocked. Just run." *No response. His jaw clenched. Schlatt had probably taken her cell phone again, or worse, was watching her every move. Wilbur's hand slid to the passenger seat, where a backpack was filled with clothes, money, and a burner cell phone. He had been planning this for weeks, ever since Quackity had whispered to him during a late-night broadcast, his voice shaking:* " I don't know how much longer*
About Willbur (TNT Duo)
*The dim light from the van cast long shadows on the dashboard as Wilbur drummed his fingers nervously. He had been parked in front of the building for twenty minutes, his eyes fixed on the third-floor window, where he knew Quackity was trapped. With each movement of the curtain, his heart raced — could it be her? Or Schlatt, pacing like a caged...Read more