Finally Connecting

Who: Caleb and Dorian
Where: Phone calls
When: Mid-day

Finding a pay phone while trying to stay hidden was a pain in the ass, so eventually Dorian resorted to using a cell. It wasn't his own, but the guy he'd taken it from wasn't likely to miss it, and at the moment he didn't care. Someone else could deal with the international charges. His only issue was the limited battery life, but he was hoping it would hold for at least a couple of days. By then, maybe things would have settled down.

Since he'd missed Mathias the last time around, this time he tried Caleb's phone. There was no telling if his brother would answer, or if he'd even have his phone on, but it was worth a try. When the phone rang on the other end, Dorian's fingers tapped nervously on the ground from where he was sitting. "Come on, pick up," he muttered.

Caleb was a bit surprised when his cell rang. He was outside, sitting on the trunk of the car while they filled up, and he wasn't necessarily expecting anyone. But, he got it out, didn't recognize the number, and answered. "Hello?" he asked, half sounding on guard already. Who, Caleb? Paranoid? Naw.

"Caleb?" Dorian said, the eagerness immediately apparent in his voice. "It's me, Dorian." Just hearing from someone familiar was a relief, even if they were thousands of miles away. No, his brothers couldn't help him, but... but he was no longer sure when he'd talk to them again. It was a terrifying notion that he chose to ignore.

"Dor?" Caleb asked, sitting up straighter. "Where the fuck are you?" he asked. "We're on our way...but let's just say the tracking is a little on the fucked, vague side. What's even going on?" he asked immediately, both relieved to hear his brother's voice, and mildly annoyed that he hadn't called sooner. He and Math had dropped everything to go after him, he could've called...maybe. Unless he was being hounded by people who wanted him dead or something. Caleb had been there before. Kinda.

"You're on your way?" Dorian asked, trying to accept that possibility. There was a huge part of him that wanted to tell Caleb to go back home, that coming to find him would only get him killed... and then there was the part of him that wanted help asap. Survival won out, especially when he realized that the "we" must include Mathias as well. "I'm in South America. Rio de Janeiro. I think I pissed off the demonic mafia? I don't know exactly. Shitty job on my part. I'm kind of in hiding, or at least I'm trying to be. They keep tracking me down."

"...Demonic Mafia." Caleb repeated. "Well fuck, Dorian, when you decide to get yourself into trouble, you don't go half assed, do you?" he asked rhetorically. "Rio. Okay. How about you stay there? Or fuck, I don't know, meet us half way? Where are you hiding?" And where the fuck was Math when he was needed, considering. Caleb was just good for...well. Shredding things.

Dorian would have laughed if the situation hadn't seemed quite so dire. Maybe 'demonic mafia' wasn't the right term, but that's certainly what it felt like to him. A gang would have fit as well, but it didn't have the same ring to it. "Currently? I'm in a warehouse with a shotgun, attempting to get some rest, but I can move as soon as night falls. I just don't know how they're tailing me and I don't want to take them all the way to-- wait, where are you?"

Caleb glanced around, trying to remember where they were. The states all blurred together when you were driving literally nonstop. "Somewhere in Texas?" he suggested. "I think that's where we are. Pretty sure." he said, hearing the click of the pump shutting off because the tank was full. He dropped down off the side of the vehicle to put it away. "How many, what kind of demons we talking?" he asked, going for useful information while he was at it. He for one would just rather take care of said demonic mafia as opposed to getting Dorian away. If they were hot enough to find him, they would. Marquette, while seeing more than it's share of stupid lately didn't really need that coming to town.

"Texas? We could probably meet up in Mexico then, unless you can get down here. I don't want to bring these things across the border," Dorian said, running his fingers through his hair. It was greasy, as he was desperately in need of a shower, but hadn't been able to find a place safe enough to grab one. "I wouldn't recommend driving all the way down though. That could take... fuck, I don't know. But, yeah, um, I'm pretty sure I'm dealing with Fiends. Their necks don't break easy though, and I've run out of blessed bullets." If he wasn't so exhausted, he would just rip them apart. Unfortunately, he was beyond that point, especially being outnumbered as he was. "At least ten, maybe twenty? I don't know. I haven't really been in a position to stop and count."

Caleb wondered where the hell Dorian had gotten ahold of blessed bullets, but didn't ask. "Fiends? Okay." he said. He didn't know nearly enough about specific demonic species to know what that meant per se, but he figured Mathias would. "Where would you want to meet in Mexico?" he asked instead.

"Veracruz?" Dorian suggested. "I stopped through there on my way down, so I'm familiar with the city. There's a place I can hide out Avenue Veracruz, where it crosses the train tracks at Paso del Toro. It's outside of town, secluded, and I can probably hop the next train." What he didn't know was if he'd be followed or not. There was always the chance that he'd get out of Rio and never have an issue with the demons again. There was also the chance that they'd follow him all the way to Mexico. Part of him preferred the later, just so he could be sure it was dealt with. "Think that'll work? Is everything okay there?"

"Depends on your definition." Caleb said. "And by your definition of 'there' if you just mean with me and Math, yeah. We're good. And okay, Avenue Veracruz, crosses the tracks, Paso del Toro. Got it. We'll get there as soon as we can, and theoretically meet up with you. How long do you figure it'll take you to get there?" he asked. He had no idea how long it would take him and Mathias, though didn't figure long if they just burned through. Which, now that they had a destination, he figured they'd do, and do fast.

So long as his brothers were okay, Dorian didn't care about much else, at least for now. He could worry about those back in Marquette later. "Don't know. I'm guessing two days travel, based on distance and train speed? I can't make it any faster less I hop a plane and that's likely to get me killed." Just saying such things aloud made him even more aware of how shitty a situation he'd gotten himself into. Add to that that his kid brother was coming to help bail him out and that only made it worse. "Listen, Cay, be careful when you get there. I don't know how many will follow me, or if they will at all, but-- just be careful."

Caleb smirked. "Don't worry about me. Or us. It'll get covered, Dor. Be careful yourself, we'll see you in a few days, alright? And if anything changes, call me or Math, so we can switch plans or whatever. But don't worry about us. Just get there." Yeah, he and Math he had absolutely no problem figuring they could handle about anything. So...Caleb was spectacularly not worried on that score, anyhow.

Dorian wished he could have that same confidence. He had, a few days ago, but being run to exhaustion had put him on edge. He hadn't known the area well enough, hadn't known his opponents. They'd outnumbered him and targeted his weakness, then kept him running so that he could never completely be on his A game. A couple days on at train would help though. Meeting up with his brothers would be a blessing. "Will do," Dorian said, pulling himself to his feet. "Gotta go for now. I've got a train to catch."

"Right. Remember, just get there." Caleb said. He wondered if he and Math couldn't get there sooner. Maybe set things up how they would want them. Might as well attempt. But they'd have to look at a map and plot shit out. Either way, so long as they had an area with enough room? Things might be interesting. It was possible Caleb had just a little too much of a drive for a good fight. Just maybe. "See you soon, Dor."

"See you, Cay," Dorian said. Such few words, but they inspired hope and a reason to get moving now. Just a few days and he could be free of this situation, or he'd be dead, but he was now willing to bet the prior was more likely, so long as he could get himself to Veracruz, Mexico. If he could manage that, then he'd have family there to help him stand and finish the fight.