When BAKA went to sleep his head was spinning. BAKA didn't really know the
Blue Man
like he saw his clips and shit online. Knowing the next door over was he himself freaked him out a little. It all seemed too crazy too implausible.
BAKA at this point looked at the window, they were on the second story, but he could make it out. He could take the car, he could go ahead. He'd leave Marc, but leave him for what. He knew he didn't want to do the job. It was his job anyway. The higher-ups told him about Marc. So some how Marc wanted to be found, he contacted them, or maybe they always knew.
How did he know he wasn't part of the Blue group.
He got out of his bed and looked out the window. Just through the blinds, so they didn't open. There was a light on the barn that casted shadows from the cars, but there wasn't anyone there. He stayed for longer waiting for something, but it never came.
He went back to his bed, his feet cold now. He didn't remember the last time he had cold feet.
