[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Trevor[/center][hr][hr]	Scott took his phone for a moment and shot off a quick text to Jace and Janelle: [i]taking out the trash.[/i] He didn't offer any further context or explanation. He didn't want it to turn out that someone was intercepting messages between the two of them and for him to have given away life saving information in an act of foolishness. Hopefully, those two kids would be smart enough to figure it out. He doubted the twink was - but hey, maybe Janelle could put two and two together. 

	[color=00a99d]"If what's you're saying is true, how'd you learn about it?"[/color] Scott asked, still not budging. He wasn't going to take his gun away from this idiot until he knew that he wasn't a threat. How had Trevor figured out about the visitation sessions? Had someone gone and told an outsider? Scott had to mentally slap himself - the thought of an [i]outsider[/i] implied some sort of group system, a belonging, a commonality. He belonged to no one but himself.