Glynda was concerned for some reason after reading the wanted poster Caboose randomly gave her. She immediately grabs the blue soldier and hauls him out of her office. “Take me to your world.. I’m going to look for Agent Washington..”
As the blue continued to stumble around, recovering slowly from the impromptu landing, he noticed Glynda making her much more controlled entrance to the all too familiar environment. Even in his current state, the simple-minded soldier was able to give her a thumbs up on the gracious entrance.
"Well…" He began, voice cracking. Caboose walked forward a few more steps and began to survey the surroundings, a foul stench stinging his nose every time he strayed too close to the corpse of a fallen soldier, one of which was dotted unceremoniously every few feet, some drowning in pools of their own blood, others scorched black by whatever tool had been their ultimate undoing, and some sporting cracks in the armour, or parts completely torn from their home on the soldier’s body. "This is where…"
The stain on the grass was black as night, it looked as though it was still a fresh burn, though that was simply a testament to how powerful the shot had been…which was, ironically enough, a testament to his fortitude.
Whatever testament it had been, it left a dark, permanent stain in Caboose’s memory…a testament to that moment of heart crushing pain.
"…This is where he got shot"
He wanted to remain there…still and silent…there in that moment where he could mourn his lost friend.
He wanted to leave…fast as he could…for every second he remained, Washington drew closer and closer to a worse fate, and every moment he remained, Glynda was no doubt getting more and more impatient.
The inner turmoil of his mind caused him pain, and ground Caboose to a halt…he simply stood there and stared at the site of the brutal attack which had sent Washington tumbling across the ground in a fit of electric jolts.
No matter how much she tried, Glynda could never hurt him more than those few seconds had…she couldn’t hope to match the pain he felt in his heart right now…
His pained heart lurched when his eyes dared to move left. Tire tracks…leading away from the scene
"Jees, nice way to greet your saviors, pal!"
"Leave me alone…you’re not real"
Glynda took a step forward and she could already smell the found scent from afar. She covered her nose with an arm to keep herself focused even with the foul smell. There were remnants left from the battle and she couldn’t help but feel more uneasy, especially with the huge stain Caboose was looking at.
" Where he got shot.." She repeated taking a long look at the stain and god knows what could have happened to Washington. Caboose’s silence was already enough to tell how bad the damage was done to Washington.
She turned her gaze to the left and saw the tire tracks. ” Mister Caboose.. Let’s go..” She said tapping his shoulder and her legs alreayd moving with impatience.
"Yeah…" the blue muttered, his usually eccentric voice replaced with a cold dead vacuum of emotion, barren as the dreaded patch of poisoned memories.
These fucking memories…why did they insist on tormenting him? Why did they persist in their torture? He sealed his eyes shut in desperation, but he could still hear them. The shrill shrieks of the past piercing his ears.
"You’re…not…real!" he bellowed
Locus chuckled from the other side of the wall. His torture could wait a few minutes, the black and yellow soldier seemed to be doing a fine job of it by himself anyway.
He knew it…even the toughest break eventually…that’s what he had told them
Caboose acknowledged Glynda’s observation and nodded, his eyes never leaving their dreaded focus. “Yeah..” he said hoarsely, before finally tearing his watering eyes towards the professor. At this point, he properly notice the tire tracks leading away from the scene, and dumb as he may have been, the simplistic soldier was able to do the math in his head. “They must have taken him this way!”