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They air in the van was now thicker than before, if that was even possible, as Cass waits expectedly for shit to get started.

"Oh." Frenchie nudges Bellamy and pats Butcher's back as he swiftly moves over to the computer screen. "She's home."

"Someone fill me in, quickly, please." Cass sighs, crossing her arms. Butcher didn't exactly give her a detailed play by play.

"That's Popclaw, right?" A-Train's girlfriend?" Hughie asks and Cass's glare quickly lands on Butcher.

"Popclaw? You wasted my fucking time on C-List, washed up Popclaw?" She snaps at him.

Bellamy covers up a snort. He would be so inclined to agree, having thought the same already, if it was anyone else...

"Right before Hughie here dusted Translucent, the cunt coughed her up as a lead." Butcher answers her.

Cass's teeth scrap together as her jaw tightens. "Mmm, is that so?"

"She's the closest thing we got." Butcher tells her and they all gather around the screen as she stays back to observe as Frenchie pushes a small, cylinder camera out the side of the van.

She's stops to talk to some man at the stairs of the apartment.

"You think her and A-Train are, uh..." M.M. begins to ask.

"Yeah, playing bury the bishop."  Butcher responds.

Cass raises a brow, feeling as though they're overestimating Popclaw's importance.

Bellamy forces himself to stop staring at her out of the corner of his eye and plops himself down next to Frenchie.

"Didn't hear nothing about it. I'm usually up on these things." M.M. says gruffly, crossing his arms.

"Maybe you've lost your touch." Cass voices smirk causing him to snap his head over his shoulder and she shrugs innocently.

Bellamy rolls his eyes, causing Frenchie to glance at him.

"Oh, now don't you start with me too..." M.M. shakes his head and Butcher quickly intervenes, getting back on track.

"According to Translucent, A-Train knows this bird inside out."

"And we're just supposed to take his word for it?" Cass asks, pushing herself off the side of the van. "Since he's such a reliable source and all?"

Butcher gives her a pointed look. "Well, we won't know until we see for ourselves, will we?" Cass breathes out through her nose, but remains silent. He nods. "All right. Let's get the bugs sorted, see for ourselves."

Hughie snaps his head with furrowed brows as Butcher moves to grab the box he got down, handing it off the Frenchie and Bellamy.

Hughie crouches down. "Where-Where'd you get this shit, Circuit City?" He chuckles lightly.

"Right?" M.M. agrees, pointing at Butcher. "He's a cheap bastard."

"A cheap bastard who's also in debt." Bellamy mutters to Frenchie who nods in agreement.

"Oui."

Cass notices the wheels turning in the nerds brain, causing her to step over. "Talk Thumbelina." She commands, patience she already didn't have wearing thin.

Hughie looks up at her, swallowing. "Hmm?"

"Your forming a plan, out with it." She motions her hand for haste in his brainstorm.

He nods slowly. "Uh, well, we don't actually need to sneak anything."

"Eh?" Butcher asks as everyone turns to him.

"Look, all I need's her IPv6 number. Every desktop, every smart TV in the house has a camera on it. They probably have one in every room." He explains.

"Even in the toilet?" Frenchie looks down at him in innocent-shock. Bellamy rakes his hand down his face.

"No, Frenchie, not in the toilet. Look, I just need five minutes inside." Hughie continues, not even phases by the question. Frenchie looks back at Bellamy who raises his brow, then at Butcher. "I mean, home service is my specialty." Butcher glances to M.M. then to Cass.

"I like this one, he seems to be the smartest one here." She nods in approval and Bellamy wonders where this helpful Hughie was a couple days ago...

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"If they're not back in ten, can we leave them behind?" Cass speaks up after approximately a minute and a half.

"At least give 'em fifteen." Butcher quips, crossing his arms as he leans against the side of the van.

Bellamy swallows some smart comment as his knee bounces in anticipation.

After a few minutes pass, a square of footage pops up on the laptop screen, causing Frenchie to perk up. He quickly turns to look at Butcher who raises his head up. Another square pops up, gaining Cass's attention from staring at her nails.

A third and then the fourth and final footage appears as Butcher smirks, stepping behind Frenchie and Bellamy to crouch to their level. Hughie smiles proudly into the camera.

Bellamy chuckles. "He did it." He looks at the screen happily as does Frenchie. Cass slowly makes her way over.

"This kid is full of surprises." Butcher lets out.

"Okay, ma'am, all done." Hughie calls out to Popclaw.

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Everyone's scattered around the van as they watch Popclaw and A-Train make out on the couch.

"If I wanted to watch two people get it on, I would've stayed home and watched Fifty Shades of Gray." Cass sighs, wanting the process to speed it up.

"Oh, is that the one where the-" Frenchie turns to ask Cass before Bellamy directs him back forward.

"Not important."

"Want me to do the thing?" Popclaw asks A-Train and Frenchie leans forward curiously. She begins sucking on his toes and Cass thinks even she's not freaky enough for feet.

Butcher and M.M. share a look as M.M. shakes his head.

After A-Train whines for a minute he asks, "Compound V. Where did you put it?"

Cass raises her head back to the screen. Frenchie and Bellamy glance at each other before Frenchie looks back at Butcher who steps forward.

"Oh, you sure, babe? I mean, that stuff, it... amps you up something fierce." Popclaw says to him. "Remember last time?"

"Last time's not gonna happen again." A-Train assures. "I'm under control. Uh..." Everyone's brows furrow as they listen and watch curiously.

"You ran through a girl, baby." Popclaw tells him. "That's not what I would call 'control.' That shit's a slippery slope. Take it from me."

"No, I... I need it." A-Train nods.

"Honey, I'll still love you even if you lose." Popclaw assures him.

"How is that supposed to help me right now?" A-Train sits up straighter. "I have to win this thing. I don't want to be some washed up B-squader."

"Like me?" Popclaw looks at me.

"Ooo." Cass says quietly as she leans forward, this is getting good... She wishes she had some popcorn right now.

"No, not like... That's..." A-Train tries to resolve as she pulls away. He sighs. "I got to go. Why don't you just tell me where the V is, please? I'll come back to see you tomorrow after the race." He mumbles.

Popclaw's jaw drops. "What are you talking about?"

A-Train licks his lips. "I've been meaning to tell you." He looks uncomfortable, looking down.

Popclaw jumps up. "Are you kidding me?"

"Ooo, she's mad." Cass chuckles, eating this up.

"I have been getting my hair done, threading my eyebrows, waxing my body like a plucked chicken," She lists off, raising her voice, "So that we could finally stand up there tomorrow in front of the world as a couple." She stresses. "I mean, it was all cleared with Stillwell and everything!"

A-Train lowers his head. "Um..."

"You did clear it with Stillwell." Popclaw rears her head back.

"Look, our time is gonna come, I promise." A-Train stands. "But I got to get my leverage back first." He pauses for a moment. "Where's the V?" He asks again.

Popclaw stares at him before looking away before leaving the room.

"What the hell is Compound V?" Hughie finally asks.

"Sounds like some kind of performance enhancer." M.M. answers. "Steroids for Supes?" He suggests.

"Yeah. Well, whatever is was, he was juiced on it when he murdered Robin."

Cass assumes Robin was his girlfriend or a family member but before she can ask as Popclaw comes back to the living room with a duffel bag.

A-Train hastily reaches into the bag, pulling out a gray case he opens it up, taking a small vile of blue liquid out. A-Train stares at it in his hand as Butcher chuckles lightly.

Everyone but Hughie turns their attention to him.

"What are you grinning at?" M.M. asks him.

"Oh, I don't know, mate. Maybe it's 'cause The Seven might just be a squad of manky 'roid heads." Butcher says. "Now this is exactly the kind of malfeasance that Langley is gonna eat up by the spoonful." He turns to Frenchie and Frenchie looks at Bellamy who tilts his head.

"Not until we're sure it does what we think it does." Frenchie tells him, slowing Butcher's excitment.

Cass groans, nothing can ever be easy, can it? Well-- she's in the wrong business for easy.

"If we get a bit, can you work it out?" Butcher asks him eagerly.

"Oh, I can run some tests, of course." Frenchie answers, shaking his finger. "But there's no way of knowing unless I try some myself." He adds. He winks at Bellamy who blows out a breath, shaking his head lightly.

"Amazing idea." Hughie says flatly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we burn it." Butcher puts a pin in that idea for now. "First of all..." He turns to M.M. "We got to get some."

Cass rubs her hands together, finally ready for some real action. "Great. Shall we?"

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Hello, hellooo!! Welcome back to Moronic Morosis <3

Sorry for no update last week lol, I had an Umbrella Academy watch party last week with my cousin where she spent the night all week & we rewatched S1-3 in honor of S4 which came out Thursday... do not get me started on it... (if anyone thought S4 of The Boys was bad, I promise you it was not compared to Umbrella Academy haha)

Anywaysss, very excited to get back to Cass & Bellamy!! Hope y'all enjoyed this chapterrr!! I was loving writing Cass eating up A-Train & Popclaw's argument lmao.

Happy 2 Months to S4 & thank y'all SOOOO much for 700+ reads, we hit last week, ahhh! <3

ALSO!! I'm moving Moronic Morosis updates to Tuesday's for now bc I'm gonna start updating my Umbrella Academy book on Thursday's since the new season just came out on that day & this 2 month anniversary fell on Tues. so it just worked out! And if any of y'all are Umbrella Academy watchersss, I have a Five Book published called Adust!! (shameless self promo lmao)

See y'all next Tuesday, mwauh!!