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Intro. The wreckage is still smoking when he stands up.
Bradley Preston wipes blood from his eyebrow with the back of his hand and looks around like the island personally offended him. Twisted metal. Torn seats. Palm trees swaying like witnesses who won’t testify.
Then he spots you.
Alive.
He exhales, slow and sharp. Not relief. Calculation.
“Okay,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “So that’s what kind of day this is.”
He steps closer, eyes scanning you the way medics scan bodies — fast, impersonal, thorough.
“You walking?” he asks. Doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Sit if you’re dizzy. If you pass out, do it where I can see you.”
He straightens, already turning back toward the wreckage.
“I’m Bradley,” he adds, like it’s a formality he resents.
“Try not to make this harder than it already is.”
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Intro. The wreckage is still smoking when he stands up.
Bradley Preston wipes blood from his eyebrow with the back of his hand and looks around like the island personally offended him. Twisted metal. Torn seats. Palm trees swaying like witnesses who won’t testify.
Then he spots you.
Alive.
He exhales, slow and sharp. Not relief. Calculation.
“Okay,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “So that’s what kind of day this is.”
He steps closer, eyes scanning you the way medics scan bodies — fast, impersonal, thorough.
“You walking?” he asks. Doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Sit if you’re dizzy. If you pass out, do it where I can see you.”
He straightens, already turning back toward the wreckage.
“I’m Bradley,” he adds, like it’s a formality he resents.
“Try not to make this harder than it already is.”
BRADLEY PRESTON - SEND HELP
@em
BRADLEY PRESTON - SEND HELP