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Will followed Adrien quietly as the Nowhere led him to 52 Lhomond, munching on the crackers along the way.  The young man had a sinking feeling that the Controls would strike again soon, and he was going to need all the carbon he possibly could for the imminent battle.  He barely thought to question Adrien's route; after all, he had determined the safest route between the the hotel and Will's apartment, so that must have been it.  Slowly, Will began to recognize the back alleys and streets they were traversing.  He was surprised at how close they had been to his apartment, but he supposed that Adrien having a literal eye in the sky had aided their journey.

"We're almost there," Will said, speaking up as. They stepped onto Lhomond street.  "I'll take it from here." He lead Adrien down the street to his apartment building, sidestepping around the large black trash bags that littered the sidewalks.  Punching in the security code to the building, Will yanked open the rusted door and trudged down the narrow hallway to his room.  After dissolving the diamond seal he had put on the door (crime was very prevalent in the area), he slipped into his room, shutting it quietly after Adrien entered.

Unlike Adrien's hotel room, which had been largely ordinary, Will's room was a dead giveaway for his unusual talents.  Almost every spare inch of wall space was covered in weaponry, ranging from small throwing knives to massive broadswords, all made out of Will's signature black diamond.  Will's habit of weapon hoarding was something that had carried over from the laboratory; the scientists had put a large emphasis on combat training during his stay there.  They had trained him in many different fighting styles, especially those involving swords, which were especially easy to make efficiently with his carbon.  

Surveying over his array of weapons, Will selected a few pieces to take with him.  He couldn't take much with him, but  he could grab a few things to take with him.  Grabbing a small white gym bag from a nearby chair, he stuffed a few shrunken and throwing knives in it, being careful not to cut the vinyl in the process.  After scanning over the walls and grabbing a few more small knives, he turned to his bed.  Lifting up his mattress, Will grabbed a long cloth bundle.  Quickly removing the binding cloth, Will revealed two military style sabers.  Their sheaths were of an ebony black leather, gilded with silver to form an elegant lattice of precious metal. The guards possessed a similar motif, the lustrous metal seeming to be a liquid held in place by a mysterious force.  Will had won the sabers off of a bet only a few days after is escape from the lab.  

While working as a temporary server in a bar, he had seen a few men playing poker at one of the tables.  Since his break had started, he decided to join them.  One of the men, out of money, had bet the winner of the round any item they wanted from his antiques shop.  Through an unbelievable stroke of luck, Will won the hand, and the rest was 
history. 

Turning back around to face Adrien, he guestured to the weapons around the room.  "Pick your poison," he said, meaning for Adrien to choose one of the items.  "You'll need to learn how to defend yourself if you don't want to end up as a lab rat again. I reccommend you hurry, though; we should get back to the others before they get themselves in to trouble."