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Onyx heard Citrine remind him of Azure's formidable power and experience in his head. In truth he still hadn't become accustomed to speaking with someone without speaking. He had a reply, and he knew he could have just thought it but he opted to say it out loud, just loud of enough for Vermilion to hear, but soft enough for him to know he wasn't being included in the conversation.

"Well have Vermilion tell it he's the toughest mofo LIMIT's ever seen. I thought he'd be able to take down Azure (and every agent with a similar shade) with one hand behind his back."

Vermilion brought things back to business, suggesting how Citrine and Onyx should go about searching. Not long after that the three of them split ways. Onyx didn't like the idea of following an order from him but if it led to him being the one to capture Azure so be it.

He made his way towards the elevator to get to the ground floor. When the doors finally opened his father stepped out. Onyx sighed in frustration at the sight of the man.

"Rael," He said inspecting his son, paying particular notice to the wings. "How many times have I told you not to misuse your engine? I didn't get you in LIMIT so you could--"

"You put this damn thing in me, I'm just doing the best I can with it okay?"

Onyx tried to continue past him but the man put a firm hand on his shoulder. "Whens the last time you slept? You need to get some rest. We'll talk in the morning."

"I'll rest when I have Azure. I don't see what you're complaining about. Isn't that what you wanted? To be the father of the best agent in LIMIT? Well this is my chance, I'm not going to blow it."

"You're still getting used to your engine. You're going to kill yourself. Go to your quarters and go to sleep... Agent Onyx thats an order."

Onyx hesitated for a moment and then turned and walked back to his room. He entered and closed the door behind him locking it manually. He'd follow the order, sure, but he'd do it on his own terms. He opened his window and dove out, gliding over the city. He found a nice short building to rest on a ways away from HQ. He settled on the roof and got comfy.

Sleeping actually had some unique advantages for gaining intelligence. His drones spread out a little further when he was experiencing the ultimate relaxation of unconsciousness. Also his mind could better handle loads of data while at rest. The bad thing was information usually came in the form of confusing dreams and he had to determine himself what meaning they had if any.

He stuffed one last handful of chips into his mouth and then laid there on the hard cold roof. The sun was coming up spilling sunlight over him but it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

The short building he was atop was ideal place to listen. It was elevated so his drones had a better view point, but it wasn't so high that he'd lose the detail of what was going on on the streets beneath. He intended to sleep only 30 minutes or so to fulfill the order and then search manually but once he was unconscious the hours quickly started to slip by.