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"You gonna be ok man?" John asked Aaron, his wrapped arm still bleeding slightly. "I'll be fine." Aaron replied entering the living room with the others. The wound would be fully healed by tomorrow, but it still hurt a lot. Luckily, he was used to the pain as it hadn't been the first time he'd been shot.

As he entered, he noticed almost immediately how uncomfortable Natalia was. She seemed like she had something on her mind she wasn't saying. "Natalia, you have something you wanna say?" Aaron said, feeling like he owed them some info since he knew secrets about them. As he waited for an answer, he remembered something the two might want to know about. He pulled out a drawer from his work desk and pulled a small cell phone from it, placing it on the coffee table for the two to see. "If you wanna make a call, use that. I'm a little paranoid when it comes to the Cape Killers and phones. It's a burner." Aaron said as he looked for something to wear nearby, remembering he was still shirtless. He settled on a blue hooded jacket lying on the edge of his bed.

When he returned to the living room, he looked at Natalia and John. They seemed like average, decent people who got caught up in the fear mongering the country had been under for years. It was hard not to think of all the lives the Cape Killers had destroyed over the years. Lives completely ruined to placate the fearful populace.

Wiping the thought away, Aaron sat next to Natalia and John on the couch, letting out a large sigh as he looked down at the floor.
"You two should probably lay low for a while. Natalia especially. You're welcome to stay here for the time being. It isn't much, but it's better then a prison cell." Aaron was surprised by how trusting he sounded. Aaron came across as that to a lot of people, but that was because Aaron always had an ace up his sleeve. He figured a person could afford to be trusting when you know their deepest and darkest fears.