âAnd then the cat caught your tongue...â
Those orange eyes held a glint of interest and intrigue. He was hardly concerned about her revealing this place. It was because he had made measures for her not to know the exact location and would do so again tomorrow. As for his name, it was inconsequential. Two words crafted out of context and circumstances did not hold much threat to him. She could tell them and it would not amount to anything. Because as far as he is concerned, there is not much data on him even on the Network. But, he does appreciate her words. It resulted into a small smile unlike the ones he had presented her before. Yet, it vanished as quick as the winds.
He simply continued to eat his meal as silence reigned once more. It was only slightly disturbed by the cluttering sounds of the plates being taken care of. Then she stated to wake her up when they're about to leave. She is indeed strong and remarkably stubborn. There were no words of disagreement or the plead to aid her. Just like that, she was out of the kitchen. As for him, he released a rather heavy sigh and covered his face with a hand. "That girl won't survive..." He muttered under his breath. Those two Government operatives they encountered were not those conventional types. He could tell they were at a very much high-caliber. With those thoughts in his head, he finished his meal and cleaned it up afterwards.
Entering the living area, he noticed that his guest had already fallen asleep. Well, he judged that from her even breathing pattern which is often related to slumber. He scratched the back of his head and sighed once more before making his way towards the work room. This area consisted titanium alloyed doors which is protected by an isolated security protocol. As he stood in front of the door, a full biometric was done once more and a full HUD panel of numbers appeared before him. He inputted the code and the doors were opened as he entered. Inside, he situated himself in swivel chair and the lights had finally came on. Floating holographic screens surrounded him as it presented various information and data as his eyes narrowed slightly in serious anticipation.
"Time to know who am I dealing with exactly..."
âIn the end, the order is the only thing that matters.â
"I see." Crux noted and summarized the details he had collected. There is a possibility of another Flower, although the likelihood was low. He could not take that out of the variable especially with the specifications of his Superior's prerogative which reflected a necessity of cleaning up. There could be an inkling of interconnected plights. Iaret and Uno will lean to the idea of hiding, but then they could capitalize on such emotions to have allies. His thoughts were interrupted with Darcia's inquiry about the reasoning behind the Prime Minister's decision.
To him, such things do not matter. Nor is he even curious about it. All the questions he has are all connected to his given directive nothing more. Hearing Dr. Engels' reply, he could not fail to see the logic of that. However, this was indeed the Prime Minister they were discussing about. A radical person without equal as he is often depicted. No one can be certain that point itself is correct. "Well, we would not take any more of your time." Crux stated as he believed that there was nothing else left to discuss or information that was allowed to be accessed by them. "We will now take our leave. Thank you, Dr. Engels." He gave a full bow which showed respect. After doing so, he made his way to vacate the office.
Once he was in the hallways, he glanced towards Darcia who should be following him. "I will be retiring to my domicile for the night." He declared as he would require an interlude of rest and to have time to fully conclude a strategy to entangle the two targets. It is unlikely for his counterpart to be in need of it. Androids had a different manner of restoration. His eyes were now facing forward. "You are free until then." He did not stop in his walk nor did he lower his pace. "Let us meet at Donovan Square, 0700 hours tomorrow." Soon enough, he was out of the building and in front of his vehicle. It was only then he finally ceased his walk and completely turned to face Darcia.
"There is also another thing I would ask of you." He opened the door of his hovercraft and gestured for the wolfhound he had taken to come out. "Take care of it." Honestly, he is not keen on keeping animals much more taking care of one. "Do implant a tracker on it." Once, the canine was in Darcia's possession, he opted to enter his vehicle. But not before he took one last look at the Android which will be his partner during the duration of this mission. "You did good tonight." He said as he took hold of the hand she had injured earlier which still had his handkerchief as a makeshift bandage. "Take care of yourself more. Good night, Darcia." With that said, he finally entered his craft and took his leave.
"Meow..."
It was a rather peculiar alarm clock to say the least. The blanket which covered Stella was slowly being pulled away from her body. Of course, this was not done out of malice or the gesture of mischief. This was done out of innocent playfulness. Soon enough, the blanket had completely fallen to the floor. Underneath it, something was squirming with a size resembling that of a basket ball. as it continued to make a noise which could only be related to that of a certain animal.
In a certain room, Uno released a yawn and even stretched his arms. He wound was not hurting as it did so earlier. In any case, he did a comprehensive search. His research yield little results which meant that whoever those two are were on very high-clearances. He would need a bit more juice to access such files undetected. Regardless, he did have subtle linkages which could be said about the shooter. He was starting to believe that man is the one known as the Ghost. It was a myth to people like him about such an existence. A person who leaves death and disappears like a mirage. No one has ever proven the Ghost's existence and even witnesses were silence ultimately. Then, there was the android chick. No other data, but there seems to be a name linked to it, Solomon Engels.
"So many questions..." Anyway, one thing was for certain. They were difficult people to deal with. Standing from his chair, he looked at the digital clock on his HUD screen. It was already morning. "There goes the night." He left the room and went towards the living area. There he found a nice little surprise as he went towards the couch where Stella is. He then pulled the blanket away, revealing what was squirming underneath it. Then, he had a warm smile on his face which was completely unguarded. "There you are, Rosie. Good morning." He stated as he picked the little furball known as a cat.
