âHumans are fragile, they break.â
"Thank you for you cooperation." One would think that Crux by response is being sarcastic. However, he was not and meant what he had stated without any underlying intention. He fixed a cuff of his coat leaving the rest of his attire in an orderly state. His hair without a strand out of place. His eyes of blue did not carry any animosity. His lips set in its usual firm line. His face is completely calm as if the deed he had done was something akin to drinking coffee in the morning. "A reminder Ms. Allegro, do not deviate from your word." He then motioned for Darcia that isolation was no longer needed.
It had taken a while for him to have the desired response. His method would be categorized at best as heinous and unorthodox. However, it is indeed an effective tactic with a great percentage of accomplishment. To him, the end will always justify the means. And as far as he is concerned, his goal here is done. "Until next time." He made his exit but not before throwing a used tissue which he had cleaned his hands with in the trash bin. As for Luna, she was a disheveled mess upon the floor she laid. Her hair in complete chaos. Her clothes in a disarray. Her breathing in an erratic manner. Her face tainted by the deed done to her. Once she heard the closing of her doors, she covered her face and began to sob pathetically. She was disoriented and disillusioned. There was no other choice for her. "I'm so sorry... so sorry..."
On the other hand, the cause of her grief was now out of the building. It was like nothing of that sort ever happened. He was not even bothered by the fact that Darcia had witnessed such a sexually torturous scene. To the eyes of others, he will be labeled as monster. He would not deny that because he had never once acknowledged himself as nothing less than that. "Darcia construct a plan of infiltration to the Den." He had obtained the location of the elusive congregation of the crime kingpins, the rebels to the Government in a sense. It would be the most logical location where Uno and the Flower would go. Those two will act by emotion and it makes them predictable in their movement. They will seek retribution and he does count on that.
âThat's simple, we learn.â
Anger filled her eyes as she looked at him. Uno knew it was not directed at him. It was towards those who have destroy a piece of her soul. In truth, he could clearly identify with that feeling completely. He held the hand which took his. From this point on, they will become accomplices. How long it will last? He does not know. But right now, it was the first step for both of them in a path which they have yet to know. "Okay." He responded with a firm nod before looking at the elderly female who looked at them with curiosity. "It seems that we're going to finally elope." He stated with his usual playful tone and a matching wink.
The elderly female blushed at the revelation and excused herself. She didn't want to interrupt after all. When he was certain they were alone, he looked at Stella again. "Get your things. We can't stay long." They can't be out in the open for a long interval of time. He could not afford for the Network to pinpoint them. When Stella is done, he took them back to his place. Since, they were going to be together in a personal vendetta. He might at least let her have a bit more free reign in the facilities his house could offer. It was then he provided her a room where she could stay. It was a vacant space which had planned to be an adjacent space to his workroom. But now, it's hers. "Get yourself settle and then meet me at the living area."
He then left her alone as he headed to the couch and allowed himself to sink in its softness. Leaning his head backwards, he gazed at the ceiling. There was little information about the ones after them. All he had for now are theories. But more important than that, he needed to know why they are after his former target turned accomplice so begrudgingly that they want her dead. If he was the government, he would have preferred alive. She is after all something more than human. It meant one thing. They're afraid, but why? He let his thoughts circle inside his head. when he sensed that, she had finally joined him. "We need to know why they want you dead."
Taking a deep breath, he scratched the back of his head. "My dead employer didn't give me too much information why he wants you." If he had known this was going to happen, he would siphon more from the guy. Well, what is done is done. So now, he has to deal with it."We're going to the Den."
âThe past should remain buried in the sands of time.â
A scheduled visit to a newly constructed government facility to Dome 167. It was the current itinerary of the Prime Minister King. He would be inspecting it as this would be new sight of the Military Manufacturing Factory. He placed down the piece of paper which contained his schedule for the day. It was then he looked at the bleak scenario through the windows beside him. He was currently travelling through the only means of transport between Domes, the Train. It was highly expensive, but of course, it is a different matter when it comes to him. He leaned on his chair and remembered the current progress of the issue about the Flower. It was still unresolved which frustrates him.
Teleus then took out something from his coat's inner pocket. It was a photo. There seemed to be five people within the picture. Their faces blurred by the glare of the light. However, it did not matter as he know well who are the people in the photograph as memories of the past flashed through his head.
That was then wracking pain flooded his body. He dropped the photo onto the floor. His breath ragged and sweat formed at corner of his face. "Not yet... I will end it first." As he muttered that, a sound of something fell. But more noticeable, the photo began to burn.