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M-21 had told them who else was sleeping on their floor and where Takeo headed for the door M-21 had pointed to earlier. Tao smiled and followed Takeo as he unlocked his door, keeping his laptop under his arm. 'Yeah.' He strapped his holster on, sliding his gun into it. He didn't know how M-21 would react to being woken up in the middle of the night (if he was asleep), but M-21 would understand their worry, wouldn't he? And why they had to ask. Takeo checked the clock on his bedside table. 'Hmm, yeah, that's a good idea.' Tao nodded, and his eyes drifted to the door. Takeo had asked him earlier, but that was before they had discovered Frankenstein had gone missing. The other man had been here longer, so he would know better if they should worry or not. And now that Frankenstein had disappearedРІР‚В¦ It seemed suspicious for him. It did and that didn't seem right Takeo was far too used to how the Union dealt with things. 'Yeah,' Tao said, sighing, rolling back and forth on his feet. For all Takeo knew, that was how Aris had gotten him in the first place. But that didn't mean it couldn't be an act, that there were plans for them once they lowered their guard. They were out of the Union, yes, protected, and in the few hours they'd been in the house they had been treated better than the years they'd spent at the Union. Tao's wide eyes snapped to him it took a second for him to control his expression again. 'I couldn't sleep either,' Takeo admitted. The longer he took, the more he saw Tao shift on his feet, his gaze darting about.

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Takeo didn't say anything as he tried to figure out how to respond. 'I couldn't sleep, so I came here.' A shrug. But yeah.' Tao still wasn't meeting his eyes. Any information was better than none, and he trusted Tao's information gathering it had been because of Tao they'd been as successful on their missions. 'I haven't found anything else yet about the occupants apart from Frankenstein founded and manages a high school.' Tao's gaze slid from his, looking around his room. 'The house seems clean right now,' Tao continued. ThereРІР‚В¦wasn't anything to worry about? The grip on his gun eased as he relaxed a little. Tao gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. Why was Tao here? Had he found something about their protectors? Did they have to run? Or had Tao found something out about Teira? That had been a signal they'd used in the DA-5 so they knew who was on the other side. 'What's wrong?' he hissed, turning around. Takeo checked if anyone else was in view and then eased the door shut, locking it again. He undid the lock and opened the door for Tao, who scurried in as soon as he could fit through the gap, his laptop under his arm. Walking was still difficult and Takeo hated that, his strength not fully back yet РІР‚вЂњ he could still use his gun though and that was what mattered. Takeo was out the bed, lowered gun in hand, by the time he heard the fourth tap. Three light taps with measured spacing between them on his door. Who was it? Was the household showing their true colours? Had he and Tao been tricked? Takeo tensed at a soft creak outside his door, his heartbeat jumping as he pressed his finger to the safety. All their gains had been for his benefit and РІР‚вЂњ Krans had still lost in the end. Their entire existence was to power Krans that was it.

If the pills hadn't killed them, then Krans would have and - shit. Had the man really been able to remake a better version in a few hours? Takeo was tempted to test it, but he and Tao only had a limited supply and as Frankenstein had disappeared, they couldn't renew it.

His gaze was drawn towards where he'd kept Frankenstein's version of the drug. Not in danger so long as the Union thought he was dead.Р”Р„nd he could have been if he'd continued using the D drug. Tao tapping on his laptop to a beat only he could hear. The phantom pain in his body twinged but that wasn't what was keeping him up.Р”Р„fter being in the DA-5 for so long, it was strange not to hear other people's breathing or anything else: Shark sharpening his daggers, the shrill scrape piercing the air over and over again Hammer opening a new bag of food, the sound of his chewing and the bag rustling when he reached for another handful filling the room. It was quiet to his ears and had been for a while he could only hear the occasional gusts of wind outside the window. His gun (or rather, the gun Frankenstein had given him) was there, and he rested a finger on the trigger guard. He stared at the wall of 'his' room, lying in bed with one hand under his pillow.