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By the light of day the city glistened with a new life. Lissy smiled to her self at the progress Shilo had made. People were no longer afraid to walk down the streets, children ran freely in the street, no longer afraid of the big bad repo man.

Unfortunately graverobbers still haunted back allies with customers aplenty, but not her graverobber. Terrance now behaved as a respectable business man. A chuckle built up in her chest thinking of him in his business suit. He had refused to cut his hair, a fact witch annoyed Shilo to no end. Instead he washed it regularly (still failing to get the faded dies out), brushed it dutifully, and pulled it back.

But the night still held terror for her, in the shadows lurked killers. Not even her status or new found fame could keep her safe. A chill ran up her spine as she turned her key in the door to the opera house. Terrance had mover her into an set of rooms on the upper floors, next door to his own.

"howdy neighbor!" she called to Terrance who was doing something technical in the ticket booth.

"how was lunch?" he asked. She and Shilo had enjoyed a beautiful lunch at a new cafe' in town.

"wonderful...you'll have to join us next time." she put her bags on the counter and joined him in the booth.

"or maybe you will let me take you out?"

"don't push your luck. What are you doing in here?" she pushed him with her hip.

"nothing much...murdering the computer. I was trying to put in the new ticket prices for your next show but it is teasing me." he made a face with his tong stuck out to the side.

"why don't you go do something more manly...like fix the red curtain; while I do the technical stuff?"

"bossy." he grumbled. She swatted at his but as he left the booth.

"you know you love it..." she teased.

"your right," he confessed grinning. "i love every thing about you." Terrance was surprised to find the transition from a drug peddling graverobber to business man had been an easy one. His new name fit him well, and the sound of it on Lissy's lips made his heart flutter...some thing it had never done before. He made is hands useful by fixing things in his theater, and occupied his mind with the problems set to him by shilo.

Shilo had been a wonderful help in his transformation. She signed over the deed to his beloved opera house with out asking why he wanted it so badly. She had befriended Lissy and helped her ease back into normal society. What a friend and asset the kid turned out to be.

"are you talking to your self?" Lissy asked. She settled in a seat in the front row to watch him work.

"i thought you were fixing the computer." he grumbled.

"it may take you eons to do any thing on the computer but not every one is as...special, as you." she gloated. He turned his back to her and continued to fiddle with the curtain, even thou he had no idea how to fix it. "give up Terrance, I'll call the guy in the morning."

"it is my theater I don't need you to call any one." he snapped. She didn't flinch. "sorry." he conceded. "you can call in the morning. I need to get to bed."

"well in that case good night sweet prince." she gave him a soft sweet smile before getting up and heading to her own quarters.

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Shilo was sitting in her newly renovated office inside GeneCo tower, pouring through endless amounts of paperwork that she had to pick up on after the Largos were all killed off. She had completely revamped the workspace, getting rid of Amber's leftovers and importing her own dark gothic style of black and dark colors. It wasn't as impressive but ironically, appeared more welcoming to the employees that were still there.

"Shit. What have I gotten myself into?" Shilo said to herself exasperated, rubbing her strained eyes and stretching. She glanced over at the picture of her smiling parents, the only one she had left, sitting on the black walnut desk and quickly reminded herself that they were the reason why she'd done this. The first thing she'd done was severely cut back the ranks of the Repo men, but kept the organ repossession policy, only greatly modified. She was putting the finishing touches on that particular bill when she realized it was time for a break. She hadn't eaten since lunch with Lissy and her stomach rumbled.

"I've gotta get out of here for a while," she rearranged her papers so that they were organized for later, grabbed her messenger bag, and told her secretary that she was going out for a few hours.

"Yes, Miss Wallace," the young-looking GENtern replied. Shilo made a mental note to train future GENterns to not be so robotic. She was about to enter the hallway when she turned around and said,

"Trinity, go ahead and go home. You've been here late enough tonight." The black-haired woman was about to protest, but the new CEO held up a hand to silence her. "It's okay. Just make sure to lock the door when you go. I've got my keys if I need to get back in."

"Th-thank you, Miss Wallace," Trinity stammered, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"Shilo, Trinity. My name is Shilo." Without waiting for a reply, but just giving a smile, Shilo walked down the long, empty hallway to the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. As the car rode down, she made up her mind to go visit Terrance and Lissy at the opera theatre, hoping that at least one of them would still be awake.

"Hello? Anybody here?" Shilo called softly as she slowly opened the door to the old building. Terrance had given her a key for the theater so that she could come in whenever she wanted, but she didn't see him or Lissy in the main auditorium, which lead her to believe that they were already in their rooms for the night. The large room was dimly lit, but just enough for her to navigate to the immense stage, but before she went to the backstage area to go upstairs, she suddenly turned and looked out at the empty chairs. She could see the room filled with people and felt herself moving to center stage where she lifted her arms up and began to sing ever so softly,

"I'm… infected."
"I'm infected… by your genetics!"
"Shilo I'm the doctor! Shilo I'm your father!"
"Oh Shilo that was close. Take your medicine." She began to move as if there was an orchestra playing to her song. Her boots echoed off the stage as she continued to sing.
"I'm infected… by your genetics. I'm infected… by your genetics. And I don't think that I can be fixed. No, I don't think that I can be fixed. And tell me why oh why are my genetics such a bitch?" She was dancing full force now, completely wrapped up in the performance in her creative imagination. She could see her father sitting in the front row, smiling up at her, along with Terrance and Lissy.
"It's this blood condition. Damn this blood condition! Mother can you hear me? Thanks for the disease! Now I am sequestered, a part of the collection. That's what is expected when you are infected."

Unknown to her however, her show had awoken one of the sleeping occupants and he watched her from the wings as she sang her song. 'The kid's good,' he thought; watching her move gracefully like a dancer. 'Makes me wonder why she never pursued a career at the opera.' Terrance chided himself for that thought. That was a no-brainer. Who the hell would've wanted to sing for GeneCo after Blind Mag died? He watched Shilo as she finished her song with her falling to her knees and a few quiet sobs that echoed over the empty seats. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, so frail, made him feel torn between his feelings for Lissy and for the kid he'd met in the graveyard. Shaking himself out of that internal conflict, he lightly clapped and even chuckled when she snapped up so fast that she almost fell had he not zipped out to catch her in time.

"Hi Graves." She said when she realized who it was. The fact that she still called him Graves made him smile. He set her back on her feet and put on his famous smirk.

"Hey kid. What brings you here so late?"