Chapter 1. We weren't always rivals
Used to the countless stares at his person, he walked by the empty streets of that rotten neighborhood. The humid stench of dirt and filth was everywhere, prostitutes and gangs were roaming about the place, but he stood out, walking almost gracefully with a serene expression, yellow eyes looking straight ahead without faltering due to the constant cat calls he was receiving.
"He thinks he's so mighty, just because he has a pretty face, I'll show him who's boss around this place!" a drugged man stood up from the sidewalk but was pulled back by one of his friends.
"Stop, you've no idea who that is, right?! You'll get yourself killed, idiot!"
"I'm not scared of that little princess!" he pushed the other away and walked straight towards the mysterious man. He grabbed the lithe man by the collar of his coat and pulled him close.
"Do you know what we do to bitches like you in this place, huh?!"
The other's expression didn't change, he stared into the drugged dog expressionless, yellow eyes glowing under the night, nonetheless, his gaze was cold and piercing it sent shivers down the offender's spine.
"Get your filthy hands off me" the man said expressionless, yet the ice on his voice made the other put him down and step back. The yellow eyed chameleon gave a last glare as he continued walking along his path, as if nothing had happened.
"I told you! You're lucky you are still alive!" the raccoon boy approached his friend, who was still staring in shock at the leaving man.
"Those eyes...he has the eyes of a murderer" the dog swallowed slowly, still shaking.
"That was Leon Powalski"
"W-what? You mean the assassin?!"
"Yes, he's well known in the 'underworld' that's why the territorial gangs haven't bothered with him, they know they have no chance...anyways it's odd when he visits here, he usually is at Sargasso with Star Wolf, or so I've heard"
Leon had walked away from that place, arriving to an underground bar, stepping inside, sitting on the table in the far right corner. That was their place, when they met, that was their table, in this rotten place where they were protected by its 'badness'.
He always arrived before the established time, at least 15 minutes early, it was important to be the first one there; he was like that in everything, bordering OCD. He lighted a cigarette and waved for the cheetah waiter over, ordering two glasses of whisky on the rocks upon arrival of his partner. The waiter nodded and walked away to the bar stool, while Leon took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled it softly, entertained by the gentle swirling of the smoke floating in the air, it was relaxing and it was better like that, the other was too volatile so there was a high chance they would not have a moment of peace anyways, so why not relax now?
"Early as always, Leon"
A smile on the chameleon's face, he took another drag and exhaled. "You know me, Lombardi"
"Yes and you know I don't like smoke" Falco took the cigarette from Leon's hand and put it off on the table, dragging a seat and sitting down in front of him.
"You never change, do you?" Leon didn't seem bothered by this, he was actually expecting it to happen, Falco wasn't fond of smoking, anyways.
"You should change, at least quit the smoking"
"I don't do it often, just from time to time" Leon shrugged as the waiter walked in with their drinks, placing them on the table and left.
"I see you already ordered, how did you know I wanted whisky?" Falco asked, lifting his glass and taking a sip.
"I assumed so, the times we've met we always order whisky, anyways. When we lived together I discovered you had a secret stash of whisky, good thing the gang never found out, or they would have bitched you everyday about it" Leon smiled, swirling the whisky gently, entertained by it.
Falco leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. He remembered as if it were yesterday, they were so young, he probably was 15 years old when he was walking around an abandoned neighborhood and found the chameleon sitting down on the sidewalk in the middle of the rain, with a blank expression, tattered clothes and trembling under the cold rain.
"What are you doing out here?" Falco asked, curiously.
Leon turned his head up, his eyes were swollen and red, now that he was closer to the chameleon, he could see he was deeply malnourished, but what caught his attention the most was the blood on his clothes and hands. Leon didn't reply, he just looked down, as if expecting the other to leave.
"Are you all right? Hey, come on, my place is nearby, you should stay until the rain is over at least"
Leon looked now directly to Falco, surprised at his words, he looked afraid, like a cornered animal that could attack or flee, but his body was so weak, he couldn't do any of those.
"Please leave" were the only words he managed to say.
"But you look like you need help, man"
"Leave" Leon hugged his legs together, curling his tail around him almost protectively. Falco sighed and handed his umbrella. "At least take this" he placed it near Leon so it was covering him and continued walking.
Leon stared at the umbrella, he clenched his teeth and covered himself with it, deeply irritated by what he was doing. As soon as the rain was over, he managed to stand up with a lot of difficulty and headed towards were Falco had walked. He was a good tracker and it took him just 10 minutes to figure out where the other had gone, to an abandoned apartment complex, the footsteps were still fresh thanks to the rain. He knocked on the door loudly for several times.
"Geez Laweez! What the fuck is your problem, you punk?!" Falco opened the door to find a very angry Leon, handing the umbrella back to him.
"I need no one's pity" he hissed dangerously while Falco snatched the umbrella away.
"What the heck is your problem, you psycho! I was just trying to fucking help you and you come here and act like a total bitch about it?! No wonder why you're a walking skeleton with blood all over him, someone probably punched you because you deserved it, prick!"
Leon just glared at him, biting his lower lip so hard a trail of blood fell to the floor, Falco's eyes widened at this, thinking the other probably was a madman that escaped from some mental asylum or something of the sort.
"You should not involve yourself with me" were his last words as he walked away, but his body was so spent he tripped down the stairs, losing consciousness at the bottom of them. Falco's jaw dropped, what was he supposed to do now? It wasn't his business, he could just go away, he should just return to his apartment and that was it. But he couldn't. He hated feeling the need to help the other, he hated it with all his guts as he walked downstairs and carried Leon quite easily, bringing him in to his place.
"It was fun at the beginning" Falco chuckled. "We used to get in trouble often…not that you don't do now, you became a master at it, Powalski"
"Well, what did you expect" Leon smiled. "How are things on your side? More work from old Pepper?"
"Should I even be telling you that?" Falco smirked.
Leon shrugged. "Just asking, I don't mean anything by it, I don't mind telling you about my missions, not when we're here, in this place"
Falco nodded slowly. "Yes, when we're here…it doesn't matter"
They always met in that place at least twice a year. It was a secret from their team members, but it was just a small reunion, just to talk, relax...it was something they started when they accidentally met in that place once, they had just sat one beside the other and talked for a long time. It had been relaxing, and they agreed to meet there some other time. And they were always there when they arranged a meeting, always on time, it was a strange rivalry, but they found out they understood each other, plus they had a past together and sometimes it was fun for them to reminiscence about it.
Leon sipped on his whisky and continued swirling it after he was done. "We have to kill some fugitive that some governor wants dead...but this job is for myself, I don't think Wolf will be interested in pursuing a single man, but the client is offering good money, so I took it. I like solo missions sometimes, help me think and relax"
"But you always return to Wolf, don't you? I have gone solo for a long time, yet you do missions and come back, don't you want to taste how being a lone space mercenary feels like, sometimes?"
Leon smiled at Falco and looked at his drink. "I like working with Wolf...he's an amazing leader, to be honest...I'm the kind of guy that needs a small push to soar high…I'd never leave the team…for a while it was just Wolf and me, it was fun"
Falco crossed his arms. How those two became friends, he had no idea and trying to imagine it was difficult. Nonetheless, how they became 'friends' had been even weirder.
He opened his eyes slowly, all his body ached, so it took him a lot of time to sit down on a…bed. He blinked and looked around in confusion. He was in a small room, a bit messy, his tattered clothes were gone and replaced by bandages around his scars, which stung badly.
"Finally, you're awake" Falco was leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed. "I got rid of those clothes, no use washing them, you can borrow mine…and sorry but had to put alcohol on those scars, dude they looked horrible, what the fuck where you doing?"
""Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you help me?"
"That's a good question. I wasn't so sure myself either, but I just couldn't let you out there, dying on the stairs"
"Stairs? I fell down?"
"Yup, you have bandages on your head as well, try not to move too much"
Leon looked down, why would anyone help him? After all the hell he had withstood, after all that suffering, that nightmare...was it about to end? But there he was, alone again, lonelier than ever, with no one in the whole universe, was living like that even living at all? He felt no motivation, no desire for anything...
"You shouldn't have bothered with me..."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"I have nothing at all"
Falco's expression softened a bit as he turned aside. "I was alone as well, but I have managed to go on, and it's working. I've got some friends, you'll like them, they're like us as well, unfortunate ones without a home, that's why we live in these abandoned neighborhood" he smiled slightly, trying to cheer up the chameleon.
Leon looked down and sighed deeply. "I don't really have the motivation to try anything..."
"Why? What happened?"
"I'd rather not talk about it"
"All right, I won't force you, you can stay here 'till you're feeling better...what's your name?"
"…Leon. Leon Powalski"
"Powalski? Interesting last name, I'm Falco Lombardi"
"Well, don't you dare die in any of those missions, you're my rival, I really am looking forward to meet you on flight, Leon" Falco took a deep gulp from his glass now, reminiscing always made him nostalgic and sometimes melancholic.
Leon chuckled softly. "As if, my dear Falco, I've taken assassin jobs since I was a child...I'm a pro, I'll never go down that way...if I ever go down, I want it to be in the greatest fight, in my ship...probably against you"
Falco's eyes widened at this words. "Leon, are you feeling all right? That is not like you at all..."
Leon finished his whisky glass and placed it away. "I know, I just wondered, not that it will happen, you're too hot headed for that, anyways, still an amazing pilot, I admit"
"You're too a great pilot"
"I was wondering, Falco…"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to visit...that place?"
"That place?"
"The one you're thinking about right now"
"…my old apartment? How did you-"
"It's obvious, your expression gives you out, I know how to read that...and I'm feeling nostalgic as well, to be honest..."
"It's a bit far away, I don't know if the others will worry"
"You've disappeared from their team for 4 years, I doubt a couple of days will throw them off balance, I doubt you'll get in trouble"
"What about you? It's a day travel to that place, won't Wolf ask you anything?"
"No, he won't, he knows my business is my own, he respects that and I respect him"
Falco tapped his fingers on the table lightly as he sighed deeply. "Traveling in your Wolfen will give you out"
"I have a Cornerian fighter, I'm not stupid, dear Falco"
"Should've figured...all right, count me in"
Both men left the payment on the table as they strolled down the dark alley, where the low lives of the streets starting the cat calling again. The same drugged man approached them and grabbed Leon's arm abruptly.
"You're Powalski! You really are! I imagined you'd be much scarier but you've got a pretty face" the man grinned as Leon slid a scalpel from his pocket but before he could strike at the man's throat, Falco punched him on the face with a hard blow.
"Fuck off, prick!" he growled as Leon stared slightly surprised.
The man fell down and stumbled away. Leon turned to see Falco's blue eyes, which were staring back at him.
"You shouldn't have bothered"
"…where have I heard that before?"
"I can take care of myself, Falco"
"I did it for the guy, you were going to slit his throat"
"He deserved it"
"Maybe, but I don't really like death and gore...let's get going, Leon"
Leon didn't protest to that and continued walking side by side with the avian, deep in thought. They were rivals, they had tried to kill each other, and yet Falco kept trying to help him sometimes. The blue bird wasn't as tough and selfish as he appeared to be, Leon would know better. But those camaraderie moments wouldn't change anything, they would keep fighting, they would keep trying to kill each other, and Leon wouldn't want it any other way. The type of 'friendship' they had was unique and just what he needed. He smiled slightly.
"Falco...when I take you down, I'll keep coming here once a year in honor of our meetings, drink a glass of whisky and cheer for a great fight"
Falco scoffed and chuckled slightly. "Always the sadistic gentleman, Powalski. But I'll be the one to be chugging down the cups while thinking on all the pain in the ass you gave me in our battles...who knows, maybe even visit your grave, if there is one"
It was Leon's turn to laugh now. "I don't have a past, there are no records of my life in the universe, I plan to go like that as well...like a smooth silent hurricane that struck down cities, driving beautiful chaos from the least entropic parts and guiding it as an orchestra, before disappearing into eternity, leaving a mark of my terrible power, a mark everyone would remember and respect"
Falco frowned and shuddered slightly. "When I met you, you were cuckoo but now you're a total lunatic"
"I doubt the changes on the moon have anything to do with my sanity"
"Smartass"
"Silly bird"
Falco shrugged slightly. "Meet you at the first aerial sign post" he turned on his heels and strolled towards the parking lot where his Arwing was. After taking off he hovered in the designated place, the Cornerian fighter appearing 5 minutes later next to him. Falco smirked at Leon who smirked back at him and they both took off towards their destination.
The place was surprisingly neat, a bit dusty but not bad at all, for an abandoned apartment in a shady neighborhood it was quite rare. Falco blinked, inspecting his old crib, it looked exactly the same as those old times, the sofa still had the exact cushions as before, the solar powered fan creaked while it spun, a sweet vanilla smell hovered around the place, even if it was dark and look a bit eerie it was, strangely comfortable and cozy. Falco walked to his room, opening the door slowly, the bed was neatly done, some old clothes abandoned on a nearby chair, but folded carefully on it, the vanilla scent stronger in that place.
"I don't understand…this place was a mess last time I came here" he rubbed the back of his head in wonder. Then he turned to see Leon, jaw dropping slightly. "It was you, wasn't it?"
Leon smiled softly at Falco. "Well, I had wanted to visit this place with you for a while, I didn't want it to be a sty…so I cleaned up a bit…but the dust has no remedy"
"Wow...still you did a great job, you practically reconstructed this place...I came a year ago and it was a mess"
"Yes it was" he walked towards Falco's closet, opening it, a smile on his face. "Got a little present for you"
"My whisky! Where did you get the brand? It was discontinued!" Falco hurried next to Leon, taking out a bottle and inspecting it, a wide smile on his face.
"I have my means, Falco…wasn't too easy though" Leon sat down on the bed, the mattress wasn't the best, but it wasn't that bad. He eyed the avian hug the bottle fondly and chuckled. Those little moments were fun, a surreal aspect of his chaotic life, a side story, an alternate universe...it was refreshing once in a while.
Falco turned to see Leon, the night light entering through the blinds, falling on the light green skin of Leon's face, skin glowing, yellow eyes staring right back at him. He looked ethereal, as the whole situation...for a moment he was scared, but for the first time Leon's gaze wasn't cold, but nostalgic…melancholic, longing…he felt exactly the same as he walked and threw himself next to Leon, looking at the ceiling, bottle in one hand. After a minute of comfortable silence Falco smirked. "Let's continue with our drinking, Powalski"
Leon smiled as he stood up and hurried to the small kitchen, taking two glasses and strolling back, sitting next to Falco. He took the bottle from Falco and poured a generous amount on both glasses.
"To phantom days, dog fights and our ships" Leon rose the glass as Falco smirked and mimicked the chameleon's action, toasting with his rival and chugging down the whisky in one gulp. Leon noticed this and now it was his turn to imitate the bird, seeing it as some sort of competition.
"You want on, little chameleon?!" Falco cackled, pouring more of the single malt alcohol on both their glasses. "Don't blame me when you pass out hugging the toilet, Powalski!"
Leon smiled. "We'll see about that, Falco, we'll see"
They drank from their glasses, Falco smiled. "Good stuff this is, yup…hey, how was your life after the Lylat wars, I mean…since Andross died and all that"
"I believe you've asked me that before, Andross paid us beforehand, so that was that, I don't really care if he died or not, to be honest" Leon shrugged. "How about you? Heard you got loaded from that mission"
Falco snickered. "We did, but we had to pay for the Great Fox…but we fared well...not that we have much now and peace ain't really helping"
"Maybe I should start some chaos to get you back on track, underground mercenary missions are always available, but I doubt McCloud or you would like to meddle in those types of affairs"
Falco shook his head. "Nop, government jobs pay the most, plus everyone treats you like a hero, it's kind of cool and a bit annoying"
"Very annoying, I wouldn't stand the news cast outside my place at all…"
Falco finished his second glass and served himself some more, refilling Leon's glass as well. "Yeah, good thing we're out in space, so it's not a big problem"
Third glass of whisky chugged down in less than two minutes. His fingers were starting to feel tingly, he eyed Leon who sipped on his third glass as well, calmly, enjoying the drink.
"Don't waste the drink, Lombardi, it was a bitch getting it. Swirl it in your mouth, you can actually taste the smoked accent"
"It's mine, isn't it? I drink it as I want! I'm enjoying it all right!" Falco drank from the bottle to state his point, staring at Leon who just stared back for some seconds and then chuckled.
"You're such a kid"
"You're more!"
"How come? I'm not the one dying to get drunk"
"You challenged me!"
"That doesn't mean I have to drink my glass in 10 seconds"
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"It does, and you're being a kid"
"Am not!"
"Are too"
"Shut up and drink!" Falco shoved the bottle on Leon's mouth, lifting the bottle so the liquid ran down the chameleon's throat, yellow eyes wide open as he stared at Falco, he drank because he didn't want to spill the alcohol all over his clothes, after a good chug he pressed Falco's chest pushing him softly, the avian understood and lowered the bottle.
"Yup, that's enough, I don't want you to finish it all!" now he gave another big gulp from the bottle, Leon took out a handkerchief from a pocket in his trench coat and wiped his mouth.
"That was being a total kid…" he mumbled as he felt slightly lightheaded by the high alcohol amount he drank in such a short time.
"I don't care, I told you, I do what I want, I'm a free spirit!" he laughed and wrapped his free arm around Leon, patting his back and pulling him close. "You need to let go and relax!"
Leon was a bit startled by this but he decided to relax against the other's half embrace, sighing softly.
"Really Falco, you're impossible…"
It was strange, how close they had been when young, how distant yet close they were during battles and now this bizarre moment. Strangely, he didn't feel bothered at all, but he felt actually comfortable, he was a cold blooded creature and the weather was chilly, cold weathers were dangerous for reptiles since they didn't have the ability to generate enough heat to keep themselves warm and were in danger to freeze to death when exposed long times in cold places, so Falco's warmth was quite welcomed by the small chameleon.
"I'm not that impossible, you're the impossible one, I remember when we lived here, I practically had to beg to you to stay the first days" Falco rubbed Leon's back softly, resting his head on the chameleon's head, hand sliding down to Leon's waist. He smelled so fresh, like mint, he lowered his head and sniffed softly on the other's neck, his hand massaging his waist now. Leon sighed softly, throwing his head backwards granting more access to Falco, he was already lightheaded and Falco's touch felt wonderful at the moment. He took his trench coat off, putting it on the floor and scooting closer to Falco, wrapping his arms around him and climbing on him, straddling the avian.
Falco just stared at Leon with half lidded eyes, amazed at the beauty of the petite chameleon and the gorgeousness of his yellow eyes. Leon smiled softly at Falco and massaged his shoulders gently, which made the blue bird shudder and gasp softly. Leon's touch was wonderful, it felt delicious, he was surprised the chameleon could give such an amazing massage so casually. His hands rubbed Leon's sides softly as he leaned closer, their faces mere inches away from each other.
"Mmmm where did you learn to give such amazing massages?" Falco practically purred.
Leon chuckled. "Just one of my 100 hidden talents"
"And which are the other 99?"
"You'll have to find out for yourself" Leon teased rubbing his tail against Falco's back, massaging him as well with it.
"Oh! You can massage with your tail too? I'll have to repay you, somehow" Falco smirked and closed the gap between them, kissing Leon deeply, the chameleon closed his eyes and returned the kiss, sliding his long tongue inside the other's mouth, playing with Falco's tongue and learning every nook and crevice he touched, enjoying every second of it.
Falco broke the kiss when the need for air was dire, as he stared in wonder at the chameleon.
"I think I just discovered another of your hidden talents"
Leon smiled as he stroked Falco's face gently. "Still 98 to go"
Falco chuckled and lied back on the bed, fixing Leon on top of him as he resumed the kissing, hands dancing up and down his rival's sides, back and waist, Leon's hands cupping Falco's face as their tongues played once more.
Temperature was dropping drastically in those last days, the abandoned apartment where they were staying wasn't exactly comfortable under such circumstances. Falco's feathers were well insulated for any type of weather, so a sweater and a jacket made the trick for him, but it wasn't the same story with reptiles. Leon hadn't come out of his room that day, which made the avian worried.
A small moan escaped from the chameleon's lips, dizziness accompanied by lust filling both of their heads, it had been a while since he felt such a tender touch, he threw his gloves off the bed, boots following them as Falco hurried out of his jacket and boots with difficulty, reluctant to let go of Leon for even a second.
"Leon, are you all right?" Falco opened the door to the chameleon's room, to find a small bundle on the bed covered by a bunch of sheets and blankets, shivering. He stepped closer and pulled the covers down slowly, Leon was curled up, his tone was pale and some slightly dark lines adorned his face. Chameleon's changed color due to their mood and the temperature, so that would explain, but he didn't look very healthy.
Another kiss, deep, passionate… almost real.
"Man you look ghostly pale!"
Leon blinked and turned to see his friend. "S-sorry…"
"No need to apologize! Are you ok?"
Clothes abandoned on the floor, hands running up and down incredible, light green smooth skin, yellow eyes glowing in the night, vibrant lines adorning Leon's sides, a smirk on Falco's face, knowing very well how the other was reacting to his ministrations.
"...I'm a cold blooded species...and it's freezing outside...and these blankets are so thin...we don't even have a fire in this place...I must save energy or I might enter a hibernation state from which I could or could not wake up from..."
"…whoa slow down! Your species are quite complicated! Chameleons aren't common to see, after all..."
Words weren't needed anymore, the hands did the talking, their movements almost synchronized in a wanton tango of ecstasy and desire.
Leon nodded slowly and covered himself with the blankets again. Falco stared at him as he took his jacket off and slid under the blankets as well, pulling Leon close to him, curling besides him.
Yellow eyes widened as he turned to see the avian. "What are you…?"
An almost rehearsed crescendo as they lost their senses to pleasure almost at the same time, each other's name escaping from their lips in a silent, longing whisper.
"I can help, my body is quite warm, so you don't freeze to death"
Leon's jaw dropped slightly, as he snuggled closer to his friend and closed his eyes. "...thank you, Falco"
Leon's eyes fluttered open, it was still very early, probably 5:30 a.m. He rubbed his eyes as he felt a comfortable warmth next to him, kind of familiar. He smiled softly and snuggled against the soft blue feathers on Falco's chest. He sat down on the bed careful not to wake the bird up, his hand stroking his rival's face tenderly. He stood up, looking for his clothes on the floor, everything that happened last night was so surreal, he felt happy yet confused at the same time. Before he could pick his underwear up, he was yanked backwards unto the bed again, two arms wrapping around him.
"I knew you'd wake up very early to disappear and leave me alone in here, I just knew it" Falco sounded almost hurt, it surprised Leon a bit.
"...I didn't want it to be awkward for you"
"Doing that would make it even more awkward, you know...was it that bad you have to run away so eagerly?"
Leon sighed. "No, it wasn't bad...it was amazing, to be honest"
"So?"
"...so what?"
"Why are you leaving like this?"
"Why not?"
"Damn it, Powalski! Why do you have to be so damn difficult all the time?! Always like this, always so secretive, do you regret last night?"
"No, I don't regret it at all, it surpassed my expectations, it was great"
"Your words don't make sense with your actions..."
"They really do"
"How so?"
"…Why are you making such a big deal about this?"
"Why am I making-?! We just...Are you for real?!"
"Lombardi...you're so complicated"
"Oh now I am the complicated one!"
"...and hot headed too"
"So you think I'm an idiot or something?!"
"I never said that"
"But you're demonstrating it with your actions!"
"Falco, what the heck do you mean?"
"You're leaving without waking me up to say goodbye, you think I'm complicated and hot headed, so there you have it!"
"...Is that it?"
"What is it?!"
"You're making a fuss because I was leaving without saying goodbye?"
"...You know what? Forget about it! Just leave already"
"...I guess I wanted to avoid this little scene"
"If you wanted to avoid it, you should have stayed or woken me up"
"Stayed? How long do you want to stay in here? Won't your partners wonder where you are?"
"Even if they would, they wouldn't bother me, oh, so you're returning to Wolf because he may wonder where you are and you'd get in trouble?"
"...what are you implying?"
"You know what I'm implying"
Leon sighed deeply and tried to sit down but Falco's grip was still strong.
"You told me to leave already, but you won't let go"
"So you're returning to him, right?"
"...Falco..."
Falco scoffed and released Leon, turning away and covering his body with the blanket. "Go away"
"Falco…"
"Go away!"
"…fine" Leon stood up and hurried to put his clothes on, Falco turned slightly to see the petite chameleon sliding inside his tight suit, longing in his blue eyes, a heavy feeling on his chest. He looked so beautiful, he felt envy of the blue suit hugging the lithe silhouette. Leon's color was slightly darker, which meant he was upset, that made Falco felt guilty, but he preferred not to say a word.
The chameleon put his black trench coat on, and walked to the door, stopping in front of it.
"Lombardi...we are rivals, don't forget that" he then opened the door and closed it behind him. Falco stared at it for a while before sighing deeply. "We weren't always rivals"
