A/N: Hey everyone! I've finally got this story out on the net and it took a really long time to write. I thought of the idea after I played Uncharted 2: Among Thieves and, of course, I thought of the 'what if's' along with Kingdom Hearts. Originally, this was going to be just one story, but I accidentally turned it into a trilogy. I've done tremendous work of research and created concepts that you, the reader, may find interesting. Or not. (Take your pick.) I also decided on challenging myself by only using characters unique to the Kingdom Hearts universe and will not use characters from Disney or Final Fantasy (except Cid, mainly because he's everywhere.) You'll find names and references from the related films and games (can you find them all?) It was challenging to say the least, but I believe I've finally managed to use all the characters in all three stories in a way that doesn't contradict or create plot holes (but let me know if you do see any and I'll fix it right away.)

I also want to thank Halfhuman007, from DeviantArt, for being my beta reader and corrected all my mistakes.

With that, I want to go ahead with the disclaimer. I just want to state that everything that I've created in this story is entirely fiction. Using real world stories and mythologies that I do not own and each one respectfully owned by said company, author, etc.

That said, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much I had creating the concept and doing the research for it. It was a tremendous experience and I had so much fun with it.

Enjoy!

Summary: She was only working for the museum. Never thinking in a million years that a mercenary would kidnap her and take her on an adventure. Stuff of fiction she always thought. Only, that's exactly what happened.

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The Capture

"Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief
while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts
which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings."

− Homer, The Illiad

"A series of breaking and entering has occurred in the last week. Among the targets were the National Museums under the Smithsonian Institute all over Washington DC. Although these were thought to be robberies, none have shown signs of anything stolen. More shall be reported once information has surfaced. John−?" The TV fell silent as the word 'MUTE' flashed across the bottom of the screen. The news reporter finished giving her late night look on the matter, and the forensic reconstruction expert only shook her head.

"Signs of breaking in, but nothing stolen? That sounds a little weird, doesn't it?" Naminé asked, her long blond hair waving with every shake of her head.

"They always do when they're looking for something," the woman beside her said while still hunched over a few scattered books and papers. In her hand was a stone object that looked to be the size of a large coin. It had a picture of a woman from her head down to her shoulders on it, but the picture was cut off around the center so she couldn't tell the rest. Incomplete Greek writing surrounded the edge with rectangular holes beside each letter either and basically hid the message. The letters sort of haloed the woman, and right where the torso should be is a large diamond shaped hole. Large enough to put her hand through. Dr. Kairi Farron, archeologist, studied the picture on it with a delicate finger while writing notes at the same time.

It was the weirdest thing; it had arrived at the museum the previous day by an anonymous donor. No message, no return address, even the post mark was untraceable. Of course she should be weary, but this was something that begged for her attention. Clouding everything else.

"What if they're next target is this museum?" Naminé continued to ask, voicing out the number one worry. The statement also brought Kairi out of her thoughts.

"I wouldn't worry, the Natural History Museum is the most secure building in DC," Kairi told her as if stating the fact. Naminé shrugged and let on a smile.

"That's true."

Meanwhile, a young man walked along the rooftop like he dominated the place. Clad in black and a near empty bag on his back, the man surveyed the area once more to make sure he wouldn't trip an alarm or tip off a guard. He studied the schematics long enough to memorize every nook and cranny of this huge place. He had at least seven floors of maneuvering and stealth to execute. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was two in the morning. He had to get everything right if he was going to make it out with the prize in hand.

Naminé took off her lab coat and hung it up on the nearest coat hanger while putting on her own coat. It was fairly chilly out after all. Kairi had known Naminé since she started working at the museum. She treated Kairi very warmly and the two became fast friends. After a year of working and time off, they can now say that they are best friends.

Naminé then checked the watch on her wrist and saw that it was already two in the morning.

"Gonna be all right tonight, Kairi?" she asked and Kairi nodded, not taking her eyes off the large stone coin.

"I'll be fine. If the guards don't catch the guy, the system will," she replied with a positive tone.

"See you in the morning then," Naminé replied with a slight giggle to her tone and left the room.

Kairi had been working at the museum for more than a year now. She was overwhelmed when they offered her the job. Not only was this the finest institution in the world, she got to do every-thing that she ever wanted to do and there was still so much ahead of her. She had done work concerning the mysteries of the Middle East and the ever growing puzzles of Tibet and China. And in every instance that Kairi has been given work, she goes on with it until she worked out every detail. This one was no different. Her brilliant mind could work out all that had been presented.

Not to mention the friends that she made here. They were a lot easier to make than the ones she had when she was younger. It was even better when her best friend works in the same building as her. Different department sure, but they always find ways of seeing each other, whether it be work related or just a simple lunch break.

Overall, she loved working at this place and couldn't wait for the guaranteed surprises that would land her way. So much so that she hadn't noticed that very thing.

The young man crawled slowly through the ventilation system, as to not alarm the guards on duty about his presence. He was very much like the wind... He could breeze through a job without worrying the client. This was no different. Get in, get the artifact, and get out. And since his client didn't bother to specify which museum the artifact was in, he had to break in every facility in DC. And, or course, this one was the last and most obvious. He would rather do the biggest challenge last anyway. For sport more than anything else.

And he had no doubts that he wasn't alone in this. He knew the other one sneaking around is bound to be in the lower levels. Giving the man the thrill of out-doing the other once again. Proving that he was the best in this business, and there was no way the other would take that away from him.

His pride was on the line.

"Unbelievable..." she trailed as she looked back and forth between the coin and the picture in a book she just opened. She had solved one piece of the puzzle and couldn't believe that there was a connection. But the final answer was still out of reach. She's going to have to make a call in the morning.

It was at that moment she heard a slight rattle above her. Very slight, as it was easily dismissed as the vent running, but it had a sort of a 'bang' feel to it. Like the artificial sound of thunder in those black and white cartoons. She backed away from the desk and kept her eyes trained on the vent. Then, without warning, the vent grate kicked open and fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Ahhh!" she screamed and nearly jumped five feet behind her as she watched someone come out of the ventilation and land expertly before her. From what she could tell, this person appeared to be a young man with abnormally brown spiky hair and a very well build from his skin tight black clothing. He got up slowly and looked a little surprised to see her. She got a good look at his face while her heart rate increased. It was hard and yet had a boyish charm. But his blue eyes were intense, as if telling that he wouldn't hesitate to kill.

"Great. I was actually hoping for no casualties," he said, as he reached behind him. She let out a gasp from the sight of a gun, notably with a silencer attached, which was now pointing at her. "Oh well."

"Wait!" she exclaimed, her brain now functioning and racing to work toward her salvation. "Whatever it is that you want, you won't find it without me."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. No doubt this was a pathetic attempt to stay alive.

However...

"Why is that?" he decided to humor her.

"I know everything about this museum when it comes to historical artifacts. I've been able to figure out the puzzles that came with the artifacts."

"And you're of value to me because..." he trailed, still training the gun on her. She averted her gaze to the desk she sat at before his intrusion.

"You were sent to steal that, right?" she pointed to the artifact that she was looking at as he quickly glanced at the item. He was given a description of the item and he studied it so much that he formed an image in his mind.

"Seeing as how you're not gonna live long enough to rat me out, that's a yes," he smirked.

"I've cracked the code... and if you kill me, you'll never figure it out." His eyebrow quirked again. That's a fast con like he ever saw one. But she did bring up a great point.

"And if you're bluffing?" he decided to ask. This was an attempt to stay alive after all.

"You really want to risk it?" He continued to smirk. He liked the way this girl played.

"I like a girl that can talk her way out of death," he said, the gun still on her.

"Then you're gonna love me." He didn't have time to react, as his gun was knocked out of his hand and his fingers throbbed from the pain. He looked up to find the girl with a coat rack in her hands and her eyes trained on his face.

"You're just full of surprises, huh?" He gripped his gloved hand while smirking at her.

"You never know what surprises show up!" she exclaimed while using the coat rack and expertly hit his left shin. He fell down to one knee and mentally thanked himself for the mid-calf high boots.

"You have a point. But-" He sprang up and grabbed the coat rack and twisted it around so it was sitting under her chin and her back to him. "Something tells me you're not as experienced as I am," he said in her ear. "Oof!"

She elbowed his lower abdomen and reclaimed the coat rack from his possession. She positioned it in a defensive pose and ready for whatever he was going to throw.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," she shot back and then she heard a racket from outside the door. He heard the rattle too, and already had a good idea on who's out there.

"Shit. I don't have time for this." Taking advantage of her distracted form, he ducked under the coat rack and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out instantly. Then he quickly took the bag off his back and stuffed everything that was on her desk. The papers, the books, and, of course, the artifact.

When he finished, he quickly glanced down at the unconscious girl. The person that was coming here would no doubt kill her on sight. Normally, he wouldn't give a rat's ass about what would happen to the casualties, but he considered what she said, and there was no doubt that he couldn't solve whatever puzzle she had. Letting out a frustrated groan, he slung her body over his shoulder and went to the nearest window. He looked down and saw that he was four stories up.

He grabbed the rod that was attached to his belt and pressed a button with his thumb, causing four prongs to jump out of their respective sockets to form a grappling hook. He hooked the hook on the window sill and started climbing down. All the while, making sure the girl was still knocked out and in his grip.

Not too long after, the door burst open and the man walked in. He looked around and saw no one in it, but noticed the vent grate and coat rack were still lying on the floor. He also took note of the now opened window, which he was pretty sure it was closed when he came from the street. He smirked as he pulled a silver lock behind his ear.

"Well played."

It was a dream. That's all it was. Just a dream. None of it really happened. All the actions were lucid at best. The only thing was that it felt incredibly real. Her only wish now was to finish the dream and kick that kid's ass. But too late, she felt herself waking up now only to find her bed felt stiffer and the smell was a little more confined.

"Huh?" she groaned as a headache started to form, the back of her neck starting to hurt. She slowly opened her eyes to meet a cream colored ceiling and a ceiling fan. She slowly sat up and saw that she hadn't been sleeping in her own room, but the look and feel made it appear more of a hotel room. "Where am I?"

"My hotel room," a velvety voice said and it startled her. She turned to the source and saw the young man from her dream. A cold chill went down her spine as she realized that it wasn't a dream.

"You!" She bolted out of the bed and stood with her back to the wall, sending a hard glare at him.

"Relax. Everything's intact," he said. She could now see that he was sitting on a desk chair, facing the window, where he could clearly see her glare on the window's reflection. She quickly looked down and saw that she was indeed still wearing her clothes, even her lab coat. Relieved that nothing had happened and yet still angry about what happened, she shot her head up and continued to glare at the young man.

"Why am I here?" she exclaimed. He turned to face her while raising a fingerless gloved hand, motioning for her to quiet down.

"I'd advise you to keep your voice down. Never know when the walls have ears." She gave him a questioning look but continued to glare.

"Answer my question," she demanded in an even tone. He turned his attention back to the window. Darting his eyes as if he were looking for something.

"Like you said, can't solve whatever this is without you," he replied, glancing back at Kairi. He held up the stone token that she had been examining just a few hours ago. "So mind telling me what it is?"

She looked shocked at first and then put on an incredulous face.

"What's it to you?" she asked while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Not me, my client. He sent me here to get this thing." She raised an eyebrow. What is he? A trained assassin? "Must be something big since my rival showed up too."

"Rival?" she questioned and he nodded.

"Yup. Why? Who knows." He got up from his seat and took a step forward to her. "Point is, you got quite a treasure on your hands."

"How do I know you're telling the truth," she asked, not really a question.

"You tell me. What's so big that I had to risk my neck getting it and you as a hostage?" Her eyes widened.

"Hostage!"

"Indoor voice." He raised his hand again to tell her to lower her voice. She took a breath and tried her best to remain calm.

"And what makes you so sure I'll help you or your client?" she asked through gritted teeth. He smirked while he took his gun out of his holster and waved it next to his head.

"Let's see... who holds the gun here?" She merely glared at him and didn't say anymore. It was enough of an answer for him. "That's better. Why don't you tell me your name?" he asked as he put his gun back.

"Why? So you can stick that gun in my face and treat me like a toy?" He liked this girl, she got things right away.

"That. And it'll make things easier between us. Y'know, without the pronouns." She only continued to glare at him. She may get things right away, but she's just as stubborn as he is. Maybe leveling with her would do the trick. "My name's Sora Villiers."

"How do I know that's your real name?" Again, he liked the way she was thinking.

"You don't. For all I know, you could be secretly working for my client's enemies." He's got her now. Although, if she lied about her name, he could just as easily look at her security card.

"Dr. Kairi Farron." He smiled down at her and had that mischievous look in his eyes.

"That's a good girl." She closed her eyes and resisting every temptation to hit the guy. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she darted them around the room and they landed on the corner desk.

"I see you took all of my research notes."

"And this." He held up the token before her. "So, mind telling me what it is?" She debated whether or not she should tell him. On the one hand, he must've been trained to catch subtle traces if she lied. On the other... well, the gun did catch her attention.

"It's only half of another artifact." She took the token from him and continued to examine the artifact. Trying to imagine she was talking to one of her colleagues at the museum.

"And where's the other?" She moved past him and sat down on the single queen sized mattress.

"In the British Museum."

"Who's that woman?" He shot out the questions.

"She could be a Goddess. Seeing as most Greek art depicts the Gods and Goddesses." Her finger traced the writing surrounding the woman. "And the writing here is not complete. The holes basically cut off the strokes of the characters and continue on to the other half of the artifact."

"So what can you make it out to be?"

"Hang on." She got up from the bed and walked over to the desk, quickly opening the book to a dog eared page. "Luckily, you also stole this book. Seeing as it has the only picture of the other half."

"Lucky me then." He walked over to her and looked over her shoulder to see the picture. All the while, he could smell the pleasant scent of her perfume. Kind of like the one his mother once wore. Not that he cared though. A minute or so went by of her darting eyes between the page and the token, getting him a little impatient. "Could you maybe, oh... I dunno, hurry it up a bit?"

"Well you did kidnap me right in the middle of my research," she said in a matter−of−fact voice. He sent her a sarcastic glare.

"Fine. Take all the time you want, it's not like we're in a hurry from my enemies." She continued to ignore him as she examined the two pieces.

"From what I can make out, it seems like a warning," she continued.

"A warning?"

"Yeah. I don't know exactly..."

"I thought you said you cracked the code."

"I figured out that these are two halves, but the picture is so small that I can't make out any of the symbols."

"The British Museum, right?" he took out his cell phone and speed dialed a particular number.

"Yeah."

"And where's that exactly?"

"In London. Wait..." Her head shot up and faced him to see the phone already was stuck to his ear.

"I need a plane to London... Got somebody to help... Right." He slid his phone closed and went straight to his bag. "Okay, time to go."

"What?" she asked as she got up from her seat.

"We got a plane to catch." She had already connected the dots before he hung up.

"Oh, no. I am not going with you to steal an artifact from that museum."

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm still not going with you."

"You're a stubborn piece of work, aren't you?" He stood an inch away from her. Towering her, but she didn't flinch. "Look, I'll be frank with you. Without you, I can't please my client. And if I can't please my client, then I have no choice but to kill you. Understand?" She shook her head disbelievingly at him.

"Are you always the lap dog?"

"Only when money is involved. So, what do you say? Not help me and die now or help me and die later?" She mentally scoffed at him, hating that he's shoving all this down her throat. Stealing was not something she wanted to do. She was still young and had so many other plans she wanted to fulfill. This would bring her entire career (something that she had built up for years) to a screeching halt. Eventually crumbling down.

"Will anybody get hurt?" she asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Can't guarantee anything." That answer made her stomach churn. She knew the possibility was too great. Although she can't say the same for Sora (or so he calls himself.) He looked like someone who has taken a few lives. Which meant that hers would be no different. And that sent a horrifying chill down her spine. She had no choice.

"When do we leave?" she asked as he went back to packing his bag.

"Now."

"What? I don't have time to pack?"
"Nope. The second I kidnapped you, you were put under the radar. Everything that you do has to be done in a timely manner. Everything will be provided so you won't have to complain. But, I have a feeling you will anyway."

"Well, you can at least return my lab coat." She took off her coat and Sora looked at her like she was insane. "Keep the suspicion down."

"Like hell I will." She stared at him, irritated, and rolled her eyes as she thought up a tactic.

"Fine. Fair enough. I've been known to accidentally bring home my coat. But no more than a day. So how do you think they'll react when they find out I haven't returned it?" Normally, he would've punched a guy for being a smart ass. But now, he absolutely hated that she was right. He ripped the coat from her hands and stared daggers down at her.

"I'm locking the door, and if you escape by whatever means... I will hunt for you," he growled at her and again, she didn't even flinch. He then picked up his bag, walking away and out the door, allowing the door to click locked behind him.

"Glad to know that I'm being trusted," she muttered while she started searching the room for something sharp. But by the time she searched the bathroom, she found that the entire room was picked clean. She couldn't believe it. Was this 'Sora' so paranoid that he actually got rid of everything that posed as a threat to him? Not even the hotel's soap and shampoo were present!

She let out an irritated sigh as she found that 'Sora' must've done all this while she was asleep. With that in mind, as well as the situation she was in, she went back to the desk and decided to distract herself with her research. Anything to take the anguish that was slowly clouding her mind.

It didn't take him long to return the coat as well as clean up the mess he made earlier. And in half an hour, Sora had returned to find her already sitting at the desk. Only... it looked like she fell asleep, her face lying on top of the book. He was relieved that he didn't have to go out again and try to look for her. Another quality that he liked about her, she knows when she's beaten and it didn't take much for him to see that she was a very intelligent woman. After all, she did work for one of the more world renowned institutions. She even said she was a doctor, right? Must be way up there when it came to IQ.

While watching her sleeping form, he remembered that he had to wake her up in order to catch that plane his client provided. Looks like this sleeping beauty is going to get a rude awakening. He walked over to her and was ready to tap her on the shoulder when she stirred all of a sudden. He looked down at her a little perplexed and wondered if she was a light sleeper.

"Ugh... can your pants be any louder?" she asked groggily, causing him to look taken aback. He looked down and saw the damn folded−in grappling hook, which hung loosely from his bag, was banging against his knife holster (which was hidden underneath his pants leg.)

"Well, in case you've forgotten, we have a plane to catch," he said to her as she steadily got up and started to stretch.

"Fine, we'll leave now if it'll make your trigger finger happy."

Again, he liked that she got things right away.

The sun was starting to rise by the time they arrived at the air field. A limo sat outside of the hotel building and Kairi found it very suspicious. What kind of clients did this Sora work for? The ride was silent between the two, but the tension she created from her glares were words enough. When they got out of the limo, Sora walked ahead of her, but made sure he heard her footsteps behind him as he approached the pilot. He told the pilot, Cid, that someone else was coming along and the pilot only said, by his exact words, that Sora was being 'fucking reckless.'

With that, Sora ignored him and escorted the doctor into the plane. He showed her to her seat which, unfortunately for her, was placed across from him. It was one of those private jets that had the accommodations of a five star hotel suite. Food bar, plenty of alcohol, and seats comfortable enough to sleep in. Kairi had only ever traveled in economic class, so this private jet was a first for her. Sora's clients must be very well off to afford such a thing.

"Comfortable?" She looked at him and saw that he had already taken his seat across from her. Great, now she's going to have to watch him every second of the flight.

"I'll admit, the accommodations are nice. But why does this have that whole 'evil industry' kind of feel?" She asked. Usually planes like these are owned by some top dog that secretly wants to rule the world.

"Probably because they are."

"You work for the bad guys?" she continued to ask and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know if they're the bad guys or good."

"As long as they pay you, right?"

"That's right." She gave him an annoyed look.

"You are a lap dog." He didn't like that statement, but he ignored it none-the-less.

"It's gonna be a long ride. You should probably get some sleep." She did kind of miss her sleep last night. Not to mention that oh−so−rude awakening. But she was still suspicious of him anyway. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna pull anything. Not that I would want to anyway," he added under his breath. She still heard him.

"Fine, wake me when we arrive." She closed her eyes just when the plane started taking off. Right away, he saw signs of her starting to slip into her subconscious. Eyes under the lids moving rapidly, even breathing, head lulled on the head rest, the classic signs. But he couldn't help the one detail that he happened to notice.

Huh, she's kinda cute when she's not talking.

Not that he cared or anything.

She hoped it was a dream. Now she knew better. The first dream she had turned out to be real. So whatever she was dreaming now, she knew to be real. That she was being whisked away to London against her will and that there was a rather handsome brunette sitting across from her. When she thought 'handsome', she thought it very loosely. Meaning that his features were pleasing to the eye. Truth be told, she thought he was more laid back than conniving. Considering his gravity defying hair style. Had he ever heard of a comb? Or shampoo for that matter? Maybe his hair is like that because he was busier with scheming than he is with appearance.

She didn't know which to categorize him.

Lazy or tactical?

"Dr. Farron? Wake up." She felt her body shake and she came to realize that she had a dreamless sleep. None-the-less, her eyes fluttered open and she saw the brunette staring down at her. Those shocking blue eyes were enough to bring her back to the conscious world. "We're landing soon."

"Already?" she asked as she rolled her shoulders back and involuntarily let out a tired moan. He didn't know why, but he thought it sounded very appealing.

"These eight hour flights are always short when you sleep through it," he replied, dismissing whatever notion he thought up.

"Do I have time to go to the bathroom before we land?"

"Go right ahead. I already went myself." That said, she got up and walked towards the lavatory, leaving him to analyze the situation in front of him. She knew the situation, she appeared to be one that understood things right away and is fairly familiar with being a hostage. Not to mention she was concerned with her well being. Understandable. She must've known right away that he could kill her at any given moment. Again, another thing he liked about her. She knows that she's a hostage and that there's no way out of it. And if she tried, she's dead.

Very intelligent woman indeed.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she searched her pockets and found that they were completely empty. Her cell phone was gone! Her one chance of getting out of this was no-where in sight. She held in a groan as she slumped against the wall. He must've stolen it while she was knocked out earlier. A chill ran up her spine at the thought of him feeling her body. Another reason to hate him.

She became frustrated. Not only with him, but with herself.

Why? Why did he have to come and kidnap her? Why did he want the artifact so bad? Why did he want anything to do with her? As far as she's concerned, there's nothing special about her. She had a love for history and that was it. Then she remembered something.

She got herself into this. She only tried to talk him out of killing her and look what that gave her. An unauthorized trip (as far as she knew) to London to steal an artifact that was connected with the one she already had.

She could feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes, but she refused to shed them. Showing her weakness to this assassin would be the last thing she wanted. A clear disadvantage for her. She had to stay strong for this. She had to.

She returned from the bathroom in time for the plane to land. They both looked out the window quickly and saw that the sun had already set. They promptly exited the plane and down towards another limousine that sat waiting for them.

Kairi didn't like this set up at all. Getting out of the hotel, in the limo, onto a private jet, and then to another limo to take them to another hotel. The whole thing screamed 'global takeover' if it were one. But what she hated the most was that she didn't have any choice and she couldn't do anything about it. This Sora would keep his eye on her day in and day out. And since he had her cell phone, she couldn't escape.

They eventually arrived at the hotel, ending another glaring session, and after they approached the front desk, they went up the elevator to the top floor. As soon as they stepped into the room, she saw that it was much nicer than the one in DC. Pent house, she had to guess. It would definitely fit the needs for the two as time would pass.

"Nice place," she complimented and Sora nodded beside her.

"Only the best from the Organization," he said and Kairi looked to him now.

"Organization?"

"Yup. The guys who hired me." He continued walking to look out the window, like he was expecting something. Or someone.

"So, what are you exactly? A pirate? Assassin?" She asked curiously. She never put a proper label for him.

"Mercenary," he said like it was a matter of fact. His behavior clicked in her mind. It explained everything.

"Right. Should've seen that one coming." He turned sharply to her only to glare.

"Please, don't romanticize me."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," her voice dripping with sarcasm. He only continued to glare as he walked past her towards a closed door. She guessed it might be one of the bedrooms.

"Your room is over there." He point to the other side of the living room and she looked in the direction.

"How nice that I got a room too," she noted and just when she said it, she heard a door close and she let out a 'huff' at the thought of his rudeness. "I don't care how romantic, he sure fits the profile of a mercenary," she muttered as she continued to walk towards her room and mimic his actions. Difference being that she was going to continue her research, and hopefully not have to talk to him for the rest of the night. And perhaps get a restful sleep for a change.

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