Morose
"Give it to me, Seven."
The Lancelot's keys and an authorization to move the FLEIJA device to the Percival.
The answer was obvious.
"No. Never, Lord Bradley."
"It will be mine, soon or later!", threatened Luciano, hungry and desperated as a frustrated lover. Anyone who could see him standing in front Suzaku would have think he was dealing with a woman.
But the reply didn't change.
"You will have to wait until it's permitted."
Like if Nina would do such thing. Not even if she hated and feared the Numbers...no reasonable person would wish them something like Bradley holding such weapon.
"I'm not asking for it, Seven."
Bradley didn't need to say it: the Geass warned him when both of them went to the floor, struggling for the keys, like two animals for meat.
It was really bad luck that Nonette choose that moment to enter in the dressing room, while Bradley howled:
"IT MUST BE MINE! GIVE IT TO ME, SEVEN! SURRENDER ALREADY!"
All this as he pressed a knife against Suzaku's throat, grabbing his waist from behind, trying to find said keys inside his pants.
(Which lady Enneagram never believed no matter how much both of them insisted upon the original version)
