A/N: Here's chapter 2!

Hei emerged from his daze to find Mao and Yin staring up at him from inside his apartment.

"Hei, good you're alright. Did you get anything from that police chief?"

Police chief? His mind immediately conjured the image of Misaki Kirihara, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember seeing her today. He looked at Mao strangely- it hadn't been the first time that the cat seemed completely inane.

"No. I don't think so," Hei said slowly.

"You talked with her for a while." Yin said, not accusingly. She focused her pink irises on him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, why?" Hei asked, a bit too quickly.

Yin didn't answer.

"Well, Huang won't be too pleased," Mao said, trying to shake the awkwardness. "If you couldn't find out anything important then it must mean they already suspect the people in these tenant buildings. I'll contact Huang and make sure to get a new apartment. We'll leave this one open too, just in case."

Hei nodded. "Fine. I'm going to get some breakfast. Yin?"

Mao exchanged glances with the doll. "Go with him, Yin. I'll get back to you soon."

The girl nodded and as they exited, Mao stared at the door. It wasn't being locked. Interesting.

When he was sure the two were gone, the cat tapped into the wireless connection to report back.

"Mao, what is it?" Huang demanded none too gently.

"You're right. It's gotten worse. Hei hasn't been acting like himself all morning." Mao said stoically.

"...I was afraid this might happen."

o-O-o

Huang hadn't stepped foot within Police HQ in a very very long time. He remembered when he could walk the halls with his chin up, files under his arm, grim smile on his lips. Now, he was unsure how to enter. Sure he had orders, but on the other hand, nearly everyone in the building wanted him dead- not that they knew who he was, but had they known he was the one to work with BK-201 he wasn't sure if he'd last a minute. But they did not know who he was, and this gave him confidence. He walked to the front of the building, paranoid and hyperaware about all the security cameras in the entrance alone. The lobby of the building was pristine with elevators lining the walls and two sets of emergency stairwells.

One of guards watched him as he crossed the threshold and approached the stairs, but didn't bother to stop him. Was it him or was it that this man knew who he was and who he worked for? He intended to take the stairs because there was bound to be less security cameras on them, but realizing that he had ten flights ahead of him made him slightly queasy. It had been a while since his days as a cop. Just as he reached the bottom, the guard called out, "Elevator 3 will take you where you need to go."

Huang froze. That was eerily helpful, but was it trustworthy information? Turning back around he was met with an empty room. Huh. Well, if they wanted to kill him, they would have killed him already, right? He walked over to the third elevator and barely pushed the button when the doors slid open with a ding! Tenth floor, here he comes!

The ride to the top was uneventful to say the least. Soft piano music flooded his ears and he tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden rail. He wondered if Hourai could see him now- probably if he were honest with himself. However, there weren't any cameras that he could find.

When the elevator slowed to a stop, Huang was prepared to ninja-sneak his way around the building, but something stopped him. As soon as the doors parted, a well-groomed but stiff businessman stood at attention. Shoulders back, hands at his sides, and very interesting facial hair which made him look like a cat or some other feline.

"My name is Yoshimitsu Hourai, I take it that you're here on orders."

Huang regarded this man with caution. His first reaction was to size him up with his police training. Good body language, assertive and powerful, low voice, commanding, and well-groomed, wealthy. His second reaction was to run from his experience with contractors and other dubious sorts. Danger practically oozed from this man! It said run away from me! But Huang stayed put. Actually, he had a faint suspicion that the elevator would not go back down unless Hourai willed it to.

"Yes." Huang said gruffly. He was about to say more, but Hourai held up a black gloved hand to silence him.

"We can continue this chat in my office if you'd please follow me."

Huang stepped off the elevator, acutely aware that he had just signed his death wish. As they made the long trek to his office, Hourai continued to speak. "We are on the tenth floor of Police Headquarters. I am the chief of the PSB. I handle many different sections that each deal with very specific cases."

Huang could make a wild guess to what one of those sections were: that interfering section four!

"However," Hourai said, unlocked his door with a special keypad and gesturing his guest inside. "there are several grey areas which overlap. We try our best to make sure that each and every one of our officers is prepared for whatever situation may come. Please, sit." Hourai offered a seat on the couch opposite his own. Huang sat down cautiously.

"What I mean to say, Huang, is that we are grooming our officers to take the reins of whatever position the Syndicate deems necessary in the future. Of course, they don't know yet that the very organization they work to bring down is the same organization they've been working for their whole life, but they're intelligent people. I don't see them betraying us once they learn the truth."

Huang nearly snorted at that. Oh, how he'd beg to differ. He remembered when he had been inducted into the Syndicate. It had not been a pleasant time.

"Now, I've digressed. Please, Huang, tell me what seems to be the problem."

Hourai fixed him with his dead set black eyes, expecting an answer like this man was his inferior. Huang tried not to take this personally.

"I was told to contact you if my contractor began to display unusual behavior."

"Hmm." was all the other man said. "You have BK-201, correct?"

Huang nodded, a bit peeved that this man whom he had never met knew every detail of his job.

"You don't seem surprised." Huang remarked in what he hoped was an off-handed way.

"Don't I?" Hourai asked, "I've been preparing for this for quite some time. You see, the Syndicate has informed me of a few peculiarities surrounding this BK-201. For one thing, he has no remuneration. For another, his messier-code once belonged to his sister. Intriguing, no? And don't think this is all about him, Huang. We've read through your reports and some things don't match up."

Huang started to curse internally. He was dead. Sooo incredibly dead.

"Don't worry, though." Hourai said uncaringly. "By comparing what our police have gathered to your own view of events, we've been able to piece together what you've altered and why. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but you have a very interesting contractor on your hands. Many of his actions could even be called heroic if not compassionate."

Compassionate? Now that was a load of bull!

"What? Don't believe me? No matter. The point it, Hei isn't like the others. He doesn't think in black and white and his actions cannot be predicated logically."

"What do you plan to do to him?" Huang asked directly. He was becoming more and more apprehensive as the stone cold man in front of him became more and more animated with interest.

"Therapy."

o-O-o

"Therapy?" Huang repeated. "Therapy? For what? With who?"

This was crazy. Utterly crazy. Contractors had no feelings so good would therapy do for him? Why weren't they concerned that this anomaly of a contractor was uncontrollable and unpredictable. Why weren't they concerned that Huang had lied on official reports and that Hei had broken orders innumerable times? Therapy? Huang was having a very hard time believing there wasn't a more sinister motive.

"Therapy is very conducive to one's health." Hourai explained as if to a child. "Hei is very useful to the Syndicate, more so alive than dead. We'd like to get as much use out of him as possible if you understand me."

"So the organization is actually doing something for his own good?"

"For the Syndicate's ultimate benefit, yes." Hourai confirmed. "And as for the who, well, I'm not at liberty to say. Legally, the police isn't even connected to this small practitioner. However, I hear that she's the best of the best." Hourai said this with a gleam in his eyes which made Huang feel on edge. "Have Hei meet me here tonight and I'll give him the address. You are not to follow him or ask about his sessions- this can be very destructive to his healing."

Huang nodded glumly at these words. He didn't feel that great taking orders from this man.

"Is that all?" Huang asked.

"For now."

And without words, Huang knew he had been dismissed. What a bastard.

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