M.B.C.R says: I really wanted to write something kinda canon-compliant with these two 'cause of the new episode and my excitement... Warning, this is not happy nor joyful (pretty much the same word but hush). It can actually be taken to be quiet sad. Also, this is not edited in the slightest. I went a little crazy after watching it (posted a bunch of stuff on tumblr, went on some rants, drew some pictures, ate a bunch of sugar, and eventually wrote this).

Added (Jan 21 2015):: So this chapter can be taken with a grain of salt. This is setting some ground work towards the rest of the story.


The letters stopped.

Not because of her—this was all his doing. He wasn't about to change his ways before the end goal was even within sight. The thing that was between the two of them was in the past, it didn't mean anything. Or, at least that's what he explained to his superior and the underlings that stuck their noses out a little too far.

The ones that've been with him since the time with Blake knew not to bring it up. Or if they did, they brought her name up in passing. A warning.

Do me a solid, his own voice echoed in his head when a man only known as Lieutenant (Adam knew better though, he knew his name) had sent him a warning.

'Blake was active again in the underground and digging into things that she shouldn't have.'

They were working with humans, and as much as Adam hated the idea and Roman, the payout was a hell of a lot better than toughing out a while longer with Roman bossing around Lieutenant's men. The boss knew better than to send Adam anywhere near that orange haired shit. He didn't play nice with arrogant pricks.

Adam kept going back to the man's message, over and over again. It was only a matter of time till the boss figured out what happened—that Blake was very much not taken care of. But it wouldn't matter, in a week the train was scheduled to move and the plan would be set in motion. Until then, Adam had time to tie up loose ends and rein his division in.

Tossing his mask to the cushions to his left, Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. A pressure was building right behind his eyes, pushing at the walls of his skull and pulling at that little kind spot still left in his heart.

He should make use of this time. He should listen to that little voice clawing from the depths of his mind. It the deepest caverns where he hid any sense of humanity, peace and hope.

There was a pen and pad sitting right there within reach, he could simply pluck it from the table and scrawl out a quick little line. Just one. Doesn't even need to have his name on it.

Brushing his hair back, Adam plucked the pen from the pad and scrawled a quick and simple line.

B.

Stay out of business that doesn't concern you.

The urge to write please was strong—so very strong. He had to grit his teeth to keep from adding that one little word. This was a warning, a threat even, and it needed to be taking seriously. He wasn't about to keep himself out of these matters anymore.

If he had to tear Blake down for his goal...

... then so be it.