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Sitting at the blue haired super soldier's side, Ichigo knew something wasn't quite right. Grimmjow's attention was hardly on the food sitting in front of them, a quick meal the man should have been scarfing down judging by what he had revealed about the way the soldiers were treated while locked inside the complex.
As they had climbed back into the car, Grimmjow still insisting they had yet to put enough distance between themselves and the mysterious, underground lab he came from, Ichigo had continued his line of questioning. Apparently the soldiers from Grimmjow's line, known as the Espada series, were treated much like the dogs were. They were used almost as a guard system, defending, hunting, tracking and killing anything their master bid them. When not on a mission and out in the field or training, they were either one of two places; the lab or in their cell.
While in the lab, they were ruthlessly tested on, modified or having injuries repaired. Grimmjow hadn't elaborated on it much and Ichigo hadn't pushed it. If they weren't in the lab or on a mission, they were locked within their rooms, much like dog kennel or a prison cell. Some of the lower ranking Espada soldiers were allowed to wonder their room free of bindings, but Grimmjow had been too unpredictable and too strong. He was bound in special restraints and chained to the wall of his cell most of his free time, not even allowed the freedom to so much as feed himself without supervision and restraints.
Yet his meal went almost untouched. Wild blue eyes pinned everything that moved; the few other people in the establishment, the workers, every time the door slid open, every bird that flew by outside. Any time some piece of machinery or another turned on within the small building his chilling gaze would snap in that direction, every noise was investigated and Ichigo found himself unable to eat the burger sitting in front of him, feeding off the man's paranoia and nervousness.
What set the man off the most was when a car would go by outside. He bristled when a vehicle pulled into the parking lot, white, over sharp teeth bared in threat like some sort of attack animal, like he needed the restraints Ichigo had cut him free of.
"Hey." Ichigo repeated for the third time, reaching across the table to tap the man's arm gently. As the orange haired man had predicted, he jumped and snarled at the touch but the moment his eyes landed on Ichigo, Grimmjow calmed back down. "What's the matter?"
"They're on their way." Grimmjow told him, his blue gaze settling on Ichigo's face, all seriousness and restlessness. The need to move, to get away seemed carved in stone in the man's cold eyes as he looked at the civilian he had dragged into his escape.
Ichigo's blood ran cold. He didn't need the escaped soldier to explain who they were, nor did he need the man to tell him they needed to leave, yet Grimmjow simply sat and continued his paranoid search. The realization slowly dawned on the young man and brown eyes widened slightly while he continued to look at Grimmjow. The people hunting the escaped soldier were already closing in on them, too close for them to turn and run now.
"I'm not sure where they are, but they know where we are." The man said, his frigid gaze going back toward the window.
"H-how do you know...?" Ichigo asked, only receiving a slight shrug as an answer. "Well, do you know how long we have until they get here?"
"Not long." Grimmjow said, his gaze once more flickering to Ichigo, something protective and aggressive in his depthless orbs, before scanning over the contents of the diner and back to the window.
"Then we need to get out of here." Ichigo all but hissed across the table at the man. Even if they couldn't get away, couldn't run, they still needed to take the fight somewhere else. There were way too many people around, someone would get hurt if that freak of a soldier with the creepy green eyes came back to try and finish what he had started at Ichigo's home.
"Too late." Grimmjow's head snapped around to lock on something behind Ichigo, something that had to have been within the diner.
Ichigo swallowed, his brows drawing together before he turned in his seat to look over his shoulder. A slim man smiled back at him, standing in the middle of one of the isles between rows of tables, raising a single hand to give a friendly wave. He adjusted his rectangular frames, his amber colored eyes flashing while a frightening growl rumbled in Grimmjow's chest, deep and aggressive and just barely carrying over the din of the crowd. The man's brows shot to his hair line in mock surprise and offense, a silent conversation being held between the two while he flipped his pink hair out of his face daintily with a long fingered hand. Had he not worn a simple, white jacket that was much too closely matched to the one the other strange soldier had been wearing, Ichigo wouldn't have believed the man to be after them. Still, he didn't look all that tough.
The orange haired man turned back to look at Grimmjow, unsure how to react or what to do. Grimmjow sat unmoving, as if frozen in place while he stared the slim, pink haired man down. Neither man so much as blinked, let alone moved and Ichigo alternated his vision between his blue haired companion and the other soldier.
"Grimm... He doesn't look that bad, lets get out of here. Let him follow us and you can take care of him outside before anyone gets hurt..."
"No. Aizen wouldn't send Octava alone. We're already surrounded."
"What? But how..." Grimmjow had been watching everything. It made no sense that someone would have been able to sneak up on them, not so quickly, not without one of them noticing something. When Ichigo's hands braced against the table top, the smaller man getting ready to push himself up and away from the chair he sat in, Grimmjow's shot across the table quicker than he could register, his long fingers wrapping tightly around Ichigo's wrist and keeping him in place.
"Do whatever I say and do not move until I tell you." Grimmjow said, his deep voice quiet and steady as his eyes never left the pink haired soldier that had mixed into the crowd. He was slowly being noticed and a few people seated near where he stood began whispering in curiosity. The pink haired soldier simply smiled at Grimmjow, ignoring the civilians around him as if they were nothing, insects he could simply step over or step on.
As the bigger man watched, amber eyes flickered toward the window for a split second but it was enough. Hand still firmly wrapped around Ichigo's wrist, Grimmjow shot to his feet and was dragging Ichigo away from the table as Octava vanished from view. Not a moment later, the glass shattered in a volley of gunfire.
Screams erupted around the diner as people scrambled toward the back of the establishment but to Ichigo's horror, Grimmjow was pulling him toward the source of the gunfire. He hesitated, pulling against Grimmjow's too strong grip, unsure what the hell was going on and wondering if the escaped soldier was trying to get them killed. The bluenette's voice silenced his thoughts before he could voice his questions.
"The bullets are a distraction. They're behind us." Grimmjow growled over the sound, not looking back as he pulled Ichigo toward the front door. As he spoke, the screaming erupted anew, dishes crashing to the ground as a wall crumbled behind them.
Ichigo looked back over his shoulder, still following behind Grimmjow, to see a monster of a man. He towered over the rest of the citizens as he tore through the crowd with wild and joyful abandon, his six arms destroying everything that came near him and painting the wall in red.
Just as they reached the front door, the glass panel already shattered by the spray of lead, a calm, emotionless voice spoke a single word from their left, a trigger word Grimmjow knew all too well. "Cero."
The renegade soldier didn't even look in that direction. He growled a curse and pushed Ichigo to the right and to the ground, falling on top of him before the world seemed to tremble and everything lit up in a blindingly bright flash. The explosion didn't last long but the blast was powerful, the damage catastrophic.
Debris rained down around them like hail. Ichigo groaned, his head pounding and his ears ringing. He tried to push himself up and sort out what had happened, only to find that Grimmjow still lay across him. Eyes widening, he quickly scanned the area. The blacktop of the parking lot had been torn up, massive chunks flung across the space. Near by cars had been flipped and rolled over, some on fire. The front wall of the building had all but collapsed under the explosion, sending the bricks and glass flying everywhere. As Ichigo watched, a section of the door frame collapsed, landing very near where he and the escaped soldier lay, sending a puff of dust and debris in it's wake and bringing down more of the crumbling wall around it. All was eerily quiet as the dust began to settle.
"Quinto, if you would grab Sexta so we can report back." Ichigo jolted as the emotionless voice filtered through the din that followed the explosion, slicing through the ringing in his ears and clearing his mind.
"Grimmjow...?" He struggled below the heavy body pinning him down until he could see the man's face. Blood smeared one half of his features, dripping from his freshly cut hair and running down the side of his neck. Panic stirred in Ichigo's gut as he awkwardly reached up and behind himself to shake the man. "Grimmjow...get up, we have to get out of here..."
Blue brows furrowed, full lips peeling away from over sharp, white teeth while Grimmjow began coming to from the force of whatever had hit him while he shielded the civilian. His eyes snapped open as a cold hand wrapped around one of his arms, hulling him none to gently away from the man below him and from the ground. Mind still struggling to wake the rest of the way up and place what had happened, Grimmjow let instinct take over and guide him.
He lashed out with his considerable speed and all the strength he could muster. His sudden movement was unexpected and a big fist caught Quinto by surprise, slamming into his ribcage just below the port of the arm he was holding onto Sexta with.
Grimmjow was dropped back to the ground, landing in a ready and defensive crouch. He pivoted to place himself between Ichigo and the soldiers, his eyes never leaving Cuatro and Quinto. Octava was off to the side, standing out of the way and observing but his battle prowess was less than fearsome to the larger soldier and from training exercises, Grimmjow knew the scientist was more for medical and technical support, meaning Aizen expected things to get messy.
A grin grew to spread across the escaped soldier's blood streaked features. Messy was good, he could make a mess. "Ichigo, stay out of the way. The first chance you get, run to your car and get out of here."
Ichigo's heart lurched in his chest as his head whipped around to where he had parked his car. To his relief, it had survived all but untouched during the sudden explosion, only gaining a few extra dings. He couldn't care less about the vehicle, but what was locked inside was irreplaceable to him. Getsu snarled and barked from within, pawing at one the windows they had left opened a few inches for him.
The civilian turned back just in time to see the nightmare of a soldier with too many arms lunge back in at Grimmjow, cackling with a manic glee. His gaze drifted to the smaller man, his black hair hanging to frame his pale features and make his green eyes look all the larger and more luminous. The smaller soldier stood by idly for the time being, watching as his comrade engaged with their target.
Ichigo's gaze was ripped away from the pale soldier as Grimmjow snarled, his deep voice animalistic. A metal hand wrapped around one of his arms, keeping it immobilized while Quinto cackled, throughly enjoying his new gear and the advantages it gave him.
Grimmjow pulled his arm back but unable to wrench it away from the artificial limb's grasp, only succeeded in pulling Quinto toward him and straightening the metal arm. A cruel grin spread across his features and he balled up his fist.
Quinto's cackling turned into a pained shriek as the shorter soldier used his free hand to deliver a debilitating hit. Sexta's big fist collided with the elbow joint of the artificial limb and a crunching accompanied the taller's cry. As the arm fell limp to be cradled close and protectively to Quinto's body, Grimmjow lunged in at the soldier. He still had five arms to deal with though and Quinto's anger quickly took over and had him fighting back.
The two struck the ground in a tangle of limbs and snarling. Grimmjow struck out, landing a solid and heavy hit to the lean soldier's lanky abdomen but the battle jacket he wore lessened the force of the hit and Grimmjow curled his lip, preparing for another hit as he accepted a shot to his ribcage with a grunt.
Near by, Cuatro watched, assessing the situation while Quinto tested out the Santa Teresa gear. It seemed it wasn't quite sturdy enough for battling someone of Sexta's strength. He looked up to catch Octava's gaze, silently pointing out the flaw. The pink haired soldier rolled his amber eyes but nodded as he too watched the fight, already running a list of repairs he would need to make and modifications he could use to solve the problem once he got the gear and the soldier back to he and Mayuri's lab.
Ichigo's brown gaze flickered over the two motionless soldiers as they watched the fight, wondering why they simply stood by. Did they really think the single soldier would be enough to capture Grimmjow? Even with the man's extra limbs and towering hight, he still struggled to keep up with the renegade's raw strength.
Grimmjow's wrists were captured as he attempted to get ahold of the lanky soldier still pinned to the ground beneath him. Held suspended and out to the sides where his hands couldn't do the taller soldier any damage, a wide grin spread across Quinto's face, seeing his chance at delivering some real damage. Before he was given the chance, a cruel smile pulled at Grimmjow's own features, flashing sharpened teeth that could have rivaled a hunting cat's. The taller soldier's own expression faltered before being wiped clear as Grimmjow drove his knee up, catching the taller soldier by surprise with his dirty tactic and in a place the jacket didn't cover.
The artificial limbs holding onto Sexta's arms loosened their grips involuntarily as Quinto's natural hands shot down to guard his damaged goods, a pained and surprised expression on his features. Grimmjow snarled as he pulled himself loose, climbing to his feet and taking a single step back. He looked back over his shoulder momentarily, pinning the civilian with his icy gaze.
Ichigo understood what he was telling him before the command for him to flee was growled out as Grimmjow spun back toward the slowly straitening super soldier he had temporarily downed. As the blue haired man pounced, one hand closing around a metal limb while his other fisted into the front of the soldier's uniform, Ichigo shook his head in denial. He didn't want to flee, could hardly bring himself to leave Grimmjow to fight against those he had been trying so hard to get away from, but he knew there was nothing he could do to insure the man's freedom.
These were super soldiers and there wasn't just one like there had been before. There was three of them, each deadly and each more than a match for the civilian and it seemed they had come prepared. Nearly the entirety of the diner had been leveled with one explosive, only a few people had begun to climb from the debris and he was sure most didn't survive. One of them had extra arms and Ichigo had already seen the green eyed one in action. He didn't need to see what the pink haired man was capable of. Ichigo backed up a step as he watched Grimmjow snap the metal limb in his hands like it was simply a thick stick, a grin on his handsome features.
The blue haired soldier grinned as the grinding crunch of more metal flittered through the still air. He didn't dare slow his momentum though and he spun around, sending a devastating spinning kick into the modified soldier's ribcage, targeting his core and hoping to inflict enough damage upon Quinto before Cuatro deemed himself needed and stepped in to aid his comrade.
He heard the sound of shoes pivoting on loose gravel from behind him and knew it to be Ichigo as the civilian moved, hopefully on the verge of doing as Grimmjow had told him. He had already dragged the intriguing orange haired man into a situation that should not have concerned him, he refused to let the man be harmed because of his involuntary involvement.
Grimmjow snarled out another warning to the civilian, hoping to encourage him to flee as he punched Quinto, the force enough to stagger the big man. Cuatro took a single step toward the fight, hands still buried in the pockets of his jacket and his expression still blank. The smaller soldier's movement seemed to be enough to push the orange haired man out of his stupor and Ichigo turned to sprint off to his car and beloved pet.
"Octava." Cuatro's emotionless voice had Grimmjow snarling anew as he attempted to disengage in his fight and spin about as quickly as possible.
"Of course, Cuatro." Octava smirked as he seemed to appear directly behind Ichigo just as the civilian made it to his vehicle.
Ichigo spun about, his eyes wide and his back pressed against the door of his car. His features twisted into an angry and defiant scowl, his jaw set as he looked up at the slightly taller man he now stood face to face with.
Grimmjow snarled as he once again attempted to extract himself from his fight, trying to claw his way free of Quinto's grasp to get to the civilian he had been in the company of before Octava could get a hold of him. The taller soldier cackled as the steel claws on the ends of his two remaining artificial limbs anchored into the renegade's flesh, pulling a strained growl from the blue haired man.
Cuatro chose that moment to get involved, noticing the seemingly desperate man's rage for what it was and knowing what it meant. If the blue haired soldier snapped and lost control, there would be far more damage to repair later. Cuatro stepped in front of Grimmjow, blocking his line of sight to the orange haired lad. The smaller soldier's enhanced speed gave him an advantage and he lashed out before the blue haired soldier even registered his presence. Long, wicked nails shredded through his midsection, leaving thick lines of blood and a pained cry in their wake.
Ichigo's gaze snapped away from the man in front of him at the deep voiced, growling cry, looking passed the soldier to see Grimmjow double over slightly to protect the freshly wounded area while he continued to struggle against the two soldiers. He pounced, his angular features a mask of potent rage, but was stopped short from connecting with the smaller soldier as too many pairs of hands grabbed hold of him, holding him in place and keeping him from attacking.
While neither Cuatro, nor Quinto could match Sexta's strength, all of Aizen's soldiers were much stronger than the average man and Cuatro let his head tilt to the side slightly, his vivid yet lifeless green eyes focusing on the subtle bruising still marking where Grimmjow's shoulder had been replaced in it's socket the day before. His left arm seemed mostly functional and didn't seem to have lost any of it's strength, but the bruising showed it to still be healing and Cuatro snapped his fist out, putting his considerable speed behind the hit.
The sound that came from Grimmjow was more of a yelp than a growl but the man continued struggling and fighting nonetheless, his over sharp teeth bared in threat and pain. His shoulder throbbed, the joint screaming from the harsh treatment but he had bigger things to worry about. His wild, enraged gaze swung over Cuatro's smaller body to see Octava reach for Ichigo.
The orange haired civilian wouldn't be subdued easily however and the instant the pink haired soldier touched him his naturally fiery temper showed it's self. One arm snapped up, connecting with the soldier's reaching one and surprising the man enough to force him back a step, his cunning, amber eyes widened slightly. His other fist lashed out out of reflex and caught the slim soldier in the stomach. The hit wasn't decisive and jacket the soldier wore deafened most of the force behind it but the distraction was all Ichigo needed.
As the pink haired soldier smiled down at him, leaning forward slightly in preparation to retrieve the civilian, Ichigo allowed himself to lean back and away from the man, one hand searching behind himself for the handle to the car door.
The instant he found it and lifted the handle, unlatching the door, Getsu's large body lunged at the door with enough force to push Ichigo out of the way and knock the door open enough for the dog to slip free. Without hesitation, the loyal dog threw himself at the pink haired man attacking his owner, his teeth bared and ears back.
Just like the other two soldier's the big dog had come into contact with, Octava's reaction was instant. His startled sound gained the attention of his comrades as the slim soldier backed away and dropped into a ready stance, giving his attention to the dog.
"Oh my." The pink haired soldier muttered, backing up a step while his yellow eyes stayed a fixed to the dog. Being one of the lower ranking soldier's of Aizen's personal collection, his strength or fighting prowess wasn't what had gained their master's attention and he rarely left the lab. "Cuatro, sir..."
Cuatro stepped away from the renegade, a dark brow raising ever so slightly at Octava's use of proper authority. He turned to see Octava take another careful step away from the large beast and pushed his hands into his pockets.
As Cuatro crossed the short space between he and Octava, Grimmjow spun back around on Quinto, slamming home a big fist that sank into the lanky soldier's gut and doubled the man over, even through his protective jacket. Growling his rage and stubborn determination, Grimmjow brought his elbow down over the back of the tall soldier's head and slammed him to the torn up blacktop of the parking lot.
Ichigo watched the small, green eyed man come in for a devastating attack on his beloved pet. Zangetsu yelped as he was thrown, landing on the ground several feet away. The dog scrambled to get back up, determined to continue helping his owner but Cuatro was already making his way toward the dog again and Ichigo couldn't help but yell the dog's name, desperate to get Getsu up and away. His voice caught the pink haired man's attention again and the soldier neared him, a cruel smile on his fair features.
Finally freeing himself of Quinto, Grimmjow took off behind Cuatro. Just as the smaller, pale soldier reached for the dog again, Grimmjow reached Octava. As Ichigo stepped away from the soldier, bumping into his car once more, Grimmjow snarled and sent a spinning kick into the unsuspecting soldier's midsection.
Octava was thrown into the vehicle, denting the door and shattering one of the windows as Ichigo ducked away. The strange soldier slowly straightened, his movements careful as his eyes remained locked with Grimmjow's.
"Now Sexta, you know I don't really fight." He said, shaking his head sheepishly and slowly raising his hands into the air. Grimmjow merely snarled at the man as he stalked closer. "Fine. Have it your way then."
In a swift motion, Octava pulled several, syringe like darts from his sleeve, heaving them in Grimmjow's direction as the man pounced yet again. Two struck home, piercing his already bloodied abdomen as he landed upon Octava. His fist collided with the man's face, smearing blood across the smaller soldier's face before steel and flesh hands wrapped around him once more.
Grimmjow was hauled from the smaller man as Octava cradled his face, rolling out of the way to avoid the wrestling soldiers. He rolled to his feet, one hand still held over his nose and lower face while he pulled another dart from his jacket, sick of playing around. This one held different properties then the ones given to Sexta and while the civilian was focused on said soldier, Octava took the opportunity to plunge the needle between the man's ribs.
Ichigo jerked away, ripping the dart out as he swung at the pink haired soldier. Tears threatened to blur his vision as the green eyed soldier returned to help the other one with Grimmjow, Getsu quiet where he lay almost unmoving on the ground. Anger ripped through Ichigo and yelled his fury as he added another dark mark to the pink haired man's face.
Grimmjow fell below the larger soldier, Quinto using his remaining arms to secure the bluenette's while Cuatro pulled the emptied darts from the man's abdomen. Even without his arms, Grimmjow was dangerous and he kicked backward as he bared his over sharp teeth in Cuatro's face.
Quinto grunted under the blow but held steady as he wrestled the stubborn escaped soldier to the ground, using his heavier weight and larger size to hold the man down. "Hurry an get the damned restraints while I got him." He snapped at Cuatro.
Not far away, Ichigo struggled against the pink haired soldier. His brown eyes landed on Grimmjow as his arms were captured behind his back. A well placed knee caught the civilian at the base of his spine and Ichigo was thrown to his knees in front of where Grimmjow fought and struggled on the ground.
The renegade soldier panted, his nostrils flared and a growl escaping on each exhale. When Ichigo was knocked into his line of sight, his struggling redoubled even as the drugs from the darts began taking effect, much quicker than whatever Cuatro had used on him before.
"Dammit." Quinto cursed as he wrapped his steel arms around Grimmjow's, holding the man all but immobile. He threw a fist into Sexta's exposed abdomen, smearing the blood from Sexta's torn flesh across his knuckles and doubling Grimmjow over once more.
"Aizen wants you back alive, so why don't you just go to sleep already." Quinto growled as Cuatro neared him, unlocked harness and muzzle in hand. He slammed the steel forearm of one of his remaining artificial limbs hard across Grimmjow's face, whipping his head around and snapping his jaw closed.
The blue haired soldier fell still under the assault, struggling to fight the blackness that closed in around the edge of his vision. He could hear Ichigo near by, chanting his name in a worried tone and the rattling of restraints but the tranquilizer combined with the blow to his head had done a number on him. He struggled to push a growl from his throat, his stubborn nature refusing to stop fighting as he began trying to push the hands grabbing hold of him away.
On his knees, his hands secured behind his back by some sort of cuffs that locked at his wrists and elbows, Ichigo tried to shake off the pink haired man holding him as he watched Grimmjow try to right himself. The renegade's brow furrowed and a growl rumbled in his chest as the multi-limbed soldier pulled him to his knees, wrenching his arms behind his back. Blue eyes rolled back before Grimmjow shook his head, trying to ward off the effects of the sedative but his struggle was in vain.
"Grimmjow! Wake up, Grimmjow..." Ichigo all but pleaded as Cuatro began slipping the straps of the heavy harness around the bigger man's abdomen, circling around his arms, shoulders, crossing over his chest and keeping his arms securely folded across his back.
Ichigo was hulled to back to his feet as Grimmjow's new harness was locked in place by Quinto and the pale soldier picked up a cruel looking muzzle. Grimmjow curled his lip, trying to turn his head away from the hated muzzle but Cuatro simply grabbed hold of his short hair and forced his head still. The smaller man slipped the muzzle around the blunette's face, forcing his jaw open to put the gag in place before he tightened it and locked it in place as well.
Grimmjow hung his head as he was pulled to his feet, stumbling where Cuatro and Quinto held him between them as they tugged him toward the transport vehicle. A nearly silent growl escaped around his gag, carrying a whining tone that suggested he knew he had been defeated and captured even as he was barely conscious.
Ichigo was pushed forward, forced to follow behind the sedate and recaptured soldier, his warm eyes wide and mind reeling with all that he feared would become of them.
The doors to the vehicle where thrown open, revealing a nearly hollow interior. Metal bench style seats lined the two outward facing walls, the solid wall facing the doors was bare save for metal rings that had been bolted and soldered into place.
Quinto climbed into the vehicle while Cuatro held Grimmjow upright, keeping the nearly unconscious soldier still and standing. It took both of them to get him into the truck and still he struggled as best he could, certainly not making it easy for them.
"What was in those injections, Szayel?" Quinto asked as he dragged the blue haired, restrained soldier to the back of the vehicle to begin attaching chains to his harness.
"He took two full doses." Octava said, pushing his glasses into place as he almost gently helped Ichigo climb into the vehicle behind Grimmjow. "Each one contained four times the sedative power of the normal tranquilizers."
"Double what it took yesterday." Cuatro said, his tone lifeless and near boredom as he held Sexta upright enough or the chains on his harness to be secured to the wall.
More chains were attached to the sturdy cuffs that Ichigo had seen around the man's ankles, keeping his feet and legs in place. A short chain already anchored to the wall latched onto the metal loop of the man's muzzle, holding his head back and against the wall should he wake up enough to start struggling again.
"Yes." Octava said, wrapping a seat belt around his civilian captive and moving over to the drugged up soldier. "It's remarkable, really."
The pink haired soldier went to work assessing what he could of Sexta's injuries while he was safely secured within the vehicle, the other two taking their seats, Cuatro at Ichigo's side and Quinto in front of him. The taller of the two leered down at him as he unzipped his battle jacket to pull it off and reveal the metal that had been grafted to his skeleton.
Eyes wide, Ichigo watched the soldier unlock and remove the two damaged cybernetic limbs with a grunt before he discarded them. They thumped to the barren floor of the vehicle as the doors were slammed shut, sounding hollow and dull. The vehicle was plunged into shadows and the engine roared to life, quickly taking off and pulling onto the road.
Ichigo stared at the floor at his feet for a moment, wondering what would happen to them and listening to Grimmjow's panting breaths and the slight scrape of chain and harness against the metal wall as the renegade began loosing his battle with the strengthened sedatives. The civilian looked up in time to watch those brilliant blue eye roll up and see the man sag as unconsciousness took over, a hopeless feeling settling in his chest as he whispered a silent apology for letting the man be captured once more.
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