Hakubi Washu was sprawled out on the living room couch, after having fainted when she entered the room. Zenako Had been able to move her small frame up to Masaki-San's room, to help keep the others from barging in, afterall it was best that a fainted person get plenty of space for both air flow and the thought of how they would react waking up to see several people around them.
As Zenako sat bedside in case anything happened Mikumo entered the room, shutting the door behind him quickly to make sure no one else tried to sneak in. Mikumo looked down at the scientist then towards Zenako. "How's she holding up?"
"It's nothing, most likely stress, or the surprise of visitors. Either way she should wake out of it soon."
"Good, wanted to speak to you in private, just wanted to make sure she wouldn't wake up half-way in the conversation."
"What is it Kuramitsu-San?"
"Fredsin escaped, took his hand back before they compress it. Apparently someone on the outside was asked to spring Fredsin in exchange for some land on Jurai. They interrogated the pilot, he didn't know much. He was supposed to take Fredsin to a station north of Second Correction, they went there and since the escape no one saw the ship Fredsin took."
Zenako was in shock listening to his superior and then looked at the floor as he finished. "It doesn't make sense though Kuramitsu-San, when I was in Second Correction Fredsin seemed contempt, he spent that time and the riots used to get into isolation. He felt it rightful, for a RCCP to be in prison."
"I'm not questioning you Zenako, you were in the wrong place, you knew just as little about him as those fellow prisoners did. I'm just saying he might make good on his threats, he might have intentions for the ceremony for Masaki-San."
"Yes, if he does strike that would be the best chance. Lord we have to warn the Jurai."
"Already done, we're boosting security for the area. Zenako, tell me when Hakubi-Chan wakes up will you?"
"Of course sir." Zenako said watching his superior give the scientist a worried look as he turned and left the room. Zenako left out a sigh as he rubbed his temples turning to look at Hakubi and shook his head as the room darkened to a sphere with no real signs of the outside world. "You can wake up, we're alone now."
Almost as if she was waiting for the words, Washu rose up on the bed looking different from when she lay earlier. She appeared in shape and age to be a good twenty years older; her wardrobe had changed to what was now not something one would see in a store, too elegant, too outlandish. The only real describable aspect about Washu's wardrobe was the cleavage producing cut along the front, and an equal length cut down the back. Washu smirked looking over at Zenako. "I knew it, so which one sent you?"
"I am for the twelfth dimension Washu, they sent me here after they picked up on the dimensional rift you're sister caused." Zenako said sternly closing his eyes and folding his arms.
"We put it all back together, it's not like he could really produce another rift."
"Tokimi-Chan is planning something, she hardly said spoken a word to the others. I think you may have a good idea on what she might do."
"I swear it Zenako, I have not a clue on what my sisters do. We watch out for ourselves and only rarely interact beyond simple conversations. What of this Fredsin? Is he as dangerous as you say?"
"He's a mortal, whatever damage he can cause is not beyond our powers to repair Washu-Kun. You might be onto something though; such a man like him could be the kind of minion Tokimi-Chan would search for."
"I'm sorry to trail off subject for irrelevancy, but I heard you mention Fredsin was a RCCP, I don't recall that codename."
"It was a project put together by Mikumo, Rehabilitated Criminals for Crime Prevention. Basically any criminal who showed signs of willingness to return to the norm of society were given the chance to he trained as a volunteer Galaxy Police Officer. The program only was used on two prisoners before being shut down due to the negative results, an ex-solider Hotsuma, and the pirate Fredsin. Once the project was shut down Hotsuma was discharged, and Fredsin, he was reckless, endangered both officers and civilians and killed just as many suspects as he arrested. He was sentenced to Second Correction due to violent nature."
"Um…that should work for an answer thank you Zenako." Washu said looking at Zenako almost with a nervous worried look as slowly the room returned back to its third dimension perception of Masaki-San's room. Washu herself return back to the child form she carried with her.
"Well you know I wanted to avoid having to explain some of that at a later date so I figured might as well say it now." Zenako said letting out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head.
"Don't think too much on it, later I'll treat you to some sake in the lab." Washu said then looked back at Zenako with a soft smile as she readied to leave the room. "I suppose you know why I fainted at the sight of Mikumo?"
"Its natural shock, when a mother thinks her son is dead then he shows back up." Zenako said followed her to the door and opening it to the other family members. That is to say only Ryoko was by the door, the others had decided to give Washu her space and went off back to their chores or in Mikumo's case to figure out a plan in case Fredsin showed up at the wedding.
"Aw did Ryoko worry about her mother?" Washu said with a small laugh looking at the cyan haired woman.
"More like the 'police' forced me to stay here till you wake up, and here you are." Ryoko said as she seemed to fade away back to her relax spot in the rafters.
