Warnings: Language but I'm not upping the rating unless someone asks me to.

"Alright, what's the plan?" Alex was practically giddy with excitement. After dividing amongst themselves and preparing for their individual rescue operations, the nations were ready to leave. The French-Canadian team was already preparing the ship they had taken from Britain along with the other Europeans. They would travel back to England and find transport to America and Japan respectively while Alexander and the two Englands went ahead of them. The only problem was how to do so. "Holy shit! Peter's got a helicopter!" The dark-haired American sprinted across the outside of the fort towards the small helicopter perched on a landing strip while the Englands followed at a more dignified pace.

Oliver said nothing at the younger man's excitement and just continued to smile indulgently while Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes at the typical short-sighted thinking. "You have just as bad a sense of geography as Alfred don't you?" he asked.

Alexander looked over his shoulder from the cockpit of the helicopter. "Excuse me?"

Arthur opened his mouth to crush the younger's excitement but Oliver was quick to cut in and do so more gently. "Alex, a helicopter can fly maybe at most three-hundred miles. We're about four thousand miles from New York."

"So basically we would end up stranded in the middle of the Atlantic you moron" Arthur finished.

Alex visibly deflated at the revelation. "Oh, well then what do we do? I really don't feel like spending another boat ride with the rest of the world. Not to mention Ollie's stomach." Alex shuddered at the reminder of the last leg of their trip that had consisted of the pink-haired Brit bent over the side of the ship and throwing up constantly.

The Englishmen contemplated the dilemma for a while longer. "Artie, do you think you could teleport us magically?" Oliver asked.

Arthur considered the option for a moment, quietly going over the logistics in his mind before shaking his head. "That would be convenient but I don't think I could pull it off on my own. If I had Scotland or Wales to help maybe, but that's not really an option right now is it?"

Despite the news Oliver's smile didn't fade but instead he turned his head towards Alex and nudged the teen with his elbow. "Well Alex?"

The red-eyed nation glared down at the shorter. "Fuck that Ollie, you know I don't like doing it" he muttered, ignoring the way his swearing made Oliver's nose crinkle in distaste.

"Alex don't swear. And it's either that or we take the long route." Oliver crossed his arms and tried his best to look the stern, parental figure. Or as much as he could pull the look off being the shorter of the two by a fair amount.

"What are you two talking about?" Arthur finally interjected.

"Oh, Alex is actually quite skilled in black magic. He just doesn't like performing it after that nasty business in Salem. He even lost the Sight during the whole ordeal." Oliver gave a sad little sigh at the admission though Alex just looked angry.

"Like I said I don't like talking about it Oliver" Alex growled under his breath.

"You can perform magic!?" Arthur burst with renewed interest, enough to knock Alexander off guard by the sudden excitement.

"Uh... yeah?"

"That's wonderful! Alfred won't even acknowledge that some nations can perform magic!"

"Alright enough!" Alex shouted suddenly. "Let's just get this over with alright? I'll help get us to New York but then after that I'm done okay?"

Arthur deflated slightly in disappointment but nevertheless agreed to the younger's terms. At the very least Alex accepted the existence of magic. But the blond Englishman could not let go of the novelty of a version of America that was capable of practicing magic.

Two hours and a teleportation spell later, and the trio apparated in a dark alleyway of New York at what appeared to be the dead of night. "Here we are" Arthur announced tiredly from where he had slumped against the side of a brick building to recover from the strain of working such a powerful spell.

"Finally" Alex grunted, rolling his shoulders to get his own aches and fatigues out. "You two give me a sec, I'm gonna go scope out a car. We've got a long road trip ahead."

"Bloody wonderful" Arthur grunted sarcastically while Oliver just continued grinning to himself and wiping small amounts of grime from his brightly colored clothes.

Fifteen minutes after Alex disappeared from the alley the two Briton's heard a high pitched whistle that they supposed was meant to signal to them and wandered out. Sitting in the driver's seat of a moderately sized black van which had its license plates inexplicably torn out, was a grinning Alexander. Said American rolled down the passenger side window. "Hop in guys. It's a two seater but there's plenty of space in the back." The two Englishmen grinned conspiratorially at their new means of transportation and climbed in. Oliver seating himself in the passenger seat and Arthur settling in comfortably in the back.

"Where did you even find this thing?" Arthur asked as Alex pulled onto the road and started navigating them towards the nearest highway.

"Found it" the American answered teasingly.

Arthur snorted in amusement. "I'm not going to judge. We're probably all fugitives in this country anyway. I'm just curious."

"Ha!" Alex laughed. "Well in that case I stopped by a government building and stole it. I think it was meant for an ambassador from… somewhere I don't really give a shit. They're probably going to be pissed but this thing is built like a tank. Bulletproof, fast, efficient, and considering where we're going it'll probably come in handy."

"Good thinking Alex" Oliver praised.

"Except for when we have even more people after us" Arthur pointed out but Alex just shrugged.

"Ah don't worry bout it. I set the building on fire before I left. They'll have their hands full for a while. And once they get that under control and find out the car's missing we'll be long gone." Arthur let his jaw drop slightly. He had forgotten who he was dealing with for a moment.

"I forgot the two of you were psychopaths" he sighed before slumping down slightly and pinching the bridge of his nose preemptively in expectation of a headache.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Oliver turned around to ask innocently.

"He means he forgot we're mass murderers and crazy as fuck Ollie" Alex reminded the elder nation.

"Oh is that all?" the pinkette grinned and waved his hand dismissively.

"You both are disturbing."

"Well it's about a thirty-six hour drive to Nevada and that's without stops, so I suggest you get used to it" Alex stated matter of factly without taking his eyes off the road. "Speaking of which. It's eight pm here and we're in Jamestown. I'll keep driving until we're a good ways into Pennsylvania -maybe Pittsburgh- then pull over at a hotel or something. So you guys can feel free to sleep or whatever."

At the suggestion Arthur remembered just how tired he was from the magic spell and yawned. "Well as nice as that sounds I don't think I trust you enough not to kill anyone while I'm asleep. So I'm afraid you both are stuck with me." With that said Arthur settled down into a seated position so his back was pressed against the side of the van and the group drifted off into silence.

For a while they drove on, and try as he might, eventually the steady rhythm of the vehicle driving along the road caused Arthur to succumb to his exhaustion. Soon enough, as Alex peeked into the back from the rear-view mirror, the blond had his eyes closed and his body was relaxed.

Alexander waited several minutes more until he could hear light snoring coming from the slumbering nation and then sent a sidelong glance to Oliver. "Is he asleep?"

Oliver's expression slipped into a more business-like one and the Briton held up a finger to quiet the American before slipping out of his seat and climbing in back. Reaching a hand into the back pocket of his tan trousers, the Englishman pulled out a small pouch of some sort of powder. He took a pinch of it in his palm carefully before blowing it in his counterpart's face.

Arthur's expression twitched slightly and for a moment it looked like the man would wake before the light poison took effect and the man's features slipped to an even more relaxed state than it had been in before. Oliver grinned and returned once more to the front. "Now he's asleep."

Alex grunted and eyed the pouch of 'something' as Oliver stowed it away once again. "What was that? You better not have killed him. I don't care if it's temporary I'm not lugging him around" he warned but all Oliver did in response was grin.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic. I just made sure he would sleep for the next twelve hours or so. Now we can speak freely."

Alex's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Alright I guess that's good. So, what's the plan?" Oliver continued to smile innocently. "I know you have one Ollie. You probably already told Louis and Matt since we split up, so spill." The Briton's grin turned feral.

"When you say things like that Alex I wonder why the others assume you're oblivious."

Alex matched the dangerous grin on his ex-colonizer's face. "'Cause I prefer it that way. Makes people feel a lot more at ease and they tend to more willingly expose their vulnerabilities. I mean, I did learn from the best."

"Ha ha! And people say you don't take after me at all!"

After a moment of quiet contemplation Oliver spoke again. "So you wanted to know what I had planned?"

Alex nodded. "I saw Luciano go down to see ya when we left England. He looked pretty pissed afterwards so I'm guessing it didn't go too well. What happened?"

Oliver sighed and rested the side of his head on a fist. "He wanted to work together. An alliance against the nations from this world once we take care of the humans."

"You said no?" Alex asked though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

"I said no" Oliver confirmed. "He didn't take it too well and I felt the need to point out just how much of a loose cannon he is." Oliver's lips twitched sadistically into a smile. "He didn't take my criticism all too well."

"Well you do have a knack for a being a dick at times man."

"That's awfully crass." The Brit held out a hand. "And swear jar. You owe me quite a bit." Alex rolled his eyes but did dig through the pockets of his bomber jacket before pulling out a five dollar bill and handing it over.

"That enough?"

Oliver shook his head fondly with a grin. "It'll do."

"You still haven't told me what you want to do." Alex pushed up his dark sunglasses so his bright red eyes could focus on the other's blue. A look of concern crossed the American's face. "Is something the matter?"

Oliver didn't look away from the windshield to face the younger nation even as Alex slowed slightly so he could focus both on the road and the conversation. "Do you think it's possible?" the smaller male eventually asked.

"Think what's possible?"

"That the humans could find a way to kill a nation?" Oliver turned his electric blue eyes on the younger without the slightest bit of pink tainting their hue.

Alex studied the blue gaze carefully and thought for a moment. "Normally I would say no. But when I passed out because of what's going on with the hero I- I felt something. Mortal, I guess. So if I'm gonna be honest then yes. I do think it's possible. And if they haven't figured it out yet, they will. They're tenacious that way ya know?"

Oliver nodded his agreement. "Exactly. This goes beyond petty ambition. Luciano doesn't understand how dangerous this situation is. And for as long as that is the case he's more likely to cause problems than to solve them. As much as I hate to admit it Kuro might very well be dead. Our priority has to be burying whatever kind of technology or magic the humans have discovered." Finally, the Brit smiled again. "So for once we are going to play on the defensive."

Alex smirked. "Damn. I hate playing defense."

Oliver giggled and pat the other's shoulder in a conciliatory fashion. "I know. So for now just do your best to help out. I have Louis and Matthieu working surveillance on the others while they are together and I have something I'm working on personally."

"What! That's it? Why don't I get a job to do?"

Oliver eyed the other curiously. "Well there is something I would like you to do but I don't know how inclined you would be to follow it through."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Oh come on old man. I'm a big boy now, I can deal with it."

"Alright~ but don't complain. I want you to get Arthur to trust you."

"Huh?" Alex's head turned to eye the sleeping blond before going back to Oliver. "Why?"

"Watch the road dear" Oliver reminded the younger who quickly swerved the van back into the center of the lane while smothering a curse on his tongue before he would have to pay for it. "And I want you to earn his trust because he is the one who controls the mirror. He is the key to transportation between our worlds. At some point we'll need his help."

"There's gotta be a simpler way. Besides, once we rescue Blondie he won't let me within an inch of his precious Brit."

Oliver shrugged. "Even better. If you can manage to get in Arthur's good graces before we rescue your counterpart we can drive a wedge between them. I've been wanting an ally on this side for a long time. At first I thought that would be Ivan, but I've changed my mind. Now I'll let it be a little sibling rivalry" the Englishman snickered.

Alex raised a dark eyebrow at the other. "Sibling rivalry? What do you mean?"

"Like you said, I told Matthieu and Louis my plans before we split up. Matt wants to make his counterpart our ally. It was so cute~! He got so attached so quickly."

Alex's jaw dropped and his face turned aghast. "What! Like hell! I don't need more Canadians wandering around pretending to be American!"

"Then you'll get Arthur to trust you?" Oliver asked coyly.

Alex tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Damn straight. I'll get you the Brit."

Oliver gave an indulgent grin. "Good boy."

The pair returned to silence as the next few hours slowly ticked by. Eventually Oliver even drifted off to sleep while Alexander drove on through the early hours of the morning before dusk. It wasn't until the American found himself nodding off at the wheel that he finally stopped at a hotel just outside of Pittsburgh.

It was a dingy place, and not very sought out if the lack of cars in the small parking lot were of any indication. But that suited the trio just fine so Alex parked himself in the farthest and darkest corner to avoid suspicion by the occasional passers-by before reaching over to shake awake his traveling companion.

"Hey, Ollie. Wake up man." The pinkette groaned and blinked awake with a tired yawn.

"Al what is it? Where are we?" Oliver asked while momentarily disoriented by his drowsiness. But Alex paid him no mind as he got out of the van and opened up the back.

Eyeing the still sleeping Briton Alex once again reached over to shake the man's shoulder. "Come on Artie. You too." The brunette continued to shake the slumbering male but nothing seemed to work and Arthur continued sleeping. "Dude, I want to sleep so get up!" It was starting to get frustrating but Oliver stopped him before the urge to grab his bat became too strong.

"He'll still be out for about another six hours so don't bother."

Alex groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Ugh fine. Then he can just stay here."

"Alex be nice" Oliver admonished, crossing his arms and giving the younger nation a stern look. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Geez fine." The American reached down and unceremoniously flung the unconscious nation over his shoulder while his other hand shut the back doors of the van and remotely locked it.

From there the trio filed into the small, unkempt lobby of the motel. It was probably one of the least welcoming places Alex had even went into expecting to spend the night. And that was saying something. The walls seemed to have been painted a beige color that had chipped away from a fair percentage of the space to reveal the grey drywall beneath and the light above the reception desk flickered every time Alex took a step.

"Can I help you?" As the group reached the receptionist Oliver stepped forward with a smile and Alex's wallet. How he managed to retrieve that, the American was never to know.

"Yes we would like a room for the night?"

The receptionist, an unassuming teenaged boy with a bad case of acne didn't even bother to look up from his smart phone as he fumbled around for a set of keys and tossed it at the Englishman. "That'll be a hundred for the night." Alex arched a dark brow at how the kid didn't even notice that he was hauling an unconscious man over his shoulder but chose not to question it.

Oliver on the other hand, had other issues. The pinkette's eye twitched at the rude behavior and with a strained smile retrieved the required amount from the American's wallet. "Here" the Englishman tried to hand it to the receptionist but the teen seemed determined to not look away from the phone screen and just jerked his head to the side.

With an off-putting laugh Oliver set the bills down and took stock of the man's bearing. A spark of pink flooded his eyes as he caught sight of a half-consumed Starbucks coffee without a lid. With a giggle the pinkette grabbed a white tablet from somewhere -Alex never really knew where Oliver stored half the things in his arsenal- and quietly flipped it into the unsuspecting beverage where it dissolved instantly. "Have a good night!" he chirped before turning on his heel, keys in hand, and lead Alex and his cargo down the hall to their room.

"It's morning actually" the receptionist called after them halfheartedly.

Only once they were inside and settled did Alex speak. "Was that really necessary man?" he berated the other while setting Arthur down on the bed closest to the door. "What even was that thing?"

Oliver pouted and crossed his arms with a small huff. "Just a little something. I'll clean up after we sleep."

"Ollie~" Alex said warningly to which Oliver turned his back.

"What? He deserved it. Didn't that boy know it's rude not to make eye contact. He wouldn't even give us the time of day he was so focused on his phone!"

"He's a teenager dude. They're all like that."

"You're not like that" Oliver challenged but Alex just sighed.

"Maybe so, but Arthur's gonna be pissed if he finds out." Oliver seemed to think on this for a moment and tapped his chin with a finger as he stared off into a corner.

"Hmm. Maybe you're right. Fine, I'll go take care of it now. Do you think he drank the coffee yet."

"More than likely" Alex nodded.

"Alright I'll go dispose of the body. You go ahead and get settled I have the room key." With a quick wave Oliver turned and exited the room to leave Alex and the other unconscious nation alone. The brunette turned from where he sat on the bed and eyed his only other companion.

"Something tells me you're going to be pissed regardless of the dead body." With a last poke to the blond's forehead the American got up, stripped out of his bomber jacket and slipped into the empty bed nearer to the window.

It was just as he was drifting off to a well-deserved sleep a few minutes later that Alexander noted the sounds of multiple shuffling feet coming from the other side of the thin wall to the outside. For a moment he tensed and considered heading out to deal with it. "Nah, fuck that" he muttered as he let his eyes slip shut once again. "Ollie's got this shit."


Oliver would never claim to dislike cleaning up after one of his 'escapades'. It was part of the beauty in his mind. And he always endeavored to use as much of the bodies as possible too so there was really no room to complain. Even if no one seemed to appreciate the fresh ingredients in his sweets. Oh well, more for him.

The Englishman considered all these things as he trekked back down the hallway to the motel lobby. As expected, the teenager was now slumped over the front desk, with his coffee cup sitting tipped over in one of his hands. The pinkette smiled and started whistling to himself as he waltzed over and causally pressed two fingers against the boy's wrist.

Nothing. As expected. With his tune never missing a beat Oliver pulled the body so that it was seated more steadily in the rolling office chair and started pushing it towards the secluded office behind the counter which he unlocked using the keys in the front pocket of the man's jeans. The teen was unfortunately quite scrawny Oliver observed while he maneuvered the chair into the office. Unfortunate. He wouldn't be able to get a lot of ingredients out of him. Not that the Brit had a lot of storage on him anyway. So maybe he would just carve up the body and stash it away in the ceiling since the floor was made out of tile and carpet instead of wooden floorboards.

Hauling the body onto the large office desk Oliver extracted his kitchen knife and contemplated where to start. Well, it couldn't hurt to have a taste he supposed so Oliver took one of the boy's limp arms and sliced it open from wrist to elbow. A thick stream of blood quickly coated the limb and began dripping onto the floor. Oliver let the viscous fluid coat his finger and brought it up to his lips.

"Mmm" he moaned at the taste of iron as well as the slightly nutty flavor of the poison he had used. "Not bad. I expected you to taste worse dear" he muttered down to the unhearing boy. "I should get a thermos while you're still warm. Then maybe you can spike my tea later." With that said the Brit turned on his heel and headed out the office with the intent of grabbing the forgotten thermos he had seen in one of the cup holders of their new van.

But as the nation looked up towards the sliding doors of the hotel's main entrance, the ancient warrior inside him noticed something odd. The outside had gone quiet. Too quiet. None of the night creatures and insects that normally filled the night with their lilting symphony could be heard and by the looks of it, it appeared that the few street lamps that had been set up sporadically around the parking lot had gone dark. Oliver's eyes immediately narrowed.

"Well poo." The Brit lowered himself into a crouch and shifted the kitchen knife in his hand into a more maneuverable position before pressing up against the wall in the lobby close to the automatic doors. Shutting his eyes to block out unnecessary distractions, the pinkette listened for any sounds of movement.

There. Several footsteps, too heavy for regular footwear, military boots for sure. By the sound of it there were six of them. Unorganized. Local law enforcement if he had to guess. They had probably been alerted of Alex's stolen vehicle. Or perhaps the American government had already found them. Oliver hoped the latter was not the case or their trip was about to get a lot more tiring. Oliver opened his eyes as the sound of footsteps grew louder. As outnumbered as he was going to be he needed an advantage.

Spying the light switch back behind the counter but in the open of the doorway Oliver instead reached for a small gap in the sole of his shoe and carefully extracted a much smaller paring knife. With a quick flick of the wrist the light switch was impaled and the hotel lobby went dark. The sound of shuffling feet halted immediately and now Oliver could hear voices as he let his eyesight slowly adjust to the increase in darkness.

The Brit waited patiently. The officers hesitated a few moments longer before the sliding doors activated and a single man in uniform stepped inside followed quickly by two more. The other three were probably securing the building. He would have to track them down later. Remaining motionless in his dark corner Oliver watched the three fan out. One circled the reception desk as the other two went down opposite hallways. "The only room key missing is for room 176" the officer behind the counter reported and the man heading down the left hallway nodded. Well, 176 was the farthest so Oliver would let that man be for now. He was more concerned with the officer heading towards the reception office. He didn't want the humans knowing of his presence too soon and the dead body would definitely work to that effect. So the moment the other two disappeared he made his move.

Stalking with the experience of a seasoned predator, Oliver silently crept up behind the officer who was now looking for the office keys. Sliding into place behind the larger male, the Englishman quickly reached up and clamped his hand around the human's mouth before pulling his head up and sliding his knife against the soft flesh of his jugular. The human jerked and made a muffled noise, but Oliver's aim had been perfect and within seconds he was lowering the body quietly to the ground. One down, five to go.

Next he chased after the policeman who had gone towards where Alex and his own counterpart were most likely sleeping. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing if the others were found. But Alex wasn't particularly skilled with the art of silent assassination and he didn't want the officers outside the motel calling for backup if at all possible. So, moving silently across the carpeted hallways, Oliver quickly closed the gap between himself and the officer who had just reached room 176.

Moving to perform the same tactic as with the previous officer the Brit was unprepared for this human to be slightly more observant. Oliver's swirling pink and blue gaze met the officer's dull brown against the reflection of the metal panel holding the room number and the man gasped before turning to face the other male.

"Fre-" the man began to call out bet Oliver quickly swung up and jabbed the man in the throat before he could speak a full word and alert his fellow officer's. As the man gasped and reached up to his neck in response to the pain Oliver quickly sidestepped and kicked one of the man's knees sending him to the ground before reaching out and with both hands snapping the officer's neck. The human crumpled towards the ground, still grasping his aching throat.

"Shh sh sh~" Oliver cooed quietly as he caught and lowered the body silently. "Can't have you alerting the others now can we love?" Grinning with no small amount of satisfaction Oliver reminded himself of the third officer still in the building. The man would probably be on his way back towards the lobby by now.

Jogging quietly so as to beat the human to the juncture of the motel Oliver waited around the corner as the human approached. "It's all clear down this wing Ryan" the human reported as he neared the reception desk. "Ryan?" Just as the man crossed the threshold of the hallway Oliver turned into his direction and slid his kitchen knife neatly into the juncture of two of the man's ribs and directly to his heart. With a shudder and a breathless gasp the human went rigid and then limp. This time the Brit let the policeman's body fall to the ground without care. It wasn't as if the one's outside would hear. Speaking of which, Oliver practically skipped back down the hallway until he reached the body of the second officer who was about his size. Perfect.

A few minutes and a change in clothing later, and Oliver, now dressed fully in a spotless police uniform, strolled outside the motel. To his chagrin, there were no other officers waiting for him and he couldn't help but let out a humph as well as pout. "Well just spoil my fun why don't you" he sighed to no one in particular before spotting the first of the other officer's securing the building who looked to be speaking into a radio from the front seat of a police cruiser facing away from the hotel.

Smirking, Oliver decided that the man could wait and let his gaze rove the parking lot until he found his next two targets. They were spread out and with their guards for the most part dropped as Oliver took them out one after the other. The first with another knife across the throat and the second left to bleed out or drown silently in blood -whichever came first- after Oliver stabbed him in the lung.

Only when that was done and he had made sure that there was only one man left did Oliver quietly make his way over to the officer in the cruiser.

"We have the building surrounded. I'm telling you no one is getting in or out of there unless we want them to" the officer in the car reported into a radio.

"Yeah well, just be careful. The higher ups said that these people are armed and dangerous. They burned down an embassy you know? For a car!"

"What? For real? Look I can't get into this now. We'll talk later okay?"

"Sure Nick, catch you later."

"Night." The officer, Nick, set the radio down and looked out the window towards the motel.

"It does seem a bit much when you think about it doesn't it? Then again I keep reminding myself Alexander isn't one for subtlety." The police man gasped and turned in his chair to see Oliver grinning, dressed in a stolen uniform, and sitting comfortably in the passenger seat beside him cleaning his nails with a bloody knife.

"Wha-? Who?" After a moment of delayed reaction due to shock the uniformed officer realized that the Englishman was not in fact one of his fellow officers. He began to reach for his gun only to have his wrist unfortunately grasped by the smaller Brit.

"Ah ah ah" Oliver tutted with a click of his tongue before pulling the man off-balance by his captured arm and sliding over to straddle the officer's lap. In the same motion he also drew his knife and pressed it threateningly against the officer's neck. "Now, let's chat shall we?"

"H-how did you get in here? Where did you get the uniform?" Nick stuttered out. A cold sweat broke out over his face, fondly reminding Oliver of the English soldier he had interrogated not very long ago. Shame he didn't have as much time to have fun with this one.

"Take a guess mate" Oliver teased.

"Where are the others?" Oliver didn't even bother saying anything to this and simply gave the man a toothy smile. "Oh God" the officer moaned, before looking like he was ready to cry.

"Well since that's out of the way" Oliver chirped with a smile. "Who told you where to find us?"

"Wh-what? I don't-"

"Don't lie, I heard the man on the radio say 'the higher ups said that these people are armed and dangerous'" he quoted with a perfect American accent. "So who knew about us?"

Nick shook his head as much as the knife at his throat would allow. "I-I don't know!" I was just called in with the o-others. Br-Brody, the man o-on the radio. He said some government suit. Some lady, showed up w-with pictures of you. Three of you."

Oliver's smile turned down in intensity as he thought this over. Someone had their pictures. Knew that only he, Alex, and Arthur had gone to the United States. Had even guessed the region they had arrived in within hours of their departure and linked it to the stolen van. That couldn't be a coincidence. But what did it mean? With a dark grin Oliver leaned back and retrieved the hand-held taser he had lifted from one of the dead officers and let it spark in Nick's full view. "Is there anything else I should know?" he asked innocently while lowering the taser closer and closer to the man's skin.

"N-no! NO! I swear!" By the level of the man's pleading Oliver was inclined to believe him and sighed with disappointment before tossing the taser uselessly to the side.

"Really? You gave up all the information you knew that quickly? How disappointing." With a bored frown Oliver slit the man's throat and slid out of the car while letting blood pool inside. "Well, that was fun I suppose."

Letting the grim quiet settle in over the dark parking lot, Oliver listened as the natural sounds of the night began once again and calmly made his way back into the hotel and towards the room where he had left his counterpart and ex-colony. Not bothering to undress from the stolen uniform Oliver settled in beside his blond reflection. "Night-night loves~" he crooned. They would deal with this mess in the morning.