Chapter nine:
Matsuda is sitting in an interrogation like room with a few added details like a little wallpaper and wood sidings as if some kind of attempt to make it homey or at least less intimidating. He is sitting in front of a wooden table in a white cushioned chair that has a metal frame. He also has on a black device over his head like the top part is making a star that goes down to the part going around his head at forehead level which is a white band. He is looking at the table with half open eyes and at there is objects like letter cards, a few blocks and some paper with a pencil that is sharpened to the point that it doesn't have a pointy end.
"Now. Let's begin your testing." A voice over an intercom says.
"Let me go. Please." Matsuda pleads a little weakly and a tear falls down onto his lap.
"I said let's get started!" The voice snaps at this making Matsuda flinch and close his teary eyes tightly.
Matsuda opens his eyes and moves one hand up shakily from where it was gripping the metal arm rests… He tries to ignore the rattling of the chain that is attached to the cuff and with the other end attached to the chair so he's chained to the chair but can reach things on the table fine. He can't really reach anything father than what's on the table though. He stops with a hand over the table and looks up to the mirror but he's done this before and knows that it is two way mirror and the person conducting the test is on the other side.
Wanting to get this over with he concentrates on that area to try to not listen to doctors or anyone else's thoughts.
He pinpoints a woman's mind as an image flashes in his mind of a womans hand holding a card. He looks to the table and reaches over picking up the letter A card looking at it. He then holds it up trying to make sure they can see.
"Very good." The voice says. "Now put it down and let's try something else."
Matsuda follows the directions.
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"Alright." One of the two people who Amy and Mello went to talk to says. "Where to?"
"Ire…" Amy trails off as she looks to the device showing where the trackers signal is coming from.
"Amy?" Mello inquires.
"He teleported again. He's in San Francisco." Amy says looking really worried. "I think he was trying to get back. But if he wasn't tired from that first jump then he most definitely tired now. Possibly passed out." She looks up to the two people. "We must hurry. He's helpless and defenceless unconscious."
"We'll go right away." The person assures her and they are given the coordinates then they turn dashing off to try to get there in time.
Mello glances away in worry. He wants to follow them but he knows that since he escaped with Near the government will know about him so he'll just bring trouble that won't help. He wants to be here when Near gets back because he worries about how Near will be after having the stress of teleporting to the wrong places not really knowing where he is only to come back to find out that Mello's captured. He doesn't want to put Near through that so he'll have to stay here and hope that they hurry in getting Near back to safety.
Amy turns to him. "Maybe you should relax." She suggests. "It'll be a little bit before they'll get him back here."
"How?" Mello asks. "How will they get him back? He can't go on the plane." He points out.
"They'll figure out something. But the first step is finding him and make sure he is safe." Amy tells him.
"Then I want to be at the entrance for when they come back." Mello says and turns to head in that direction since the two people were already outside when they spoke to them. He pauses however. "What if he wakes up and jumps again before they get there."
"It would be a little annoying but we would understand if he teleports again. One of them has a radio that we can contact them over if it happens." Amy tells him.
"He would do it to try to come back or to escape a danger." Mello says mostly to himself.
"Yes that is true." Amy agrees. "Which is why we won't blame him if he teleports again."
Mello nods then heads off to get to the entrance that he and Near had come through when they were first brought here. He runs into Beyond on the way there and stops walking after backing off only to look to him.
"Where's Near?" Beyond asks after glancing around.
"We were doing power training and Near teleported to Ireland then to San Francisco. We sent out two people to retrieve him." Mello tells him and is about to walk past as the other frowns but Beyond speaks again.
"And where are you going?"
"To wait by the entrance for Near to come back." Mello then walks around Beyond continuing on his way to the entrance to wait there. He can feel Beyond's gaze on him as he walks away.
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The sun has started to go down but for a group of three males the day seems to be just getting started.
They are rowdy and laugh loudly as they throw their arms over each other swaying as they lean against each other laughing loudly.
"Shortcut." One says and leads the other two towards the so called shortcut.
They head down it with one of the young males falling behind the two with the one pointing out the shortcut has his arm over the others shoulders.
The one hums softly and glances to one side then the other only to turn back to facing forward. He stops freezing after a few steps after turning back to looking ahead. He spins back around in surprise to confirm what he had spotted making him just barely hold back a gasp. "Hey boss!" He calls and the other two stop only to look back at the other.
"Huh? What is it?" The one that had pointed out the shortcut asks in a curious but curt voice.
"You might want to see this." The one that had fallen behind says glancing back to what he had found.
The one that appears to be the leader sighs then releasing the other male he heads over to where the third member is. "This had better be good." He grumbles then when he is next to the other man as the one that had been previously beside the leader comes over as well out of curiosity. He looks to what the other had found only to gasp. His lips quickly curl upwards into a smirking smile. "My my. What do we have here?" He questions in a rather dangerous tone.