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The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units carried bandit into the nearest office and another one appeared at the door with the device that would hypnotise her into telling them the required information. They laid her down on the couch and Korse stood behind her, betrayal filling his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered, stroking a strand of silken black hair from her eyes. Xavier - one of the units - began attaching her to the machine. Korse hissed and cringed when they slid the needle that was as fine a hair into her temple. She jolted slightly in her unconscious and blinked her eyes open.
"Korse...? What's happening...?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Shhh sweetheart...nothing. it's nothing..." He ran a finger lightly over her forehead. He hated himself.
"Inject the hypnotic liquid," he sighed sadly, and watched as a silvery juice filled the tube that led to her needle. Her eyes rolled and they closed. Then her lids began moving rapidly.
"Bandit. I want you to tell me where Grace is," Korse cooed.
"In the desert. Somewhere oustide of Battery city."
"Why is she there?"
"We made plans for one of us to leave to help the Music Makers when they arrived." Korse froze.
"What?" he breathed. They had plotted to help the people who would bring down the company? She wasn't the girl he had thought she was. She was committing treason. So was Grace. Clenching his fist he gritted his teeth and growled. He didn't want her to be taken away from him. But she would now. Now that The Boss would know they had commit treason.
"Where exactly is she, Bandit?" he hissed.
"We agreed one of us would head north. That's where we saw the Music Makers appearing." Suddenly the door burst open and Airi walked in.
"Well?" she asked.
"We have a direction," Korse replied, not looking her in the eye.
"...Which is...?"
"North out of the city. We just keep heading north. And...that's where the...Music Makers are."
"Grace went to help them?" Airi cursed in disgust. "When we FIND that little brat..." Korse decided not to tell Airi about Bandit being part of the plotting. But that was when Xavier stepped up. He cleared his throat.
"Uh, ma'am? The girl here. She has committed treason. They were in it together." Airi stiffened.
"Take her to the holding cells downstairs," she ordered immediately.
"No! Why not just lock her in her room? Don't put her down there! She's just a child!" Korse pleaded.
"Shut up! Back in your place. You have no say against my orders." She turned back to Xavier.
"Take her to holding cell 97b. Be back soon." She winked at Xavier and strutted out of the room. Xavier went to pick up Bandit, but Korse lashed out with his fist. The unit span around and smashed him in the nose with his own fist. Crying out in pain, Korse fell against the wall.
"Don't try and fight me. I may be lower down the ranks than you but if you try and take me on you WILL lose."
"I can have you tortured," Korse spat back. Xavier smirked.
"You think Airi would let you do that to me?" Korse grimaced. He knew that Airi paid special attention to Xavier. He had the perfect features, bleach blonde hair and startling blue eyes.
"You refer to her as M'am. You aren't good enough to call her Airi," Korse growled.
"She thinks I'm good enough," he laughed snidely.
"I don't need your idiocy, punk. How DARE you give over the girl to her? Do you think that she deserves to be thrown in an empty, stone-cold cell at her age?" Korse blinked at Bandit who was now out cold.
"She deserves it because they went behind the governments back and they used their powers to try and bring this company down. It requires punishment."
"Now see here-" Korse began but collapsed when a hand swiftly wrapped itself around his neck from behind, pulling him to the floor. Choking and unable to see his assailant, he was dragged onto a chair and tied to it.
"Please! Leave her!" he cried out when the hand around his throat was released. He fought against his bindings. He knew that if he could get her, he could hide her somewhere in the building that would keep her safe and comfortable. But unable to break free, he watched in desperation as Xavier scooped her into his arms.
"Such a pretty face..." Xavier remarked. "Such a shame it won't be breathing much longer." Korse stiffened.
"...W...what?" he asked in a strangled voice. He felt faint.
"You know what happens to people who commit treason. Or help commit it. It's still a death sentence." Xavier grinned widely. How could someone be so evil and so heartless, Korse thought to himself. Sweat began to bead it's way down his forehead.
"NO!" he yelled, struggling so hard against his bindings that the chair toppled over and he smacked his face on the floor. "Please!" Tears fell down his face. "Please no!" But Xavier just...laughed. An empty, soulless laugh. Korse broke down. He was useless. He could do nothing to help her. Xavier walked to the door.
"No..." Korse breathed in exhaustion. "...no."
The other S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units shut the door behind Xavier. They had her.