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BLARING SILENCE suffocated him, cement and debris filling his view as he rose to his feet. Soreness engulfed his body, eyes straining to be open as sand crept into them.

Screams and sirens encumbered the silence as police cars, ambulances and fire engines amassed around the area. He trailed his gaze around, memory failing him as he searched for someone.

Limbs of corpses stuck out of rubble slightly, some disembodied and others crushed completely, a cloud of cement fogging the expanse. A girl nearby pulled an arm that jutted from beneath a large piece of a wall that balanced against some rebar that stuck into the ground.

"Mom!" the girl tugged again, desperation and panic in her voice.

"Ugh … Lara ..." her mother strained from underneath the concrete, "Lara, get help!"

"I'm not leaving you!" the girl pulled as hard as she could, her efforts seeming futile.

"You need to get help before –,"

The rebar broke in half, letting the broken wall collapse on her. Lara stepped back, her eyes barely held within their sockets as terror overwhelmed her. Her mother was gone.

"Mom …?" her voice shuddered in disbelief. She fell on her knees, eyes fixed on the motionless arm that stuck from beneath the concrete.

"Mom …" Hiro repeated, thoughts racing through his mind as it dawned to him.

What happened to her? Images filled his thoughts, screams and words forming a cacophony as he tried to recollect. There was a car crash, but no car yet their bodies were found on the freeway. He could not remember anyone saying goodbye and Tadashi did not breathe a word of it until he was six. They vanished from his life without a trace when he was three.

Hiro's brows stitched slightly, his daze clouding judgement as he turned away from the girl absentmindedly. Panic swept through the street that was now covered in the rubble of the fallen skyscraper. His mind sunk into confusion, driven from reality as pain soaked into him.

"Mom … where'd you go …?" his eyes lowered, a heavy weight seeping through him.

He stumbled, barely catching himself from falling, feet crunching against the debris laden sidewalk. Warmth filled his arm, a slight stickiness coating it and confusing his mind. He turned to it, eyes dilated dumbly upon seeing what it was, blood.

His legs gave out, falling on his knees, he panted heavily as it trickled onto the ground. Blinding light rained upon him, wind rushing as a helicopter hovered above in the night sky. Several aircraft massed the airspace, cameramen training their equipment around as they took footage of the wreckage.

GoGo turned, her hair coated with dust as she set her eyes on Hiro. A gust swept through nearby, a jet with the words 'Stark Industries' adorned on its side lowering as the metallic plates of its wings bent, curving the appendages in order to fit into a street lined with cars. Paramedics and disaster mitigation officers rushed out of the vehicle, bags of varying size in hand as they came to the aid of the survivors.

"Over 66 people have been found dead while others are still missing in what police believe to be a terrorist attack when the Satin State Plaza collapsed last night,"


"INVESTIGATIONS ARE underway, but authorities are at their wits' end as there were no signs of explosives and survivors claimed to have only heard a rumbling similar to that of an earthquake before the building collapsed," the anchorwoman continued the report, her voice quietening into the background.

The unyielding pain swam through GoGo's body, her eyes turned away to hide the distress exuding from them. Like her, everyone in the room shared her sorrow, the horror of the accident evident in their faces as they watched the TV mounted on the wall. Dr. Cello leaned against his work desk, his hand rubbing his chin as he squinted to watch the news bulletin, everything else in the lab muffling out of his mind as he focussed.

Hiro sat across from GoGo, his body wrapped with bandages like hers, with a loud ringing reverberating in his head. The pain meant nothing, shrouded by confusion as he pondered on what took his mother away from him. Seeing that woman crushed by the wall etched into his mind, guilt washing over as he felt remorse for turning away without a second thought.

"Why would somebody do this?" Honey Lemon's eyes fixed on the screen, tears nearly brimming in them as her heart bled for the people who lost their loved ones.

"It could've been an earthquake." A frown crossed Dr. Cello's face.

"An earthquake covering an area less than a block? Unless we've got a giant mole infestation in the city, it's gotta be something else." Dash sat back.

"Yeah, it's most likely a bomb." Wasabi leaned forward from the sofa.

"How? The cops already determined that there weren't any explosives onsite." GoGo raised her brow.

"Maybe it's some kinda advanced tech." Wasabi shrugged.

"Or some monster or something." Fred's voice came out hoarsely, "I'd refer to a comic, but I already know this isn't the place for it."

"It's probably –," A knock interrupted Dr. Cello, "Come in."

The door swung open, the clicking of stilettos against the white floor drawing their attention. An African-American woman entered the room, her curly brunette hair brushing against a black jacket that covered over a white shirt and dark skirt. She approached Dr. Cello, a tablet pressed against her breast and a flash drive held in hand.

"Hey, here's the data you wanted." She moved up to Dr. Cello, handing the flash drive over to him.

"Thanks." Dr. Cello received the drive, pocketing it absentmindedly.

A smile plastered her face, eyes clasped in glee as her mind overlooked the occupants of the room. With a swift, somewhat playful turn, the others entered her view, deadening her smile as curiosity exuded in her expression. Moving forward, her gaze fixed on Hiro, the diminishing space between them making him feel uncomfortable.

"Uh, may I help you?" he raised his brow.

"Hmm … you look familiar," she hummed, her eyes narrowing in as she studied him, "Oh, you're Hiro Hamada, I've heard of you!" her hand stretched out to him, "I'm Chloe Martin, it's nice to meet you."

"Uh, yeah." He shook her hand reluctantly, his brows stitching as her behaviour confused him.

"And I take it you're the rest of the Big Hero 6, right?" Chloe stood up, her focus shifting through the room.

"Yeah, I'm Fre –,"

"I know who you are." She chuckled slightly, "It's nice to meet ya, I'm Dr. Cello's," her voice deepened sarcastically, her fingers gesturing, "'assistant'." She groaned.

"I told you, that's all you're qualified for." Dr. Cello turned to her.

"Fine." Chloe shrugged, "Well, I'd better get going." She held her tablet before her like a schoolgirl then spun back to the scientist quickly, "Oh, there's someone waiting for you in the hall, says it's important."

"Let 'em in." Dr. Cello turned to the TV.

With a nod, she took her leave, smiling brightly as she shut the door behind her. As quickly as it closed, it swung open, another African-American entering the room with a purposeful step. His neat blue 2/4 jacket swung over a black shirt, matching with trousers that were tucked into dark boots.

"Good evening, I'm Jack Franklin," he flashed an ID, "SHIELD Field Agent."

"SHIELD? Wasn't that destroyed a year ago?" Wasabi's eyes narrowed in curiosity.

"SHIELD?" Honey leaned forward, brows furrowing.

"Thought that was some kinda secret government agency or something." Dash folded his eyes, his tone filled with disbelief.

"It isn't, it's an international peacekeeping agency," Jack pocketed the card, "my visit must be as brief as possible and what's spoken in this room must not be conveyed to anyone else," his brows stitched, shooting a glare at Fred.

"What?" Fred's hands rose up, his shoulders stiffening in confusion.

"I've read your file, Fredrick Lee, you're … well, a blabbermouth if I should say." Jack's voice came crisply.

"Ha, the world knows how dumb you are." GoGo chuckled, leaning back on the chair.

"What're you doing here exactly?" Dr. Cello frowned slightly, his calm tone placed carefully to mask the anxiety of possibly getting caught.

"I'm on a mission to observe these teens." He turned to him, "My Director, Phil Coulson, feels that the Big Hero 6 can be a valuable addition to the Avengers Program as its San Fransokyo Division should Captain America or Tony Stark accept his preposition –,"

"Wait, we're gonna be part of the Avengers!" Fred's arms shot up, his voice barely contained as it reverberating through the room.

"What did I say about keeping quiet? You never know who might be listening." Jack's voice came sharply, its urgency making Fred shudder.

"Sorry." He quickly sat down.

"Cool, we're finally joining the big leagues." A smirk crossed Dash's face.

"So it seems, if I deem you qualified." Jack's eyes lowered condescendingly, "With the merging of worlds, earth's volatility is tremendously increasing. In only a few months, we've had aliens landing in a fjord in Norway, inter-dimensional monsters attacking a new city called Karakura and now we've gotten word of a race called Sayians popping up in a new city called West Cit –,"

"There are Sayians?" Fred's voice boomed.

"In the real world?" excitement raged in Honey's eyes.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'deem us qualified'?" GoGo leaned forward, "We may be newbies, but we don't need some random guy to come and judge whether we're good at being heroes or no –,"

"With all due respect, the Avengers and SHIELD have been taking on Nazis on a daily basis compared to the playground bullies you tackle once a month." Jack frowned, "It'd be foolish to let in a bunch of nerds with third rate tech into the world's first line of defence before taking to account whether you'd be assets or liabilities. We need soldiers, not children to babysit."

"What did you say?" GoGo's teeth gritted, anger burning in her eyes.

"At least he has some past experience to fall back on in New Washington." Jack gestured to Dash, "We're still yet to see what you can bring to the table."

"Listen here, you –," Hiro interrupted GoGo.

"No, he's right. We took down Robert Callaghan, but we did it so poorly that we allowed this world merging mess to happen. We lost to Nazar and who knows if his plans actually worked or not." Hiro's voice came hoarsely, his eyes shrouded by his locks of hair, "Now a building collapsed and we could do nothing to save the people who were killed or have gone missing." He rose his head, looking Jack in the eye, "Do what you can; we have a lot to learn if we ever really wanna be heroes."

"Hiro?" GoGo turned to him, brows stitching in confusion.

She studied him closely, the look in his eyes instilling worry in her as she watched him lower his head and stare at his shoes. Whatever it was on his mind, it was a source of deep concern for her. The Hiro she knew would make a snappy comeback of some sort rather than back down immediately. What was on his mind?

"Good." Jack smiled slightly, surprised by Hiro's compliance, "How are your investigations coming, sir?" he turned to Dr. Cello, "I assume you're the one in charge of the team?"

"Well, no, I just help 'em out from time to time," The scientist smiled then turned to the TV, "but, I'm just as stumped as the cops are about this." He shrugged, "I've got nothing."

"Just as I expected." Jack straightened his jacket, "Well, it's only been a day since the incident, so I don't expect there to be much discovered so quickly. I'll return tomorrow," he headed for the door, "You have a goodnight, now."

"Wait, what if we're not meeting here tomorrow? We've still got work at Stark Industries." Wasabi rose to his feet.

"I'll know when you'll be meeting and I'll be here." Jack continued without turning to him.

"How will you know?" GoGo raised her brow.

"Goodnight." Jack waved at them dismissively, ignoring her as he left the room.

The door shut, glances spreading across the room in confusion. A frown crossed GoGo's face as she turned to Fred, a shout tugging at his lips as his eyes darted around. Sitting back, she groaned in advance as excitement grew on his face.

"We're gonna be Avengers!" Fred jumped up.

"It's locked in for me, but you guys," Dash scoffed, "you'd better stick to fighting common thugs."

"Uh, we fought Nazar." Honey flicked her hair back, folding her arms cockily.

"And lost." Dash's eyes drooped.

"Well, you lost with us." She stood her ground.

"I still got more hits in than the rest of ya." He folded his arms.

"We all got our butts handed to us and you spent most of the time in the ocean." GoGo frowned.

"Still have a better chance than the rest of you." Dash sat back.

"I think Jack's got a point on taking a rest for now." Dr. Cello turned off the TV, "We've got no evidence yet, you haven't fully recovered and you've got work tomorrow."

"Yeah," Fred stretched his arms out, "I'm beat, but we've gotta keep on our toes; now that we're Avengers, we don't know who could be watching us."

"We're not Avengers yet, Freddie." Honey stood up.

"Still, you heard what that SHIELD agent guy said, we've gotta be careful." Fred's eyes darted around excitedly.

"C'mon, Hiro." GoGo got up from her seat.

The guys took their leave, shutting the door behind them as Dr. Cello remained in the lab. He frowned, a hand stroking his chin as he replayed what had happened. Fear soaked in as he thought he had been caught by the SHIELD agent. Did he let anxiety show on his face? If so, he needed to be careful. The discovery of what he was hiding would be disastrous.


A STREETLIGHT flickered, the luminescence dimly illuminating the sidewalk. Meows echoed from an alley, the clanking of trash cans clawing at her ears as she walked. The cold bit at her, shivers crawling up her arms as she bundled them together for warmth. She quickly regretted rejecting the offer to wear his jacket as the temperatures quickly dropped.

GoGo's eyes narrowed in as she trod down the pathway, the absence of people in the street making her suspicious. Eyes peeped at her from an alley, out of her view and shrouding in the darkness. A shifting met her ears, halting her as she stopped to listen.

The silence sunk in, anxiety enveloping her as she focussed in. With no other sound coming, she continued her walk, nestling her hands in her pockets for warmth. A silhouette dove behind a car near her, its catlike movement going completely unnoticed.

Tension sung as a ringing blared in her ears, stopping her once more as she listened in. Someone was following her, she was sure of it, the sixth sense causing her to turn around to find nothing behind her. Spinning back to continue her walk, her breath hitched as a man clad in black stood before her.

"Where are they?!"

"Wooh, Fred, you scared me." She caught her breath.

"Where are they?!" his exaggeratedly hoarse voice boomed as his eyes narrowed beneath the Batman cowl and his fist clenched angrily.

"What're you –,"

"Where are they?!"

"Where's what?"

"Where are they?!"

"I don't have any –,"

"Where are they?!"

Her eyes drooped, locking with his as he glared at her, his teeth gritting as he clenched his fit tightly. With a swift boot to the groin, she walked on, leaving him crouching on the ground in pain. He struggled to turn, her feet coming to view as he fell over.

"You do know I have a girlfriend, right?" his voice strained.

"You won't have one if you keep messing with me."

"You need to be careful, someone could be watching."

"You want me to come there again?"

"Nope, no." he panicked, quickly turning away.


"I WOULD advise against doing this, Hiro." His voice came monotonously, "Straining yourself with your injury could be detrimental to your health."

"Relax, Baymax, it wasn't that bad." He wrapped the headband around his head, "I'm just gonna test it a little and work out some kinks. What could happen?"

"I believe I just stated that." He raised a puffed up finger.

"I'll be fine, Baymax." He chuckled, pressing a button on the band that came to life with a green light.

An unbalanced pile of tools wobbled upon a small disc that lay on a table before Hiro. Standing at a safe distance in Tadashi's former lab, he narrowed his eyes on the heap, envisioning it levitating into the air.

"I just need to test it out on unsteady objects. If this thing can lift light objects and unsteady objects, I can work it out to handle the weight differentials between objects in case I wanna lift different things simultaneously." He smirked, "Probably even send Fred to the moon like he wanted."

"I am sure that he was not as serious as you presume." The robot raised a plump finger, eyes fixed on his friend as he watched carefully.

"Here goes."

The stack ascended slowly into the air, swaying as the disc moved forward. Crossing off the table, it hovered over to Hiro, a smile crossing his face as his experiment seemed to succeed. Small sparks flew from the headband, the heap instantly crashing on the floor as the disc shut off.

Tossing the circlet away, he clasped his head, groaning in agony as pain rung into his ears. Baymax moved toward him slowly, his eyes fixed as he scanned him repeatedly, vital signs filling his digital interface.

"I warned you about this. There seems to be no physical signs of injury, but your neurotransmitters are rising exponentially."

Baymax's voice deadened underneath his thoughts, pain resounding as a loud sound screeched through his mind. Clasping his eyes tightly, his teeth gritted as he fought the throbbing headache. A click met his ears, the pattering of feet echoing as a person approached him.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice came.

"… yeah, ugh …" Hiro rose to his feet, massaging his temples.

"What happened here?" Allie turned, concern stitching into a frown as she eyed the tools splayed on the floor.

"I was just," his breath hitched, "just working on something." He picked up the headband, "Just hit a wall."

Placing the device on the table, he moved to pick the tools off the floor. Allie tugged at the strap of her satchel, her eyes following Hiro as he cleaned up. A turn to Baymax sent ripples up her spine, backtracking as he startled her.

"Uh, what's that?" she pointed at the robot.

"Oh, that's Baymax; he's a nurse-bot." Hiro placed the tools on the table.

"Hello." Baymax waved at her.

"Hi." Anxiety shook her voice.

"So, what brings you here?" Hiro pocketed his hands.

"I," she sighed, "I just wanted to see what you were doing," a smile grew on her face, "I heard you studied here and I came over to see ya."

"Well, here I am; what'd you wanna talk about?"

She exhaled, lips pressed together as she sifted through the options of how to bring about her question. His brown eyes pierced into hers of forest green, warmth radiating from her face as she shifted her gaze.

"I'm sorry, but," she sighed again, "I'm a lil … shy and I was just wondering if you could help me … with it."

"Help you how?" he raised his brow.

"I don't know." She took a seat, clenching her bag against her knees, "I … I've never really had many friends before and I thought you could help me make some." An impish smile adorned her.

"Help you make some?" his eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, I just … you know what, never mind." she began to stand up.

"No, I'm not telling you to stop, I just wanna understand what you're saying here." She sat back down, "What do you mean exactly?"

"I …," she tapped her thumbs together, "You seem popular and I was wondering if you could help me make friends with some of yours."

"You didn't seem that shy back at work." He folded his arms, "Plus, you already introduced yourself, so making friends shouldn't be hard at all."

"I could find some helpful information online." Baymax walked up to them.

"Don't do that." Hiro chuckled.

"Yeah, I introduced myself to your friends, but … I don't really know what to say anyway." Allie shifted uneasily.

"Well, just say stuff, I don't know," Hiro shrugged, "I mean, how'd you come to me if you're so shy?"

"It's because …," she exhaled, "You kinda seem like a brother to me."

"Good, 'cuz I'm in no mood for a love triangle or that kinda stuff."

"No, no, no, no, I don't wanna do anything like that!" her face reddened, hands flailing around worriedly.

He chuckled, the action causing her face to deepen in colour, hands clenching tightly to her bag. With averted eyes, she swept away the warmth her face radiated, calming herself as she turned back to him.

"I'm sorry; I don't wanna cause any trouble or anything." Her voice quietened.

"Nah, it's cool." He pocketed his hands.

"I see no problems with having a romantic partner with more than one person. Does the saying not go, "the more the merrier"?" Baymax turned to Hiro.

"I didn't …" Allie's face reddened, her voice trailing off as she started muttering.

"That doesn't apply to everything, Baymax." Hiro shook his head.

"So, could you help me?" a smile stretched her face.

"Sure. What problem do you have exactly?"

"Well, I don't really know what to talk about. I just go blank when talking to people and I feel left out."

"You didn't seem that way when we first met."

"It's probably because I was with you," she blushed, turning away, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like that."

"It's fine." A warm smile crossed his face as he a seat beside her, "You can feel more confident around some people; it's no big deal really."

"Yeah, but, how do I fare out on my own?"

"Just talk about things you're interested in." he sat back, "What're you interested in?"

"Well," she hummed, a finger tapping her chin, "I like videogames, badminton, art, illnesses –,"

"What?"

"No, no, I'm not morbid, but …," she laughed uneasy, "I like to study them."

"You should probably just say medicine."

"Gotcha." She nodded.

"But, illness can be a very interesting topic." Baymax lifted finger.

"Baymax, don't you have something else to do?" Hiro frowned slightly.

"Yes." Baymax started scanning him.

"Whatever," Hiro scoffed and sat back, turning to Allie, "Just talk about stuff you like; that's all there is to it. You can talk about stuff you like, stuff you know, friends, family – just roll with it. You don't really need to over think it; just be confident with yourself."

"You sure?" she cocked her neck.

"I dunno," he raked his fingers through his hair, "Never taught this, but yeah," he shrugged, "Just roll with it."

"I –,"

The door swung open then slammed shut as GoGo entered the room, a plastic with styrofoam lunch packs in hand. She turned to Allie, a frown crossing her face as she saw her. Sighing, she turned to Hiro, an impish smile sent her way.

"What's she doing here?" she placed her hand on her hip.

"Uh, nothing." He nudged Allie.

"Oh, uh, hi." She smiled at GoGo.

"Whatever," GoGo shook her head, "I got lunch; they didn't have hot wings so I got a cheeseburger." She handed Hiro a plastic.

"Yeah, I think I need to lay off 'em for a while." He received the plastic.

"So, uh, GoGo," Allie watched her as she sat down, "Are you interested in videogames?"

GoGo ignored her, unpacking the plastic and picking up a French fry. Her eyes narrowed as Hiro turned to her, his brow raised as he showed disapproval. With an angry sigh, she set down her food and turned to Allie.

"I don't know, uh … NFS … Skyrim," she sifted through her mind, "Injustice: gods Among Us?"

"Cool, I have Injustice on PS4; I've got a lot of DLC characters on it. We should play some time." Allie smiled.

"Sure." GoGo frowned slightly, genuinely interested in the game but irritated at being forced to be friendly.

"See, it wasn't so hard, now was it?" Hiro sat back.

"Yeah, I guess," Allie tapped her thumbs together.

"I'm gonna kill you." GoGo groaned.

Hiro chuckled, GoGo turning away from him as she fought a small smile that tugged at her lips, her happiness at his recovery undermined by befriending Allie. Baymax turned to her, the girl's presence bringing up a question in his memory banks, his algorithms coming to voice them out.

"GoGo, would you see a problem in partaking in a three person romantic relationship?" he turned to her.

Hiro slapped his forehead.


A SQUEAL escaped her lips, eyes clasped shut as fear sent tremors up her arm. His hand tried to move sturdily, the syringe aimed at her fidgeting wrist. She withheld a scream, her gaze averted as she braced herself.

"I can't do it!" Honey clasped her hand, turning away from Wasabi.

"Well, how're we gonna test this out if you don't wanna use the anaesthetic?" Wasabi stood up.

"Why can't you do it?" she turned to him.

"Well, I have pain… o … phobia." He shrugged.

"That's not real." Honey frowned, pouting as she still clung to her wrist.

"Well, I forgot the word for fear of needles, okay?" Wasabi placed the syringe on a table behind him.

"If you are, how're you even able to hold it? If you can hold the syringe, then you can take it, can't ya?" Honey smirked.

"I still don't wanna do it." Wasabi folded his arms.

"What're you working on?" a voice came.

A bespectacled Caucasian man approached them, his spiky raven hair brushing against a white shirt that swept over brown trousers and shoes. With a somewhat forced smile, he held out his hand out to greet Wasabi.

"Hi, I'm Max, I work in bio organics." Wasabi shook his hand, "What're you working on?"

"We're trying to use Nano-bots to administer medicines at a sub molecular level and we're trying to do our first test run." Honey got up from her seat.

"What if you have an accident of some sort? It would be a disaster if one of your bots malfunctions while inside you." Max walked over to the syringe on the table.

"Well, we thought we were ready to start the beta trials." Wasabi shrugged.

"Still isn't a smart move if you ask me." Max tapped the syringe, "Why don't I help you with it?"

"You're gonna be our test subject?" A smile adorned Honey's face.

"What? No!" Max folded his arms, "I hate needles."

"Then how come you touched the syringe? If you had the phobia –," Max interrupted her.

"I said 'hate', I'm not scared, I just hate 'em," he sulked, his voice quietening, "There's a difference."

"How're you gonna help us then?" Wasabi turned to him.

"I've made a synthetic body I wanna use for a bio-organic Iron Man suit."

"Whoa, really?" excitement dilated Wasabi's eyes.

"Cool." Honey smiled.

"Yeah, it's still a prototype, but I've got the circulatory system down already, so it'd be a viable test subject." Max smirked, "Nothing beats the real thing, but at least you can use it to work out the navigation of your bots." Max walked up to Wasabi.

"Cool, where is it?" Honey asked.

"At home, put it in my garage." Max smiled.

"Why not bring it here?" Wasabi raised his brow.

"Well, I don't want people seeing it! I don't trust these people." Max looked around the lab.

"Which people?" Wasabi folded his arms.

"All of you guys." Max frowned slightly.

"But you're gonna show us … a bunch of random people, you met, here, in the place full of people you don't trust?" Honey furrowed her brow.

"Yeah, sure." Max grinned.

"Okay …," Wasabi studied him curiously, "Lead the way."

Max nodded, taking the lead as he walked out of the lab. Locking the door behind him, Wasabi continued on. Moving through the halls, Max shot the 'I'm watching you' hand sign to Baljeet, Ferb and Phineas who came out of their office.

"I knew they could see the pimple!" Baljeet ran away, covering his face.


THE DOOR swung open, the loud music deadening the sounds around her as she entered the room. Bobbing her head to the beat, she moved across the expanse, shifting her gaze as she found that it was empty. Removing her headsets, she turned, looking around.

"Hey, Stephen? You in here?"

"Yeah." His voice came.

Rising from behind a counter, Dr. Cello rose to his feet, a bowl of noodles in hand. Raising her brow, she walked over to him, pocketing her phone as she shut off the music and draped the headsets over her neck.

"Why are you eating behind the counter?"

"I'm fixing my computer." He took a forkful.

"While eating? Won't you just mess up your computer while doing that?" she chuckled.

"Yeah, I know, I spilled some on my CPU like three times," he groaned, "I've been working all day on it."

"Then shouldn't you stop eating the noodles?"

"No, I don't wanna," he took a forkful, "It's delicious."

"Whatever," she shook her head, "I need some help with my hover board, it keeps going off balance and I keep crashing with it."

"Sure, lemme just finish with this. I've been calling Chloe to bring me some stuff to clean the computer and I keep getting her voicemail."

"Wait a minute; you've been trying to fix a computer covered in food this whole time? Why not clean it first?"

"Because I am eating delicious noodles." He enunciated.

"Wha …" she frowned, shaking her head, "Anyway, just try going to her office or something."

"I did, she hasn't been here all day and I've been calling for hours now."

"You couldn't just get the stuff on your own?"

"She knows the shop." he shrugged, "It's weird, she normally loves coming to work and she's usually the one calling me all the time."

"When'd you last call her?"

"About three hours ago. I've been calling her all day." He ate some more noodles.

"Something's wrong here." Her brows stitched, "And she hasn't answered even once?"

"No." he shook his head.

"Does she live alone? You know any of her family members or anything."

"She lives in an apartment a few blocks from my place actually."

"We need to go find out what's going on. Come with me."

"Okay."


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