The blueprints he memorized so thoroughly come in handy now, and he uses the stolen information to creep his way to the control room. There is adrenaline running rampant in his veins as he makes more and more progress to his destination, but the thrill that comes with the usual break and enter is no longer present. This is life or death, but it's not his life that's up for the gamble.

Or is it? Sometimes it's too hard for him to separate Rogue's heart from his, to label them as two separate individuals.

He recognizes the sign above the door and gets his cards ready. The automatic blocks slide open and he's allowed access.

He's close.


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