Things were going along smoothly, Omi had found a fatal weakness in the
Krickter facility where they were holding Ken. Something along the lines
of the security field, but the two older members didn't understand Omi's
techno babble, and the smaller blonde couldn't figure out how to put it
into layman's terms. However, he could make up a mission plan with it that
they all could follow with reasonable ease. It was almost time.
In the Shwarz house, other preparations were being made…or rather, dictated.
" Its almost time, Nagi, you and Farfarello are going to retreat to our safe house down town when this goes into motion. I don't want you anywhere near here until I call you back." Said Crawford, gazing levelly at the two said members of his odd family. Nagi sat on the couch, with a very confused look on his face.
"Why? What about you and Schuldrich?" he asked, concerned. He looked to his companion, Farfarello, who was standing silently, leaning against the wall, his one eye blazing impassively.
"I'm staying here, as is Schuldrich. For this I would prefer him in surroundings where I can control him and not have to worry about you two."
A new voice broke into the conversation.
"Hey! Its not polite to talk about me as if I'm not here…." Schuldrich pouted. "Besides, who said you can control me, ne?" This last comment was made with a leer and a suggestive tone of voice, which of course, Crawford ignored studiously.
" As I was saying," the man said, pushing up his glasses in an unconscious gesture of annoyance, "I have the strongest shields to protect myself from him when he goes out of control. If I truly had my way about this, we wouldn't even have to do this at all, but we do. So do what I say and it will go over fine. Now, Weiss is going to make their move tonight, you two had better get going. Don't forget what's left of Farfarello's medication. I've already taken what I need from the stock pile."
Nagi opened his mouth to protest. He didn't know what was going to happen and he was worried. He may have been an antisocial boy, but he did care about his teammates. However, the look that Crawford gave him told him one thing. That he was just going to have to trust him. And trust him he shall. Thus, they left. Leaving the two older males alone with each other.
"Damn it Brad! You're being so secretive about this!" The telepath hissed, annoyed that he couldn't just go into Crawford's head and pry out what information he wanted. That was because the man did have extrodinarialy strong shields, weather this was due to being a precog, Schuldrich didn't know, but it was true that Brad wasn't boasting when he had made that statement. This, the German knew well.
Ken paced restlessly around his dark cell as far as the chains would allow, trying to keep his nervousness from destroying him completely. The soccer player had never liked the dark, its brooding depths reminding him of painful feelings, coupled with memories that he could never really remember. Something within himself told him that he should be grateful for that. Earlier, Manx had come back, telling him that his team had been briefed that he had been transferred to an another group, so he really shouldn't expect any one to come looking for him at all. But against all odds, he hopped. He hopped that some one out there would take enough pity on him and let him out…This was all to much like being a caged animal left forgotten in an abandoned zoo or circus, waiting for its people to come back. Ken held back a sniffle as he walked; banishing despair deep down so hope could shine through. Some one would come for him. Someone would.
For all groups, the night fast approached, bringing with it its promise's of success or perish in the attempt. It was as simple as that.
In the Shwarz house, other preparations were being made…or rather, dictated.
" Its almost time, Nagi, you and Farfarello are going to retreat to our safe house down town when this goes into motion. I don't want you anywhere near here until I call you back." Said Crawford, gazing levelly at the two said members of his odd family. Nagi sat on the couch, with a very confused look on his face.
"Why? What about you and Schuldrich?" he asked, concerned. He looked to his companion, Farfarello, who was standing silently, leaning against the wall, his one eye blazing impassively.
"I'm staying here, as is Schuldrich. For this I would prefer him in surroundings where I can control him and not have to worry about you two."
A new voice broke into the conversation.
"Hey! Its not polite to talk about me as if I'm not here…." Schuldrich pouted. "Besides, who said you can control me, ne?" This last comment was made with a leer and a suggestive tone of voice, which of course, Crawford ignored studiously.
" As I was saying," the man said, pushing up his glasses in an unconscious gesture of annoyance, "I have the strongest shields to protect myself from him when he goes out of control. If I truly had my way about this, we wouldn't even have to do this at all, but we do. So do what I say and it will go over fine. Now, Weiss is going to make their move tonight, you two had better get going. Don't forget what's left of Farfarello's medication. I've already taken what I need from the stock pile."
Nagi opened his mouth to protest. He didn't know what was going to happen and he was worried. He may have been an antisocial boy, but he did care about his teammates. However, the look that Crawford gave him told him one thing. That he was just going to have to trust him. And trust him he shall. Thus, they left. Leaving the two older males alone with each other.
"Damn it Brad! You're being so secretive about this!" The telepath hissed, annoyed that he couldn't just go into Crawford's head and pry out what information he wanted. That was because the man did have extrodinarialy strong shields, weather this was due to being a precog, Schuldrich didn't know, but it was true that Brad wasn't boasting when he had made that statement. This, the German knew well.
Ken paced restlessly around his dark cell as far as the chains would allow, trying to keep his nervousness from destroying him completely. The soccer player had never liked the dark, its brooding depths reminding him of painful feelings, coupled with memories that he could never really remember. Something within himself told him that he should be grateful for that. Earlier, Manx had come back, telling him that his team had been briefed that he had been transferred to an another group, so he really shouldn't expect any one to come looking for him at all. But against all odds, he hopped. He hopped that some one out there would take enough pity on him and let him out…This was all to much like being a caged animal left forgotten in an abandoned zoo or circus, waiting for its people to come back. Ken held back a sniffle as he walked; banishing despair deep down so hope could shine through. Some one would come for him. Someone would.
For all groups, the night fast approached, bringing with it its promise's of success or perish in the attempt. It was as simple as that.