The plan forms.

...

"Listen, Silva, no actin ridiculous while I'm tryna explain this plan." Ajay warned as she tossed down supplies and a printed out, detailed map of the Silva Pharmaceuticals building.

"We've already been in there, Che, i know where I'm going."

"No, you don't." Ajay uncapped a marker and started tracing lines, Octavio watching intently. "First, we get in through the hatch we went through when we did that heist, it's still there somehow." She dragged her finger across a line that lead to the main building. "They updated security, we need to stay in the vents, it's a tight squeeze though to ya gonna have to leave that filter off of ya. Which means no stims." She glared at him before continuing. "Ya dads office doesn't have vent access, they must of thought of that." She scratched her head. "We leave the vents by the maintenance room, Sundays are a deep clean day so it should be clear." She pointed to the room which was labeled. "That's the office, we should be able ta sneak down the hallway and DOC can pick the lock."

"Woah, you trained him to do that?" Octavio looked over at DOC who was hovering nearby, happily buzzing.

"Sure." Ajay brushed off.

"Maybe I can modify these legs then too, huh?"

"Focus, Silva." She slammed her hand on the table to grab his attention back. He looked back at the map filled with scribbles. "Problem is, I'm not 100 percent sure this is the layout."

"What you mean, chica? Looks just like it was before! We could just wing it."

"No, we can't."

"We did it last time."

"We are not cool, Silva, stop acting like it." Ajay hissed over her shoulder at him.

Octavio bit his lip and found his face scrunched in what could have been anger. "Alright, alright, I hear ya." He threw his hands up in the air in surrender.

"We're leaving in the mornin, be ready when I come and get ya." Ajay shoved him to the side as she left.

The chica was still that upset with him? And he thought he was holding a grudge.

Ah, he didn't care. Well yeah he did but he was about to fix it. He found himself pondering this plan on his way back to his room and decided he was probably gonna end up just winging it like he said he would. And Che would yell at him and he would get the job done and she would still be mad at him. Although that's never how it went, he never actually got the job done. But this time he would.

He got halfway to his room before he was stopped by someone familiar, someone with icy blue eyes and a oddly calming voice. Someone who disliked him much like a lot of others. "Ajay says you are going to face your father."

"I'm about to take him down, amigo, just you watch!"

"I suggest you listen to her, for I will be by your side." His face was calm, confident, as if he'd been waiting to tell him.

"I thought it was just me and the chica." He contorted his face in confusion, crossing his arms towards Obi.

"She knows your recklessness better than anyone, Octavio. That's why she has me. To keep you in line." He poked his finger in Octavio's direction.

Octavio didn't hate Obi, he didn't even dislike him to be honest. He only knew that he wasn't Obi's favorite. So why did Che want him to come? For that reason? He suddenly felt offended that Che had invited Obi along just to make sure Octane the big baby didn't get himself into trouble again. "Fine, just don't turn it into some dumb art thing, cause I can tell you where to put it." Octavio huffed as he marched the rest of the way to his room.

Obi? Fucking Obi. Of course Ajay would, of course she'd have an extra. Would never be like old times again would it? She just wanted her corps back. But wasn't that exactly why he was doing this?

Well, that wasn't the complete reason. He was nosy, wanted to know what was in there. And he wanted to expose Torres for everything he'd done.

With or without Obi, they would soon see the truth.

...

"Silva, up." A voice snapped at him in his sleep. His eyes shot open, awakening from the abyss of sleep. His eyes fell over Ajay who was standing next to his bed, arms crossed over her arms, annoyance scribbled across her face.

"Che? You're up before I am?" He slapped his hand on the side table in an attempt to grab his phone.

"It's 4 in the mornin, we gotta leave early, else ya pa is gonna have security to da max." She explained.

Octavio stretched out his arms and his legs, well, what was left of his legs actually. His metal appendages let out squeaks of protest as he sat up, swinging them over the edge of the bed and stumbling as he stood up too fast.

He looked quickly to his mirror and decided his shorts that were tucked between his nubs and his metallic prosthetics were good enough. He turned and rummaged through his clothes baskets, not sure which clothes were clean and which were dirty. He barely knew where half of them came from. He reached down and picked a plain black top and a green zip-up hoodie that was definitely going to stay unzipped for the entire trip.

"Alright, chica, Octanes ready to go!" He jogged in place, more than excited to go do this. And whether they liked it or not, he was going to do it his way. The way he knew best.

"Come on den." She turned and started out the door, the top of a familiar had looming from the livingroom.

Octavio grit his teeth, remembering that Obi was coming with him. What did this even mean? He had never seen Ajay and Obi talk at all. They never knew each other, they never seemed to want to know each other. So this sudden alliance that felt all too much like it was against him, confused him to no end.

He followed them out of the room and sped up to get next to Ajay. "So, Che, what's with the art guy tagging along? Your new novio?" He did it half as a joke and half out of frustration.

"No, heard ya two worked together before. Thought he might know how ta keep you in line." Ajay didn't even look at him, not a glance.

"Really, Che?"

"Stop talking and start thinking about how we're gon do this."

And here he was, being treated like a baby again, being treated like he couldn't take care of himself. He suddenly remembered why he was so mad at her, why he was so frustrated. He crossed his arms over his chest, he should be mad at her too, they weren't on good terms. They weren't even on talking terms until yesterday, why should he think they were suddenly buddy buddy?

Octavio was silent, and Obi might have taken notice to his uncharacteristic quietness but if he did, he didn't say anything.

They arrived in front of a small hover car, just big enough for the three of them, empty, nothing in the back, nothing in any of the seats. It wasn't an impressive ride but it would get them to and from the Silva building.

"Wooo, let's see how fast this baby can go!" Octavio dashed around the the drivers seat of the vehicle, hoisting himself up only to feel himself being dragged back down by the hood of his jacket.

"I will take the wheel, friend." Obi pushed him and climbed into the front seat. "I take it I will be more responsible."

"Now it's like two sticks in the mud." Octavio whined as he begrudgingly made his way to the back seat. "I don't even get shotgun?"

No one even responded to his antics as they sped off into the streets.

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