Author's Note: So … her evilness has finally updated. My sincerest apologies for the length of time it took, but I was busy. Between exams and then Syrai, my little slave driver, making me write other stuff, I struggled to find the time, but at least it's a long chapter a bit too long really … Lots of breaks though, you'll be pleased to know.
Chapter 6The light bulb flickered and then went out completely. Syl looked up in irritation. That was all she needed right now. She didn't like the dark. It gave her the creeps. It wasn't, of course, that she couldn't see in it – Manticore had taken care of that – but she just didn't like the way everything changed it's colour and definition once the lights went out. It was all too dull and weird for her liking.
Besides, the brownout would annoy the guards. That was the last the last thing she needed right now. What she needed to do was stay calm and focused and think as a solider and get herself outta here. She did not need to concede points – however small – to the enemy … but then again, the enemy couldn't see in the dark, so maybe she was the one with the advantage after all.
She glanced around her cell, checking it for the six billionth time. There had to be some kind of advantage she could use here to help her complete her current mission – i.e. escape.
The walls were of old concrete - dusty, but thick and still more than solid enough to hold her despite her transgenic abilities. The ceiling was the same. The window was heavily bared with solid iron, a little moonlight shone through into the room, but it was difficult even for Syl to see much of the view behind them. Not that she minded, she had never cared much for city landscapes anyway.
The transgenic inspected the bars of the window more closely. They were a little rusty, but still too strong for her to break without some kind of tool. No luck there then. The bars at the front of her cell were even worse, if anything. Those didn't even show signs of rust.
Finally she came back to her old friend – the door. Syl sighed. She had been over its stainless steel frame a thousand times already. Whoever designed it deserved a medal. The damn door was completely transgenic proof. Not even a gust of air could get through there without a power drill.
She sighed again. Okay, she finally admitted, maybe she had made a mistake avoiding capture quite as hard as she had. Possibly if she hadn't put that one officer into a coma … and given those other two a serious concussion … and broken limbs on those other four, she would be out there stealing a new motorbike and heading off to a different city by now, rather than stuck here in a maximum security cell staring at a damn airtight door. She hit her fist against it in frustration - it swung wide open.
Ah yeah – electromagnetic lock. No electricity – no lock. Figures.
Still, Syl paused – why no electricity? Surely there had to be some form of backup generator or something to prevent this very situation from ever occurring. Otherwise every convict in the centre would have a free ticket out of here during every brownout. What kinda idiots do they be employ in the Washington Prison Service?
Syl paused for a second. Okay, so there wasn't a backup. What was next on her list of things to worry about?
Deciding that she had better get moving if she ever wanted to get out of here, Syl hid herself in the doorframe of her cell. Carefully, she glanced along the corridor outside. It was clear. With prefect technique, she slipped across to the end of the row of cells. Clear. She spun round the corner and paused listening at the door leading into the main hall. Damn. Voices. She pulled away from the door and started to retrace her steps.
Suddenly she froze again. Footsteps in front of her. Damn! She was trapped!
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"Yes," Kitty cried as the screen in front of her went blank. Almost simultaneously the lights went out around them.
"Finally," Nick sighed as he and Raven rose from their seats by the door, "We've only been here for like two hours…"
"It was a hard system to crack," Logan retorted, rising from his seat, "Passwords and firewalls all over the place. Still – it might have gone down faster if you had been helping, rather than just sitting on your Asses, twiddling your thumbs."
"I was helping," Nick replied, "Just ask all the unconscious guards out there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to illustrate, but Logan's ordinary eyesight couldn't pick out the gesture in the dark.
"Quite a couple of them seemed to have this strange desire to come near this room," Raven chuckled, switching on a torch, "But they've all taken an unplanned vacation to dreamland right now."
"Yeah," Tobias laughed, pulling away from his own blank monitor, "Besides … mixing Nick and Raven with computers isn't helping - it's guaranteeing failure. I don't think they can even tell the Keyboard from the CPU."
Raven frowned. He was aware the statement wasn't intended seriously, but still ... he had his pride. "Keyboard's the thing with all the letters on it right? So the CPU would be what? The thing that you push around to move the pointy arrow thing?"
Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Nah, that's the mouse I think," Nick muttered, "How about the thing that puts words and stuff on all the bits of paper?"
"How about you two stick to what your good at?" Tobias replied, "Kicking ass!"
They were in the main control room of Washington Macointer Correction Centre, where Syl was being held. The time was now somewhere around three o'clock in the morning, since Kitty, Logan and Tobias had spent the last two hours trying to install a virus into the central computer system. The idea was to get the whole thing to crash, thereby switching off the water, the battery-operated security cameras and, most importantly of all, the electricity, which took care of most of the rest of the security in the building.
Still … two whole hours in a main room in a red-controlled building was however, as Kitty pointed out, a tactical problem.
The guards were monitored from this room, and so their controllers were slumped in a heap by the door, but – while that was great from the point of view of suddenly silent guards going unnoticed – the still conscious ones would get suspicious about the long radio silence from control sooner or later and then their behaviour would become harder to predict … seeing as there were probably no procedures in place for what to do if Control was taken out by a small handful of men and an unarmed woman.
The one thing they couldn't do, however, was call for backup and go to a full intruder alert, since both those actions required somebody sitting in the control room to relay the messages and alert the other guards.
As none of the X3s or Logan felt much inclined to do that, they would be facing the actions of a few stray individuals, rather than a full fighting guard force. A major improvement – Logan half-wondered why the idea had never occurred to Max. It would have saved her being chased out of buildings with a squadron of guards hot on her tail about a hundred times over.
Raven tapped him on the shoulder lightly and Logan rose quietly to his feet.
"Everyone know their position?" Kitty asked quietly, tugging at the hem of her scruffy black jumper to straighten it, "Then lets move out!"
They disappeared though the door as a unit, but the second they were in the corridor they split up. Logan and Raven steered to the left and down a flight of stairs – Kitty, Nick and Tobias headed off to the right towards the cellblocks and Syl.
Almost as soon as the light from Raven's torch had completely disappeared, Nick reached into his trouser pocket pulling out a torch, "You guys need more light?"
"Best not risk it," Kitty said quickly.
"I'm fine – just don't go asking me to see more than three feet in front of me," Tobias laughed.
Nick gave him an appreciative grin, which he struggled to make out, but when he turned back to his sister Nick's eyes were full of concern again, "You sure, Kitty-Cat? Your eyesight was damaged way worse than Tobias's."
"I'm sure,"
"You know there's no harm in just admitting you need help here, Kitsey!"
"I'm sure," Kitty snapped, "I'll just stay close to you guys. I'll be fine."
"Fine!" Nick growled back, "But you're takin' my hand then." Kitty visibly shrank back against the wall.
"He has a point there I'm afraid, Kittens," Tobias added, "If you fall behind and can't find us again … can't have you stumbling around, bumping into things…"
"Then I'll use my nose … or just feel for you …"
"Kit!"
Reluctantly Kitty placed the very tips of her fingers, nothing more, in Nick's outstretched hand. He curled his fingers up around them, pressing his thumb down to force them to stay there.
"Good girl," he whispered, stuffing the torch back in his pocket, "Now come on,"
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Raven wordlessly guided Logan back outside towards his car. It was parked outside the perimeter of the building, a little way down the street by some posh-looking housing, so that if anybody saw it they would simply think that somebody there had visitors.
That was great, but it left one major problem … getting there!
Raven paused, almost sniffing the air, as they crept through a door into the prison yard. He lifted his glasses up onto his head. His sharp eyes scanned the area once, twice and then he nodded.
"You packing?" he muttered.
"Huh?"
"Got a gun?" Raven repeated, his eyes still fixed rigidly on the yard in front of them.
"Yeah…"
"Good! They don't appear to spare guards in this place. There are two guards by the gate. Another pair by the entrance to the building over there," he indicated one the opposite side of the yard, "Two by the main entrance two our left and … and a final one patrolling. She's the closest and closing in, but I don't think she's seen us yet though."
"You can tell all that?" Logan whispered surprised. The gate alone was a good fifty meters away. Even Max struggled to see across that kind of a distance clearly.
Raven smiled, without looking at him, "I have the sharpest eyesight of my unit – and besides, wind's in the right direction – and she's having … women's trouble. Makes it easy."
"Wind's in the right direction?" a shocked Logan whispered, "You use your…?"
"Sandeman had the foresight to arm X3 with an excellent sense of smell," Raven agreed, "They dropped that for X5. Dunno why. I think it just made Lydecker nervous. Tinga and Ben could always smell what was for dinner a mile off though."
There was something about his voice as Raven said this, but before Logan could place what it was, the other man grabbed his arm and dragged him further along the wall.
"Escape and Evade. Let's try and avoid a fight if it's at all possible," he explained, "She was answering her mobile just then. Gave us a chance to move."
"I'm assuming you didn't smell that one?" Logan grunted, rubbing his smarting arm.
"Nah," Raven grinned appreciatively, "She's a lot closer now, I saw her head go down – and I have the sharpest hearing too. D-d duh duuh, duh duh dee duh duh."
Logan smiled, "The mobile network's only been back two years and that ringtone's already made a comeback."
"Tell me about it," Raven laughed.
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Nick halted and the other two froze instantly, watching him.
"What is it?" Tobias whispered.
"The part where he gets to rub his undamaged hearing in our faces," Kitty replied.
Nick ignored her, "Group of guards up ahead,"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Tobias grunted, "Let's take them out!" The two males started to advance forwards again.
"Wait!" Kitty hissed urgently, "Don't you smell that?"
It took a moment before they realised what she was on about.
"Belle Rouge," Nick whispered, "What the hell has that got do with anything?"
"It's Syl's perfume," Kitty shot back, "She must be close!"
"How the hell does she know these things?" Tobias muttered incredulously.
"Don't ask me," Nick shrugged.
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"So why did you ask about that gun earlier?" Logan muttered, shifting his position slightly.
"Huh – oh – because should it come to a fight, I just wanted to know whether I had backup from you or not. I mean I'm assuming you have no martial arts training."
"I nearly took up boxing as a kid," Logan laughed, "But it clashed with a chess championship …"
Raven smiled, "Doubt any of the guards here will stop for a match."
"Well, I'll just sit here and throw the pieces at them then."
"Bullets tend to work better,"
"Only if you fire them,"
Raven shook his head, grinning, "You sound just like my sister!"
"Kitty?"
"Who else?"
"Is that a compliment?"
"Watch it!" Raven growled, still grinning.
"So," Logan was suddenly serious again, "You think it's gonna come to a fight then?"
"Depends,"
"On what?"
"On whether you can jump this wall," Raven replied, patting the fifty-foot monstrosity behind them.
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Syl shrank back against the wall. What should she do now? Her eyes scanned the corridor for escape routes – there were none.
She bit her lip and then leapt into the air. Her arms and legs shot out and she jammed herself against the ceiling. The oldest X5 trick in the book – but still effective though.
Heart throbbing in her chest, she waited. Seconds ticked by. She shifted her position nervously, still listening to the footsteps ahead. 'Come on. Come on,' she mouthed. Her arms were beginning to feel the strain. She had never been quite as strong as her siblings. Seconds turned into minutes. She bit back a groan. Hurry up!
Finally she saw the first one turn the corner. A guy in is late fifties, with a belly big enough for her to use as a trampoline. She'd need to, if he didn't start moving his fat ass a little faster. Another one stumbled into view. Some spotty kid in his early twenties. She squirmed against the ceiling disgustedly at sight. A third guard joined his buddies. Middle-aged coloured guy with dreadlocks. An Asian male bearing a torch brought up the rear. They huddled together at the end of the shadowy corridor, near the soothing light of the torch, talking in whispered tones.
Syl's muscles were definitely feeling sore now. She wanted to scream in frustration. Was there some kind of party going on over there? Why couldn't they just quit the jabbering and pass through already?
Finally the fat one broke away from the pack and his way towards the door behind her. The kid followed him immediately. Syl pushed her body flat against the ceiling as his lanky frame passed beneath her. Subconsciously avoiding any contact between her blonde curls and his greasy mat. She could practically see the nits crawling over his scull. It wasn't pretty.
Then suddenly dreadlocks called them back. Apparently there was something amiss in a cell back there. Syl's limbs were ablaze. She couldn't stop the cry of frustration.
Fortunately for her just at that moment a female voice rang though the darkness, "We have a problem! I need backup here people!"
All four guards shot out of the room. Syl dropt to the floor in relief.
There was a startled gasp behind her. Okay, so maybe the Asian had remained behind. Her fist took care of that.
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"You aren't serious?" Logan gasped staring at the wicked razor wire topped heights above them.
"Deadly," Raven replied still keeping his eyes fixed on the yard.
"Dead is what I'm going to be if I fall from that height."
Raven smiled, "Relax. You see that bin over there?" Logan nodded, glancing at the large metal bin the transgenic indicated. It was nearly Logan's standing height and it's large round top was attached to it so that it could be swung up or down at the user's leisure. Overflowing black bin liners were scattered around it and for some reason a rather limp-looking tree stood shielding it from the view of the yard.
"Well the plan is – you climb onto that. I clamber up the tree and haul you over. If I remember correctly there's a garden on the other side, so I should be able to chuck you into some bushes or something to break your fall."
Logan stared at the transgenic as if he'd gone crazy, which wasn't a bad bet considering how far-fetched the idea sounded.
Raven shrugged, "Or we can take our chances with Madame and her cronies with their semi-automatic rifles, and should we happen to make it across the yard without being gunned down, which I severely doubt, we will almost certainly alert Syl to our presence here and get an awful lot of awkward questions asked."
Logan began to see his point.
"Okay then," he shrugged, "At least I don't have to worry about breaking my back anymore…"
"Huh?" Raven gave him an odd glance out of the corner of his eye.
"I had some guy shoot up my spinal cord two years ago. I've been paralysed from the waist down ever since."
Raven snorted heavily, "And you're walking because?"
"I wear an exoskeleton."
Raven whistled between his teeth, "You're serious?"
"Deadly," Logan replied.
The transgenic shook his dark brown locks thoughtfully. His eyes however never left the yard. "You know, any other loser would have thought you were making this up!"
"And you don't?"
"Saw them in action in Manticore. Pretty sophisticated technology. You were bloody lucky to get one."
"Tell me about it," Logan laughed.
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"How many do we make that?" Kitty asked her twin, struggling to count the unconscious guards strewn around her in the dark.
"Three from further up this corridor. Four from behind that door." Nick replied instantly.
"Seven," Kitty breathed, "This is not good. They are beginning to clump together. If they keep this up there is going to be trouble soon."
"How d' you mean," Nick asked tersely, biting his lip.
"As many large groups they are more dangerous – even without the ability to communicate with each other," Kitty explained.
"Plan's always worked before," her brother replied tensely. As it happened taking out communications systems first had been a strategy Kitty had developed when they were younger and Nick had always been highly defensive of anything connected with his twin sister. The idea that something of hers, so well tried and tested, now appeared to be failing distressed him more than he cared to admit.
"Not ideal conditions," Kitty sighed, she hated letting her brothers down just as much, "There are just too many guards. The strategy is designed to work with lower numbers of opponents spread over the whole of an area. Not what practically amounts to a private army almost living in each other's laps."
"That's what I don't get," Tobias butted in, "The sheer number of guards. With a facility this size you'd expect maybe thirty tops, but with what I've seen so far … Heck, I would be surprised if it was close to a hundred! It's absolutely fucking ridiculous!"
From what he could make out of the look on Kitty's face she seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "Just doesn't make sense for a prison," she agreed, "I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't something more …"
"Another Manticore outpost?" Nick asked bewildered.
Kitty laughed, "Nick! This place is more heavily guarded than Manticore itself ever was!" There was silence.
"Think we're gonna need more recon," Tobias finally stated.
"Think you're right," Kitty agreed.
"Hang on a minute," Nick burst in, "You guys spent two hours in their main computer system – and you didn't notice anything?"
"That's just it," Kitty sighed, "On disk, paper – even in it's structure and security this place just looks like your average top-security prison."
"Except that there are no prisoners," Tobias added, indicating the empty cells around them.
"You noticed that too, huh?" Kitty smiled warily.
"Except Syl," Nick put in.
It was as if a light bulb had just clicked on in their minds. Tobias and Kitty glanced at other, stunned, both knowing exactly what the other one was thinking.
Kitty recovered herself first, "Speaking of Syl, shouldn't we be concentrating on getting her out of here? I'm assuming you guys did notice when she headed off down the other end of this corridor?"
"About five minutes ago," Nick had learned from experience what happened to people who missed vital information on a mission with Kitty. Especially if that mission involved X5s.
"Good," Kitty smiled, "I saw a map of this facility in the Control Room. We can overtake her and ensure she leaves through the right door. There's a spot towards the back I'm pretty sure will be unguarded, even in this place."
"What did you do?" Nick muttered incredulously, "Memorise the map?"
Kitty raised her eyebrows, "Do I look like Lynx? I just took a look at possible escape routes."
"Yeah right," Nick murmured. He darted ahead of them, checking the corridor, and thereby leaving Kitty to be minded by his less well-sighted brother. Not that she needed minding.
Tobias, however, used the opportunity to hiss in Kitty's ear, "You think that …"
Kitty cut him off. "I want to have this conversation with Lynx and Leo first."
"Alright," Tobias pulled back without protest. His sister was the better tactician and besides, she out-ranked him.
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Raven clicked his tongue suddenly, tensing his body for action. The guard he'd been watching patrol the yard had finally moved away.
"Time to move out," he snapped to Logan, grabbing the other man's arm, "Let's go." He pulled him swiftly across to the bin.
"Get up. Hurry." Raven asked, folding his hands to give Logan a leg-up. Logan scrambled onto the bin, aided by the transgenic. It seemed to take forever before he was stable enough for Raven to be able to let go of him.
With the ordinary safe, the other man darted up between the wall and the tree. One foot pressing against the mossy bricks. The other pushing against the soft bark. It wasn't easy work, even with his transgenic abilities, but finally he was high enough to peer between the metal barbs. As suspected it was a garden. Plenty of bushes and … oh …
"There's a pond, which would make a soft landing. That okay?" he gasped.
Logan nodded.
"You can swim? Exo's waterproof?"
"Yes," Logan paused at the second question, "I think so, yeah …"
"Okay then," Raven reached down and gripped Logan's shirt with his fists. In one swift movement the ordinary was flying across the wire. Raven paused to check that none of the guards had noticed anything.
All clear. He bent his knees and somersaulted gracefully across himself.
He landed knee deep in the mud surrounding the pond. Before he could stop himself, he caught sight of his refection. His glasses had fallen off. His eyes were uncovered. His eyes … her eyes …
Big large brown eyes. They were staring at him. The teenage solider was standing in a circle with siblings, watching his commanding officer introduce the latest X5 charge. Just like he had brought all the other newborn X5s destined for this unit into the nursery.
Only this one wasn't just like any other X5. If you thought about it she wasn't really an X5 at all … she was a baby X3. As was evidenced by those big brown eyes staring up at him. His eyes …in that tiny face.
"So," Lydecker finished, "Volunteers to be her carer?"
Raven swallowed. Did he dare?
Lydecker's eyes had been fixed mainly on the female X3s when he called for Volunteers. It was mainly them who had charges. Taro had one too, but then, there had always been something a little off about Taro.
Then suddenly he caught sight of Kitty from the other side of the circle. 'Do it,' she mouthed at him from behind Lydecker's back.
Raven swallowed. She made it sound like a challenge. Alright then, like he was going to let his baby sister think him a coward, and besides, he took another look at those big brown eyes and knew he'd regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't.
The young solider stepped forward, "I'll be her carer, sir,"
Raven balled his fists and dug them into his stomach, screwing his eyes shut. Think of the pain. Think of anything – but don't think of her … not his poor little girl.
He bit his lip, drawing blood. Blindly he groped for the glasses. Finally he felt his fingers close upon the hard plastic. He slammed them back over his nose.
Slowly his eyes opened again, safely hidden from sight behind the opaque lenses. He felt water roll over his lids as the pressure was released. "I'm sorry, honey," he whispered, "I'm so sorry,"
But his mind didn't give him peace.
His little girl. The solider lay in his bed holding the tiny baby in his arms that first night, rather than surrendering her to her to her own cot on the other side of the nursery. His little baby. Their little baby.
He gazed at her tiny sleeping face. She was so like her mother. She had her nose. Her chin. She was beautiful. They were both beautiful. Tears ran unbitten down the young transgenic's face.
She was gone …Tiger was gone …Tiger
Even now just the name, voiced only in his memory, still ripped him apart. The name conjured images of the smile. The smile tasted of the laugh. The laugh …
They were out. Playing war-games in the forest. This was nothing new in itself. It happened regularly. When the weather was good they were out two or three times a week.
But today was different …
They could both feel it. The fire between them. It had been there for so long now. The way they noticed everything the other did …
Leo hissed an order at him and Raven saw baby Kitty catch Tiger's arm trying to refocus her sister on the mission. The training, right …
He forced himself to concentrate upon his older brother's orders. He and Tobias had to …
It didn't take long for Raven to become separated from the others. He didn't mean to …he just did. He couldn't concentrate. He had to snap out of this. He was a solider. He should be infallible.
And then he heard it.
It was the sweetest music he had ever heard. It was like gentle ringing bells in the warm summer air. Like delicious golden honey on newly baked bread. It was …it was …Tiger.
What was he supposed to be doing again?
He turned and caught sight of her beautiful tanned face. His breath caught in his throat. She laughed again. Raven thought he would die. He felt so light and dizzy.
And then before they knew what was happing, she was in his arms. Their lips touched … and then Raven knew he would die.
His hands caressed her delicate soft skin. Her gentle fingers ruffled his hair. The kiss deepened and he felt her sigh, rather than heard it, as they slowly collapsed onto the ground … together.
Raven dug his fingers into his palms. "I'm so sorry, darling," he whispered, "So sorry …"
"NO!" Raven screamed at the twelve year old, "It not true! Your lying Kitty!"
His little sister simply shook her head. She wasn't able deal with this yet herself, but she had to tell him. She couldn't not.
Her brother gripped her shoulders, shaking her, "Please Kitty! Tell me it's not true! Please!"
The little girl just hung limp in his arms, letting him manhandle her. There was nothing she could do.
Tears ran down her brother's face. "No. No. No. It's not true. Please. She can't be …" his voice was quieter now.
But Kitty had one last bombshell to impart before she could leave him in peace. "You have a little girl," she said.
He stared at her, unable to comprehend the words, "What?"
"Tiger died … Tiger died in ch…" Kitty pulled herself together, she couldn't just dump this on her brother like this, "Bringing your little girl into the world."
"What?" Raven muttered again, but she knew he didn't need a repetition. He had heard her.
"She was really excited about it, I think," the younger girl explained quietly, "But towards the end … she just wasn't strong enough anymore …"
"She's the strongest I know," Raven snapped, furious at the child for insulting his beloved.
Kitty just shook her head. "It's hard. For nine months. That's a long time."
"She not gone, Kitty," Raven repeated with conviction, "She can't be …"
Raven didn't even realise he was shaking with heavy sobs for several minutes. He had lost them … he had lost them both … Tiger and their daughter … Tinga …
Slowly the tears subsided. Raven looked up. Wiping the wetness from underneath his glasses. Tiger wouldn't want him crying for her … she'd always been so strong. He bit his lip … and then suddenly the sound of mud splashing behind him shook him out of his misery.
"There you are," a soaking wet muddy Logan cried.
When they got back to the car the other three were already there.
"You guys made it back okay then?" Raven asked tonelessly.
"Kitty excelled herself at navigation once again," Nick laughed, oblivious to his brother's listlessness, "And it's not like we haven't had tons of practice at discrete guiding for little lost X5s."
"Mind you I pity Syl her escape route, poor girl," Tobias added, "Did you have to force the poor kid through the sewers, Kit?"
"Hey! I promise the safest way out – not the nicest," Kitty shrugged as Nick, Tobias and Logan poured into car. "Hey Raven," she said more quietly, "Heard anything from Leo recently? I need to talk to him about this place…"
"Huh? No…" Raven murmured listlessly. Kitty caught his arm keeping him out of the car a second longer.
"What is it, big brother?" she asked quietly. He shrugged her off.
"Oh not again, Raven," she sighed, realising what it was.
Her brother ignored her.
"It's been nearly a year since Tinga died."
Kitty tried again, "And nearly fifteen, since Tiger…"
"Some wounds don't heal that fast, kitten," her brother snapped.
Kitty suddenly grew very still. "I know," she whispered, "Believe me, I know,"
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