Epitaph Weiss Kreuz Dom-sama Adventures of Grau

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I'm disclaiming…

A/N: Okay, I think we can move on now…

An irritable silence filled the room occupied by Schwarz. Crawford was glaring at Farfarello and Scheldich. Scheldich lounged lazily rolling his eyes whenever Crawford shot him a dirty look. Farfarello played with a knife and delicately traced designs on his arm.

"You failed the mission. Are you professionals or not?" Crawford yelled.

Scheldich rolled his eyes and Farfarello licked his lips. "Weiss showed up and we were outnumbered to begin with, hardly called fair." Scheldich groaned.

"Since when do you play fair?" Crawford asked the German.

"Shut the hell up, Bradley."

Crawford glared. "You couldn't even kill the Weiss. You're really becoming pathetic, Scheldich. You know what, you talk to Takatori yourself. You and Farfarello."

"You know what, Crawford? You're an asshole. You fucking talk to Takatori." Scheldich stormed out of the room. The last time he and Farfarello had to talk to Takatori personally they had an unfriendly meeting with a golf club and Scheldich would prefer to keep it at just that one time.

Farfarello chuckled. He too could remember that day.

"What's so funny?" Crawford demanded of the Irishman.

"I hid Scheldich's cigarettes. Heh. Heh. It makes him pissy and hurts God!" Farfarello laughed. Crawford shook his head.

"Nagi, go take Farfarello to his room." The telekinetic, who had been sitting quietly, stood up and Farfarello followed. He was perpetually doomed to the task of taking care of Farfarello.

Crawford plopped down into his favorite recliner and removed his glasses. Rubbing his temples, he sighed. Weiss was on the same mission as Schwarz. The pros, as he sorted them out in his head were: either group could get he objective out of the way and then the opportunity to rid themselves of Weiss would be made even easier. The cons, well, meetings like these, where Grau escapes and Weiss gets away freely, again. This was going to cause Crawford some very painful migraines.

"We were beat by girls! Again!" Ken whined.

"Still sore, I take it? Losen up, Ken. They were pretty hot." Yohji said.

"Oh, shut up!" he heard from all three other Weiss.

"They're still the objective, Yohji. Don't be getting smitten over them." Omi said, as he clicked away at the computer.

"Omi, have you found where they're hiding out at, yet?" Aya asked.

"Well, the tracking system I slipped onto their truck shows it moving across the ocean." Omi said.

"Maybe since their target was cleared they headed home. Job well done. Right?" Yohji said.

Dom sat at her computer. Alex was giggling. "Where should we go to next?" Dom asked her companion.

"Where do want to go, Seymour?" Alex asked her rather large dog sitting in her lap. Seymour barked and Alex giggled. "Oh, yes, Seymour. Seymour says France, to get some French Fries."

Dom chuckled and drug the mouse across the screen.

"Now their in France!" Omi said unbelievably.

The girls giggled as they knew that they were confusing the hell out of whomever was trying to track them. One of Dom and Alex's favorite games was 'Retrack the tracker and go to France!'

You just can't put a tracking device on a girl who loves her truck more than most of her other possessions. It just doesn't work that way.

Tom entered the room without so much as a knock. The girls glared at him and he shrugged it off like he always does. "Did you lose them?" he asked.

"Duh." Dom and Alex said simultaneously.

"They think we just arrived in France." Dom added.

"Do you know who it was tracking us?"

"No. There's no inscripted code to the tracker's comp." Alex said.

"I see." Tom nodded. "I guess that's all we find from that. I'll contact Kohlson. Perhaps he knows something. The sooner we're done here, the sooner we go back to L. A." With that said he left the room. He never liked to spend too much time around the two girls who would gang up to slit your throat if you just pissed one of them off.

There was a moment of silence before Dom said, "That should throw them off until we can find out who they are."

A/N: I'm working on the flowing of POVs. I was reading one of the novel writing magazines my dad gave me…Mmm…incense, makes you sleepy…so does yoga…Is yoga supposed to make you sleepy?