Yohji leaped up from his chair. So did Ken. They rushed out into the shop. Mastermind stood there, lazing against the counter. Aya's eyes were narrowed, and Omi was wary.

"What do you want?" Ken said.

"Hey, hey, relax! I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to offer a truce, actually."

"A truce?" Yohji was suspicious. Thoughts raced through his mind. What could the German telepath possibly want?

"As I said, if you'd let me continue, Schwartz is offering a truce. You need us, actually. You see-"

"Why would we need you?" Aya spat. Schuldig twitched slightly.

"If You'd Let Me finish, you would know!"

"Fine. Go on." Omi said.

Schuldig explained Crawford's vision, and the "team up with Weiss" plan. Ken didn't know what to think. It could all be a trick, but why would Schwartz go this far? He decided to leave the decision making to Aya, who appeared in deep thought, a slight frown on his face.

"Well? What's your verdict?" Schuldig was waiting.

The members of Weiss looked at each other. In the end, they decided that it would be better to run with the enemy than risk the chance of getting mowed down in their house, if what Schuldig said was true. And if it wasn't, then they could always go back.

"We'll go with you." Aya said shortly. Schuldig clapped his hands together.

"Then we will meet you by the abandoned warehouse in two day's time. Auf wiedersehen!"

He walked out the door and was gone.

Omi sighed.

"Let's get packing, then."

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Nagi was at school when Schuldig contacted him. Great, he thought to himself, looking at the clock. He was sure he'd at least passed the bio test, which was good because it was one thing he didn't have to worry about, but they had to move again. Ever since the team-turned-slightly-insane-family had broken ties with Estet, they'd been moving from safehouse to safehouse, each member picking up an odd job whenever they settled down in a new place. They'd finally managed to stay in one place for more than three months, which was a record for them. Crawford had gotten a job at some business, Schu had started working at a nightclub downtown and was actually getting paid pretty well for it, even Farf was doing a side job as a cook. He was surprisingly good at it. Nagi sighed as he thought of his boyfriend, and then shook his head to clear it of thoughts. Schu would probably tease him to no end if he picked up on any of his thoughts. Blushing slightly, he jerked his head up as the bell rang. He gathered his books and stood up, following the mass exodus out of the classroom. It was last period, he could go home for the day. He grabbed his stuff from his locker and swung his backpack over his shoulder. Walking out the door, he glanced at the truck that stood at the school's entrance. Strange, he thought, frowning. That's never been here before.

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Walking on the street, Brad stopped dead as the vision hit without warning. People muttered and walked around him as he stood stock still in the middle of the street. Then he snapped out of it, cursed, and started sprinting in the other direction, towards Nagi's school.

Kritiker was moving faster than anticipated.

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Schuldig was hanging around at the Schwartz home.

Schuldig! Schuldig started. He'd never heard Crawford sound so close to desperation.

What?

Get Farf and Weiss, NOW. Nagi's in danger.

Nagi? Is he alright?

I can't tell you right now. Get them to somewhere safe, and fast. A hospital, preferably.

Schuldig didn't question the strange order.

Ja.

Farfarello walked into the room.

"Something wrong?" he asked, watching Schuldig strip the house of anything that might contain information of Schwartz.

"Very wrong. Get your knives and anything you want, we won't be coming back." He grabbed a suitcase as Farfarello disappeared into his room. Moments later, Farf came back out wearing his vest; his knife collection hidden in various places all over his body and his clothes in a small bag he carried. Schu gave the now-almost bare room a once-over, then nodded to Farf, and both went out of the room.

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Nagi kept walking away from the school, but there was a nagging feeling that something was wrong, that there was danger nearby. He walked faster. Suddenly, gunshots rang out. People screamed. Kids were running, panicking, adults were shouting, and Nagi was moving, putting up a telekinetic shield, dodging bullets-

They were aiming for him.

This realization hit him like a splash of cold water in his face. Kritiker. But Crawford had said-

No time to think about that now, he told himself grimly, shield deflecting another rain of bullets. People were starting to notice that no bullet was hitting him. He had to finish this now, or somebody would report it. He -

"Not so fast, kid." a low, gravely voice growled in his ear. A strong, hammy hand gripped Nagi's skinny arm hard enough that it felt like it was about to break. Nagi froze as he felt the cool sensation of a gun's muzzle pressed against his temple. There was no time to react, the gun would kill him before he could move-

There was a prickling sensation in his arm, and he recognized it vaguely- a needle. Some sort of sedative…it's working.

The shield dropped.

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accolay: Cliffie!

chibi-me:shakes head

accolay: Review! I love all my reviewers, even if they flame. I realize the first chapter is a little boring-

chibi-me: A little?

accolay: Shhhh! Yeah, so as soon as you get past that first chapter, I hope it gets better-more action!

chibi-me: Hope you like it! Tell us if you think anyone is too OOC coughCrawfordcough and we'll try our best to change it. We really wanted Schwartz to be more like a family in this one. So please review!