Look I'm still alive! You were beginning to have doubts huh? Sorry it took so long, I've been really busy for a really long time. Just finding enough time to sleep has been difficult. Damn evil school! I could be doing something productive but nooo they want me to learn! Well here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it!
Schwarz does not belong to me. (Sniffle) It's so sad.
Nagi stared indifferently at the only lit monitor in the room, his finger tapping rhythmically on the button which changed the security camera channel. Each camera for their wing was off now, so the monitor showed black. Only one camera was still on and that was the one closest to where his team was standing. Normally this would defeat the entire point of turning off all the other cameras, but Nagi had made sure that it wasn't recording, so there was no hurt in watching his teammate's activities. The teenager rolled his eyes as he noted the grin on Schuldig's face before he entered the classroom. Nagi had been with Schwarz long enough to know the redhead grinning like that meant he was about to get theatrical with his victims.
"Just hurry up and get it over with Schuldig, I don't want to be here all night."
Nagi murmured. He then turned his eyes on the young woman in the group's company, watching her lean against the wall near the door.
"She really shouldn't have to do this." The boy said quietly to himself. He then pulled his gaze away from the girl's forlorn form and observed the rest of the group. The three guys were now inside the classroom, he could see their backs through the doorway.
Nagi leaned back in his chair, eyes trained half lidded on his companions forms. He was sitting this way, his fingers drumming on the armrests in boredom, when suddenly, the figures on screen exploded into motion.
Schuldig listened to the students reactions to his showy opening line. The two men's thoughts were simply wary of them, but the woman on the other hand was in a state of terror. Her mind was chaotic with fear.
The redhead reached for his weapon waiting ready in its holder under his jacket, but didn't make it in time. The Japanese man had noticed the movement and taken action. Fire came slamming up out of his hands and swarmed in a great cloud towards the Schwarz men.
(Shit!) Schuldig thought as he ducked low to the ground, with Brad and Farfarello doing the same behind him.
"Run!" The girl urged her companions and headed for a door at the opposite side of the classroom.
"Shit!" Schuldig repeated out loud all the more vehemently as he jumped up and ran through the disappearing flames. The three students had almost made it to the door by now. The redhead was vaguely aware of Farfarello jumping up and following him towards the escaping group.
The door opened and the American slipped out into a dark room, closely followed by the female. Farfarello now jumped onto a nearby desk and launched himself at the remaining Japanese male. Schuldig hurried by the Irish man who had slammed the other man to the floor and knocked him into unconsciousness. The redhead entered the dark room and just glimpsed one of the last targets as she rushed out another door which led to the hallway.
"Shit!"
Sam stood obediently next to the entrance of the classroom. She could hear the commotion taking place in the room but couldn't bring herself to investigate it. The young woman stared at the opposite wall, her fingers unconsciously pulling at the gloves Brad had insisted she where.
Suddenly the door to her right opened with a shudder. A man ran out and away from her down the hall. A moment later Brad appeared from the entrance next to her and took off down the hall after the man. Seconds after the two had disappeared around a corner, a young woman with the glow of an empath, ran from the door to the right and headed the same way Brad had gone. Sam panicked. If she went that way she was sure to run strait into Brad! Before she could reconsider it, Sam sent an emotional call out to the young woman, stressing danger.
The young woman stopped abruptly and starred at her in confusion. Sam pointed the opposite way, stressing safety as best she could through her emotions. She couldn't speak to this woman she knew; Schuldig or Farfarello would hear her. The woman in front of her hesitated for a moment. Sam tried to convey extreme urgency as best she could. With a nod the woman passed the female Schwarz member and ran down towards the stairs Sam and the guys had climbed not long before.
The exchange between the two women had taken only a few seconds, and moments after the female had passed the place Sam stood, Schuldig flew through the door to the right and paused in front of Sam. Sam recoiled slightly into the wall, suddenly frightened of the telepaths expression. The redhead watched the woman disappear down the stairs, then turned to stare at Sam.
He shook in barely controlled anger. Schuldig had heard the unconscious thoughts that had slipped into Sam's emotional exchange with the other woman. What was the bitch trying to do, get them all caught!
Schuldig's hand raised fast to backhand her.
Sam clenched her fist, she knew she wouldn't be in time to counter the mans blow, so she closed her eyes readying for pain.
Schuldig saw the young woman's large eyes lock momentarily with his own before they slid shut. Something shuddered inside the redhead. It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach, and took the anger out of his entire arm. The telepaths hand paused in midair.
Sam opened her eyes slowly and stared at the redhead in bewilderment.
Schuldig swallowed the sudden knot in his throat, and swiftly grabbed the girls chin.
"Go to the cars, we'll discuss this later." He hissed, still seething, yet now strangely disturbed as well. The redhead then released her and ran for the stairs.
Nagi finally sat back from were he had been leaning forward on the security control panel. He stared at the lone female figure in the hallway.
"Well that was certainly interesting." The youth mumbled.
Nagi stood thoughtfully, turning off the last monitor as he did. It was about time he got down to the meeting spot.
"Bye guys, keep up the good work." He said sarcastically, stepping over the two unconscious security guards on the floor.
Sam stared dismally out the window of Schuldig's car, watching the street lights flicker by in the darkness. The assignment was over, and all three of the targets had been successfully recovered. Schwarz had now split up; Brad and Nagi had taken the hostages to a designated drop off point, while Schuldig was driving Sam and Farfarello back home.
Sam pulled her shoes and coat off as she entered the apartment, then walked towards her room, having every intention of simply falling into bed and not moving till noon the next day. She reached her door, but before the girl could enter she was suddenly grabbed and spun around.
Irritated and exhausted Sam glared at the redhead staring down at her.
"We have something we need to discuss." The redhead informed her in an infuriatingly civil tone.
"It can wait till I've slept for a good 10 hours." Sam replied, not quite so civilly.
"No it can't." Schuldig's response was more a warning then a statement.
"Yes it can." Sam countered, knowing she was pushing her luck.
(Schuldig.) Came a calm voice in the telepaths head. Schuldig turned to look at Farfarello, who was in front of his own door, staring at them with raised eyebrow.
(Make sure you don't lose your temper and hurt her. Your relationship is already too rocky … and weird.) The Irish man informed, then slipped into the darkness of his room without another word.
Schuldig turned back to the young woman who was staring at him defiantly, and glared silently back.
"Move it." The redhead growled and dragged her to the opposite side of the hall and through his own door. Once inside, he shut the door, released Sam's arm and leaned against the door, barricading them in.
Sam stood in the center of the room now, her arms crossed, largely in annoyance and a little self protection. She'd never seen Schuldig so serious for so long, this was almost worse then when he was grinning all the time.
"What exactly were you thinking?" Schuldig asked suddenly, walking away from the door and closer to Sam.
Sam stepped back a bit.
"What?" She asked, slightly confused.
Schuldig came a few steps nearer.
"What were you thinking when you let that girl go?"
Sam stared for a moment then shrugged looking away from the man, unwilling to talk. The telepath stared in annoyance and stepped closer as he spoke.
"Yah I supposed it must have been something close to nothing. Because if you had been using that pretty little head of yours, you would have realized you could have gotten us all caught! We lay our plans carefully, and when you go screwing around with them, deciding who you think should win and who shouldn't, you put us in danger! Did you think that girl would have just gone home and forgot about all this! No she would have gone to the police and been able to describe all four of us to them! Then what would we do!" Sam glared at Schuldig as he drew closer and closer to her. She in turn backing up with each step he took towards her.
"Your exaggerating. I'm not stupid Schuldig, I know the extent of your powers. You would have just waltzed into that police office and erased the entire staff's memories, then Nagi would have gotten rid of our files." Sam said, staring coldly. She backed up one more step and hit the wall.
"That may be true, but there are too many things that could go wrong with that." The redhead spoke calmly now, looking at his knuckles absently. "Besides that, what about next time? What happens the next time you interfere? How do you now you won't just completely destroy one of Brad's schedules and get one of us killed? We may be good, but we rely heavily on Brad being able to predict who will do what, what will go where, and when it all will happen. You go and throw an extra variable in there on a whim, and it might all go to hell. Is that what you're trying to do? Get us killed off?" Schuldig stared slyly at the young woman from the corner of his eye, knowing she wasn't trying anything of the sort.
Sam thought about this new information for a moment. She knew the telepath was right, she could easily get someone hurt if she did that again. She didn't like the idea of getting Schwarz hurt anymore then she did the people they were after. She'd feel guilty if she was the reason Brad, Farf or even Schuldig got killed, and if something happened to Nagi, she'd be downright heartbroken.
Sam stared at her feet, clutching her arms.
"It wasn't my fault though, I wasn't the one who messed up tonight, you can't blame it all on me." She whispered.
Schuldig grinned down at the young woman. That was as much verbal submission he could expect to get from the stubborn female.
"I know." He said simply, leaning one arm on the wall.
Sam now began slowly edging her way around the large redhead who was severely infecting her personal space.
Thoroughly enjoying being a cold hearted bastard that evening, Schuldig leaned his other arm against the wall, encasing the young woman. Sam stood with her arms still locked around herself, her head turned to the side, eyes hidden from view beneath a sheet of blue silk strands. Schuldig inclined till his lips nearly touched the girls ear.
"Be thankful I was the one who caught you tonight, and not Brad, he would not have been so forgiving." The man whispered. Then, on a whim, he burrowed his nose in the girls soft hair and inhaled deeply.
Sam tensed at the telepaths nearness and swiftly elbowed the unsuspecting man in the gut, sending him back a few steps.
"Disgusting brute." The young woman growled, glaring at Schuldig as she made her way toward the door. The redhead touched his sore stomach and grinned at Sam, watching her avoid nearing him by fallowing the wall till she hit the door frame.
"Remember what I told you little one." Schuldig purred as Sam pulled the door open.
"It's in your best interest." He finished as she slipped through into the hallway.
Nagi entered the kitchen with a yawn and headed for the refrigerator. Taking out the milk, he went to the cupboard and found the Cheerios. The boy then grabbed a bowl and spoon and entered the dining room. There, he found Brad and Sam. The clairvoyant sat reading a newspaper and sipping coffee at the table, while Sam was at the other end, nursing her own cup of coffee and staring vaguely at the table top.
Nagi took a seat next to the young woman and looked at her in curiosity as he spooned Cheerios into his mouth. She didn't seem to have noticed he was there, simply continuing to stare at the table like she wasn't really seeing it.
Halfway through his breakfast, Nagi lost to his curiosity and put his hand on the girls arm, seeking her attention. Sam jumped slightly, as if coming out of a trance, then turned toward the youth with a tired sort of surprise to her face.
"I'm sorry Nagi, how long have you been sitting there?" She asked sleepily.
"A few minutes now. Are you alright? You seem a little out of it." The boy voiced his concern. Sam smiled slightly and nodded.
"I'm fine, just a little tired is all." She answered and turned to stare at her coffee for a moment.
Nagi frowned slightly. He could tell she was tired, but why? Being tired didn't exactly explain her spacey behavior either. This wasn't even the first time he'd seen her like this, he realized, she'd been acting a little off for a few days now, ever since their last assignment.
(I wonder if she's upset over those three students. Maybe she needs something to take her mind off them.)
"Hey Sam, how about we go to the mall after I get back from school this afternoon? You were saying last week how I need new clothes. I'll buy us a late lunch while were out." Nagi stared at her hopefully. Sam looked for a moment like she was considering turning him down, but seemed to change her mind. The young woman set her chin in the heel of her hand, her eyes losing their troubled look. She smiled at the boy slightly.
"You really do need some new clothes; you look like a little dweeb in those school uniforms."
Nagi made a face at the young woman, at which Sam just laughed.
"Alright, you're on." She told him and took a sip of her coffee.
"But your not paying for all of lunch." She finished.
(She's right; he does look like a dweeb in those uniforms.) Brad finished his coffee, and continued to peer half interested over the edge of his paper towards his two teammates. The clairvoyant hadn't realized the two had become so comfortable around each other. It was amazing how much he missed while he was in his office.
Brad turned back to the paper, aware as Nagi left to catch his bus and Sam finished her coffee.
"You want me to take that?" Brad looked up at Sam's sudden question.
She was standing now, pointing at his empty cup. Brad handed the cup over without a word.
"Your welcome." The young woman murmured in casual sarcasm as she headed towards the kitchen.
The clairvoyant raised an eyebrow at her retreating form, then set down the newspaper. He stood and stretched slightly, then headed around towards the kitchen door. Leaning against the frame, Brad waited as Sam cleaned out the two cups and put them in the dishwasher. He watched her dry her hands and turn away from the sink. Strangely enough she didn't seem to notice him, she was staring at the floor as she moved and didn't see him till she almost ran into him. Sam then halted abruptly and met his eyes.
Brad pushed the glasses back up his nose and stared back.
"Are you alright?" He asked her casually, not particularly concerned. (Nagi's right, she is out of it today.) He thought.
The woman gave him a "what's it to you" look, but answered.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good, I have some work for you today." The man said, then headed towards his study, knowing the young woman would follow.
After handing Sam a pile of mail and other work to sort through, Brad settled behind his desk. The young woman made herself comfy in her favorite spot at the end of the couch. In this way, the two teammates worked together without a word passing between them for some time.
Around ten o'clock Brad emerged from his work to realize Farfarello and Schuldig should have been woken up by now.
Sam walked down the hall towards the rooms of the two sleeping assassins. The first door she came to was Schuldig's. She stood staring at the white paint of the door, stalling for a while. Sam didn't particularly feel like dealing with the redhead this morning, she hadn't felt like it since their last real conversation, the night after the mission. After that night Sam had sort of avoided being around the grinning telepath. It wasn't that she was really afraid of him now, though he did make her uneasy and annoyed a lot. Mostly it was that he made the events of the past more weighing then they already were. She kept replaying the scenes of that night over and over in her head, and no matter how she looked at it, she felt guilty. She felt responsible for those students pain, even though she hadn't done anything. She also felt guilty for their disappearance, even though she had resolved to be part of Schwarz. Yet at the same time, she felt bad about going against Schwarz. By helping that girl she had betrayed their trust and put them in harms way. They weren't all exactly the nicest, or even sanest people, but that didn't mean she wanted them hurt. Sam didn't want anyone to get hurt, and that was the whole problem.
The young woman shook her head to clear it of conflicting thoughts then knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer from the other side so she slowly opened the door and peeked in. The room was dark and the form on the bed was still. Sam checked to see what state of undress the man was in, and could just barely see the hem of his pants, around his dimly illuminated ankle. She had once been informed by Nagi that Schuldig's sleeping attire varied depending on what state he'd been in the night before. When he was sober he normally slept in just a pair of pants. When he was drunk off his ass, he sometimes didn't even make it to his room, much less manage to change his clothes. Yet, when Schuldig was only slightly tipsy, he somehow always ended up nude. This was something Nagi unfortunately knew from his own experiences of trying to wake the redhead up, as well as the reason Brad never woke the man up himself.
Sam stepped into the room and turned the light on, hoping it would be enough to wake the redhead up, but he didn't even stir. Sam moved towards the bed at a leisurely pace, in no hurry to see Schuldig awake. Once she reached the side of his bed she could tell exactly what state the man had been in when he went to sleep; totally sloshed. He lay fully clothed, feet on his pillow, his arms cradling his head and mass of red hair, which sprawled over his arms and across the blankets in tangled streams.
Sam stood studying the fallen telepaths face, amused despite herself. The stupid bastard could look surprisingly innocent and carefree when he was asleep. She pushed that thought aside and leaned down enough to grab his shoulder, then gave it a shove.
"Schuldig wake up!" She called, rocking him back and fourth.
The redhead didn't respond in the slightest, he was out cold, and nothing she did was going to change that right now.
Sam sighed and stared at him for a few more minutes, then finally decided to move on to the next assassin and come back to this one later.
Leaving the redheads room, Sam continued down the hall to the metal plated door at its end. She typed in the security code into the pad and slid the door open.
Sam had only recently been given the "privilege" of waking their imbalanced teammate up in the morning. At first she had been sort of frightened at the prospect of being around Farfarello when he first woke up; a grumpy psycho was not a pleasant thing. But the man had surprised her, he was actually at his most docile in the morning.
Sam neared the bed in the corner of the nearly empty room, and leaned down to tap the sleeping Irishman's shoulder. Unlike the German redhead, who could sleep through Armageddon, the younger European was a very light sleeper. Farfarello woke almost the moment Sam's fingers connected with his shoulder.
The young woman watched as Farfarello opened his eye slowly then turned his head slightly in order to see her better.
"Good morning Farf." She said, trying not to smile at his sleepy stare and scruffy morning hair.
Farfarello yawned and sat up slowly.
"Morning Sam." He replied then proceeded to stretch, looking very cat like as his muscles extended, seemingly like rubber over his wiry body.
Watching him thoughtfully, Sam suddenly had an idea.
"Hey Farf, could I get your help with something?" She asked.
Farfarello directed his attention back to the young woman and stared for a moment in bemusement.
"Alright." He said after a moment and looked at her, obviously expecting instructions. Sam simply motioned for him to follow her and walked towards the door.
Farfarello pulled himself out of the blankets pooling around his waist and grabbed a discarded white shirt from the floor. Pulling it on over his head he followed quietly after Sam as she left the room and headed down the hallway.
Reaching Schuldig's door, Sam turned to look at the man standing beside her.
"We are going to wake Schuldig up." She said as if it was a very serious matter. Farfarello gave the girl another bemused look. Sam ignored it and entered the telepaths room. Walking to Schuldig's bedside she took one corner of the redheads blanket and handed it to Farfarello. Sam then grabbed the other end and looked at the Irish assassin. Farfarello was smirking knowingly now, having figured exactly what it was the girl was planning.
Sam put three fingers up and counted down silently. As the last finger lowered, the two Schwarz members gave a great pull on the blanket Schuldig rested peacefully atop. The blanket left the bed, pulling the redhead with it, and as soon as the mattress ended, gravity took over and displayed its amazing reliability. The telepath smacked into the floor.
Pulling his face off the floor, Schuldig grabbed his aching head and cursed colorfully in his native language. When he finished, the redhead looked up from where he still lay sprawled on the carpet and seemed to notice his teammate's presence for the first time.
"You!" He yelled and made as if to lunge for Sam's ankles. He then instantly seemed to regret it, clutching his head again and collapsing back onto the ground.
For a second time that morning Schuldig went off into a spree of raging German language.
Sam looked on this pitiful scene in great satisfaction then turned slightly to Farfarello.
"What exactly is he saying?" She asked curiously.
Farfarello stared, increasingly amused at his senior colleagues discomfort and answered.
"He's basically calling you a mad, cold hearted, bitch, but the exact translation is a bit too crude for me to repeat to a lady like yourself." The young man said with a grin. He then grabbed Sam swiftly by the waist and pulled her back a foot as Schuldig made another valiant dive for her ankle, his hand snapping like a rabid chihuahua.
Sam gave Farfarello an appreciative look then turned to Schuldig.
"Oh, don't get all huffy with me Schuldig. Brad told me to get you up."
"He didn't tell you to drop me on my face, did he!" The man growled angrily as he slowly levered himself into a sitting position. Sam crossed her arms and grinned.
"No, but I'm sure he would approve."
Schuldig growled deep in his throat, having no way to disprove that comment.
Sam smirked and turned away from the exceptionally annoyed redhead, heading for the door. Farfarello fallowed close at the young woman's heels, grinning back at his teammate as he went.
Meanwhile, Schuldig sat on his floor, rubbing his head, and cursing a particular female's existence.
Nagi opened the apartment door and stepped into the hallway. Discarding his coat and shoes in quick casual succession against the closet door, he moved towards the living room. There, he found Schuldig lounging on the couch with a beer, watching TV. Nagi left the living room without a word and turned down the hall. He stopped at Sam's bedroom door and knocked. When no answer came he opened the door and peeked inside. Finding it deserted, he moved on to the other likely place for the young woman to be; Brads study.
Brad as usual, called that he could come in before Nagi even knocked. Nagi opened the door and walked into the room. As he suspected she would be, Sam was there, sitting on the couch, a large pile of paperwork on her lap.
"Hi Sam." Nagi said as he neared her. The young woman looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi Nagi, seems like your back fast. I guess I lost track of the time." Sam stretched and set the pile of work aside.
"You ready to go?" She asked the boy. Nagi nodded. Sam stood and moved over to Brad's desk.
"Hey Brad, could I get a late lunch break? Nagi and I would like to head out now." The young woman leaned casually on her leader's desk as she spoke. Brads eyes left his work to stare at Sam for a long second before directing his attention back to the computer in front of him.
"You may, but I need you back here later this evening." He said calmly. Sam raised a curious eyebrow but only replied.
"Whatever you say, boss." She then put on a charming smile.
"I could use a little bit of my pay check about now though." The clairvoyant said nothing but opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope, he then handed it over to the young woman.
"Thank you Brad." She said sweetly and turned to Nagi.
"Let's go." The two teammates left the room and walked down the hall to the living room.
Schuldig craned his head around to watch his two teammates walk by.
"Where are you two going?" He asked, then emptied the remaining contents of the beer bottle into his mouth.
"Out." Sam said simply as she passed him. Schuldig stared at them silently for a moment.
"Would you like some company?" He asked finally, pleasantness oozing from his voice as if to cover up the conniving tone beneath it.
Sam stared at the redhead as if he had some sort of gross disfiguration.
"Yeah right, like I trust your company." She said sardonically. Schuldig pouted unconvincingly from his spot on the couch.
"Sammy my dear, you break my heart!" He said mournfully, voice void of any actual mourn.
At this time Farfarello entered the living room from the kitchen. He stared blankly at Schuldig's theatrical performance, then turned to look at the two near the door.
"Do you mind if I come?" He asked Sam and Nagi.
Sam smiled at him.
"It's fine with me, but is it okay with you Nagi?" The young woman turned to the younger boy.
"It doesn't bother me." Nagi shrugged.
"But we should ask Brad about it." He added, remembering the last time the three had been out together. He hadn't seen what had taken place between Brad and Schuldig afterwards, but he had heard it.
"Alright I'll go ask." Sam said and walked back towards Brads room.
"Hey Brad, could we take Farfarello with us?" The young woman asked as she entered the room.
The clairvoyant looked up from his work and stared, his expression as unreadable as a petrified book.
"Alright, but only if you take Schuldig with you too." He said finally. Sam sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"You still really think I'm going to run off? She asked in exasperation.
Brad stared at the young woman over the rim of his glasses.
"No, but if you guys leave him here he'll get board and start bugging me."
Sam smiled despite the unwanted arrangement, then sighed dramatically in an "I'm making a sacrifice for you here" sorta way.
"Fine, I'll take him with us. At least then we can bully him into driving." She added.
Brads eyes flickered in amusement. He then turned wordlessly back to his work.
Sam took this as a hint to leave, and headed back to the others.
"You can come Farf." Sam announced as she entered the living room. She looked at the redhead still on the couch, seemingly ignoring the group for a TV program.
"So can you Schuldig." She said, her tone slightly pained.
Schuldig continued to stare at the TV without a backward glance.
"Nah, I don't think I want to now, I know when I'm not wanted." Fake hurt was slicked over a devious undertone.
Sam glared slightly, knowing she was being messed with as payment for the mornings transgressions. She decided to play his game. She headed towards the couch.
"Oh I was just kidding Schuldig, we really do want you to come with us." Sam's tone was sickly sweet as she moved up behind where the telepath sat.
"I still don't think I believe you." The mind reader whined, yet Sam could almost hear the grin on his face. He obviously expected her to beg for it.
"Please come?" She asked.
"Nah."
" Pretty please?"
"No thank you, I just don't feel loved today." He held out haughtily. Sam rolled her eyes skyward and prepared to employ her last, desperate tactic.
The young woman set her fingers on the redhead's broad shoulders and slowly slide onto her knees, her hands moving downward, one unintentionally slipping down the front of his shirt. At the contact of warm skin on her palm, Sam's first instinct was to yank away, but she resisted the urge and continued down till her knees met the carpet. The young woman then hooked her chin over his shoulder and nuzzled the crook of his neck.
" Pretty please with sugar on top… Schu?" She breathed, the scent of her fellow assassin invading her senses. Part of her wanted to gag on her disgusting words mixed with his deceptively sweet smell.
Schuldig leaned into the warm press of her face against his neck and grabbed the hand under his shirt. Leading it over his chest in a circular motion, he answered.
"Oh I guess if you want me that much then …I'll come." He said lazily, a grin rivaling a mad mans splayed across his face. He released Sam's hand.
"Oh good." She murmured, then in a burst of madness brought on by extreme irritation, the young woman sealed her lips over the bottom of his ear and simultaneously raked her nails up the sensitive skin around his nipple, before quickly pulling away.
"We'll take your car then." She said with a collectedness that surprised even herself. Sam turned away from the couch, and headed for the door.
Meanwhile Farfarello and Nagi stared between the two in silent fascination.
"I wonder, when did their relationship get so sadistic?" Nagi mumbled as he watched Sam walk out the front door. Farfarello just shrugged in amusement and hurried to follow his new female idol.
Schuldig sat still on the couch, he was going to need a minute or two to "compose" himself.