Riki sighed pushing around the empty bowl on the table waiting for the cook/maid/guard/captivator to get the clue that he was still hungry even after his fourth meal. By now he was driving them all crazy but it wasn't as though he wanted to. His appetite and sky rocketed for some strange reason and the fact that this guy Louise was such a great cook wasn't helping him curb his seemingly insatiable desire to stuff his face.
Fuck!
He was already as big as a stadium bulb and on a good night his stomach would light up like one too. At this rate even after he had delivered these sons of devils it would take a miracle to get his figure back. Riki the Dark soon to be fat housewife and mother of many, now that was rich if he didn't manage to even himself out before Katze saw him he was sure he would never hear the end of it and forget planning to live it down.
He groaned the metal spoon in his hand bending slowly as though to reflect his depression.
"Hey don't worry. I'm sure they'll find a way to save us," Rena who was next to him at the table stated with a mouth full of rice.
Unlike him she actually had her mind set on if they would be rescued but Riki knew Iason to consider the possibility of not being found if anything what he was worried about was what the ever suicidal Blondie was willing to do to save him.
The spoon sank even further.
He couldn't imagine a remake of Dana Bahn right now, not when he was like this, so very pregnant and equally as useless. Useless…yes that was the word. He wasn't even certain how he managed to get caught. He heaved a sigh, one moment he was at Luke's place and the next thing he knew he woke up in hostage mode. He really was losing his edge. And when he was certain he could at one point take the whole lot of them on freakish powers considered, he wasn't sure if making a move now would worsen the situation.
He wasn't sure what the problem was but he knew that he was the cause of it. When exactly wasn't he a pain in someone's ass? He knew Iason could hear his thoughts but he refused to acknowledge them. The spoon melted into a silver puddle on the table as a wave of guilt, sadness and anger rolled over him. Rena gasped before leaning closer in awe.
"Hades you son of a bitch where the fuck are you when your actually wanted?" Riki cursed.
That was just about the end of the line with this shit he was getting out of here now.
A kick far gentler than he perceived it to be had him grimacing deeply. Apparently not everyone was in agreement. Well curse the little Mink he made decisions on his own, why did he have to consult the unborn twerps. He huffed refusing to submit to the silent objection.
"What's wrong?" Rena question mimicking the act as Riki rubbed his stomach to sooth the mild ache that threatened to boil over into a contraction.
"Nothing, just thinking that the little devil's already got a mind of their own," Riki stated heaving to his feet with great effort ready to respond to the call of nature.
Rena laughed openly, "I could say the same I sometimes think that they're deciding when they feel it best to pop out. Can they do that though?"
He shrugged not entirely sure, but at this point he was off the opinion that anything was possible.
Two days later—
Orphe grimaced overlooking the memory extraction of one of the most recent lackeys caught. It was a swift process which was for the most par easy on the eyes. In the last few days he had managed to raid the remaining base camp occupied by Dead Beat with the total count exceeding one hundred. One interrogation after another, proved that they had raided them all and yet still no leader, neither name nor description.
By now the Elites were on toes with every new detail that either Orphe or Raoul would deliver. Jupiter was furious but even the central unit was getting anxious. But apparently it was once again for her own reasons.
Where things not going the way she had planned?
Orphe sighed not willing to pick up on that issue when he had so much to deal with. Besides since when had he been one to be so suspicious of Jupiter's activities?
He sighed blaming his suspicions on fatigue.
By the time Raoul was finished with each lackey he looked a mile worse than Orphe ever thought possible for someone who worked ninety nine percent of his time. Stripping off his gloves for a new pair he braced on the metal table after two of his assistants dragged away the last of the day's haul of lackeys.
It was at that moment when Orphe decided to join him.
"So what do the results show?" Orphe questioned willing to cling to that last thread of hope.
"The same as before. They know nothing," Raoul confirmed pinching his nose bridge.
Orphe sighed that had been the last ray of hope with its brilliance extinguished he was once again left in the dark. Leaving Raoul to his own devices he decided to was time to take drastic measures, if he had to uproot Ceres from root up he had all intentions of doing so. A covert operation was only good with the stealth force but regardless of success being a certainty he would have to reveal Riki's present predicament to them which at this point still top secret. He had trained them to be the best and the best they were, he didn't want to have to tamper with their minds after words but that was a probability they were trained for. They knew how this played out with Elites; it was always a nasty business that took the worst kind of sacrifices.
It was that afternoon only a few hours later when he had his troup the finest Amoi had to offer gearing up for the worst that his com system alerted him that he had an incoming message. According to the tracer he had installed in it the message though it didn't had a sender code I.D was located in Midas only one trip through the jump gate from here. He grimaced he didn't have time to deal with civilian crisis not when the head of the Tanguran Syndicate was at stake. But regardless of the thought he decided to have a look.
His person Com system wasn't a contact code open to the public and was reserved to only those in the Syndicate, for emergency reasons only. Thus who ever it was that was trying to reach him was highly skilled. Having talent like that running vigilante in Midas could prove to be a nuisance but for now he would have to overlook that fact.
Heaving a sigh he tapped on the holograph screen projected by the thin strip of metal, a highly advanced technology made here in Eos, on his wrist. A moment later after reading through the message saw Orphe almost suicidal dash to his hover car before the equally as deranged dash through the streets.