Six check his gun for ammo. A full magazine. "Come out with your hands in the air." He called around in the fog. The Hearts were already tracking his cell signal. They would come to put this man in the visitor's center sometime soon. First, Six would have to catch him. This mission isn't over.
The hooded figure backed down the alley. Six was around the corner in a second.
He had a plan. This man presumably was the one who broke into his office, house, and sent all the little tokens of appreciation. He would have observed Six's regular tactics. So he used a new one. He jumped off a wall propelling himself upwards. After that, it was all reliant on the identity of his stalker. He surged forward hoping to avoid being seen running across air. When running away, people rarely ever looked up. That didn't mean passer-by's didn't.
His target entered his range of vision a few seconds later. He dropped narrowly missing the man.
"Freeze." The man's face was obscured with a ski mask. This time paired with a pair of sunglasses. Funny how there was no sun.
He bolted. Six shot. He knew the target wouldn't get hit anywhere vital. Or what he considered vital. The man stopped and turned, pulling a fluffy pink dart out of his arm.
"Game on."
He ran straight on into Six. His fist almost made contact with his face. Six dodged and sent an uppercut into the man's jaw, only to catch air. He looked around in the fog. The man was gone.
Six looked up, just in time to shift out of the way. His opponent landed with a solid thud. For a moment, they stared each other down. The man threw a punch. Six realized with a sickening reel that this was just a way to back him up. Time to reverse the odds.
Six repelled off the wall and rolled behind his opponent. The man was facing him in an instant. Using his momentum, Six leapt at him. The man just grabbed his shirt and swung him around into a wall. Six found himself pinned.
"I thought you wouldn't find me." The voice was rougher than he recalled.
"You forgot your fluffy pink darts. I wouldn't be caught dead with that. I had to return it."
"Return you did." The man took off the mask and glasses. Six bit back a bitter thought.
This was the worst case scenario that hit him yesterday morning in his office. "Kyntak."
The familiar face crinkled a little at the eyes as the edges of the mouth turned up. "I hoped you would figure it out." Six looked away.
"Who sent you?" Kyntak ran a hand over Six's chest.
"No one." I could incapacitate him now.
"Who sent you?"
"Why would I share my prize?" I could make it all go away. "Six, look at me." Six felt his heart skip a beat like in all those movies. He looked up. Kyntak pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"What?" Six asked.
Kyntak whispered into his ear, pressing Six harder against the wall. "I know all about project falcon. More than you would believe. You have no idea what it felt like seeing your face for the first time. Finding a person who was inhuman. Who had more money than God. Who was the same age as me." Six gasped. He mentally darkened the hair, light the stubble, and lightened the skin. The end result was when he looked in a mirror.
"We're…" This is…
"Identical? Don't tell me that's a turn off." Six gasped as a hand felt up his shirt.
"No… It's fine. It's fine." Kyntak pressed another kiss to his face. One on his nose.
"You're so cute. Would you let me keep you?" Six buried his face in the coarse fabric of Kyntak's old sweater. He breathed in the scent of soap and deodorant. Underneath that was a heady scent that was definitely masculine. An attractive aroma called "Kyntak".
"I think I'll be the one keeping you," he breathed. Kyntak might as well stay with him.
Kyntak chuckled, "Looks like it."
Footsteps pattered on the pavement. Six could feel Kyntak's weight on him and every second it was getting heavier. A jarring idea slammed into him.
"What was in those darts?"
Kyntak yawned, "Nothing deadly." The footsteps grew closer and he could make out the figures in the fog.
"Stay with me."
Kyntak rolled his eyes. "Would you believe that all this started because I decided to observe you? Then I got this huge crush on you that day in the café."
"That crush was mutual." Kyntak grinned deliriously. Six held him tighter.
"Six?" Two appeared out of the mist.
Six adjusted Kyntak's weight. "I took care of him." Kyntak snored softly in his ear.
"I'll say." One appeared behind Two. Clearly she saw the whole thing, if the flush in her cheeks was anything to go on. "I believe we'll be taking him to your house rather than the visitor's center?"
"Yes. Do you mind cleaning up?" Six started dragging Kyntak's limp body to his car.
One picked up one of the pink darts and turned to ask about it. Seeing the two figures leaving, she held her tongue.
"I could always ask him tomorrow."
Again. I was trapped on a boat.
My sister asked me to get a special second done. See the heavier section next.