Not for the first time, Whi-Two had found herself weakening in that dimly lit interrogatory room.
Two months...
That was how long they'd bothered to keep her.
A luminescent bulb overhead flickered and light fell down upon the girl, sitting with her hands bound in the only chair in the room, not showing any signs of said-weakness, except that she was simply looking very hard at the ground, and her build was a lot thinner.
Presently the monotonous voice, one that had been droning out from a speaker at one of the corners of a vaulted, clear-white ceiling, started again;
"We are quite aware that our suspect Natural's disappearance followed after his meetup with you, and so we simply cannot acquiesce to your denials of having made any unlawful plans beforehand."
A pause.
"You've been found in possession of this chip, which contains all the data about past crimes that have concerned Unova in these two years, the ones that were caused by plasma... Quite a rare artifact, I should say, and suggestive..."
"That the lead in the act should give that Intel to Miss Rosa Levy, former Team Plasma grunt, without informing her the reason for which it was done."
The shadow that fell over the floor was enough to keep the girl's attention fixed for some time, but now she shivered and faced the camera.
"Lord N planned nothing of the sort. He wouldn't." There was just a faint hopeful glint of crystalline blue in her eyes, always the same, these two months, "And it isn't just because he knew he was being watched."
"Denials will not be of any use, " the static voice cut her off curtly, "Our malefactor has done worse things in the past." Which Whi-Two did not believe.
"I'm sure you are aware of the coincidental accidents that have occurred as of late?" Silence, in answer to this, and the gentleman's voice started again, and each word pronounced made the girl all the more miserable, "It is a well known fact that arsenic, if dealt with technique, produces the effect of a 'natural death'. Forty reported deaths, one with a Colonel, and carried out in exactly the same way... "
"We can put two and two together, miss. The facts discovered after furthering the investigations, clearly proves that these murders benefit a certain group's motives, and this was clearly the doing of Team Plasma..." At this the girl felt a rather nasty sensation, similar to being doused with cold water.
It can't be.
She knew they couldn't have had any solid evidence to go with it, since they'd captured her.
But if, if they looked further, and found frightening evidence, enough to persecute Lord N...
It didn't matter what he was.
"It was me,"
Whi-Two had exclaimed without further thought, her words clashed with the resounding silence,
"It... happened in Aspertia, didn't it? And I..."
"I did it..."
In the increasing silence, her face looked more determined than ever, though now there was a certain weariness about them...
"I did what I was taught, and did it for Lord N."
'Just believe me already.'
The interrogator's voice had for a short time ceased from coming out of the speaker.
If there was ever a time when Whi-Two could give back what she owed her lord, it was then.
So there wasn't a chance she would regret that sacrifice.
"Admitting to this crime would mean you have placed yourself for prosecution. Do you really have nothing to say?"
The interrogator was surprised again by a thorough silence, the girl seemed to have made no movement.
"Alright... for the last time."
"You seem quite aware of the situation, and considering that you know N's whereabouts, you must help us find him, and in return...
" We will remain true on our end and let you go."
"What? Stop that already."
Whi-Two felt nauseous, and a burst of pain erupted at the back of her head as she struggled to make more sense of the words.
"I... won't." She finally breathed.
"As I said, Lord N, did nothing wrong."
This proclamation from the subject mildly surprised the interrogator.
Apparently the amount of drugs injected into the her veins would have rendered Whi-Two unable to lie during the whole interrogation.
But it wouldn't work, none of it, not if she knew who he was, was quite sure.
"He can't be punished in any way!"
"Don't you want your freedom? Miss Levy?"
But Whi-Two could hear no more; a blinding pain rose in her body, sending jolts down her spine,
And then her muscles convulsed, numbed, and Whi-Two wanted to repeat something but could only mutter incoherently, the high dosage of drugs had affected her in a way which it wasn't supposed to.
And then, all at once, after saying something that sounded inconceivably like a person's name, the thinner girl fully lost consciousness.
Presently, the electronic voice began booming again, this time addressing officers who were recording the interrogation in another room, in a professional yet irate manner;
"This is an emergency. Cut off all transmissions!"
Four years ago
Interpol Headquarters, Kalos
With a slow hum, and the awakening of several thin fluorescent beams of light, the mechanism in the middle of the compartment activated itself.
In the sterile room, there ensued a faint sound, that of metal bearings attaching themselves to a young-looking boy, resting right in the centre of the mechanism.
The Inspector settled himself quietly, trying to understand and getting used to the position, incase experiments like this needed to be conducted more often.
It wasn't particularly hard to hear pieces of conversation from the scientists at the other side of the room, separated from him through a glass wall, casually making observations from the display on a monitor.
But maybe it was just him.
That would make sense, since he'd heard from his superiors before that he'd had the sensitivity of a seismometer, whether or not it was true, Lack-Two thought, he planned to make use of it.
So he heard.
Several of those balding officers were making notes on the progress, one in particular, the one in charge of making the defense suit and perfecting it to its utmost efficiency, began talking animatedly to the dark man beside him.
"The lower regions of the defense suit are made of thinner material, but with Inspector Black-Two's help, we might be able to have a sense of its adaptability."
The scientist paused, as he heard the monitor beep for a second, and the heat that was being transferred through to that mechanism was duly increased.
"We need to know whether the receptors are effective enough, whether this will enable it to change structure even in severe conditions, perhaps, even in the most harsh weather."
The lights overhead blinked threateningly and burned blue once more, the Inspector prepared himself in a way which made half the people in there wonder why he hadn't yet gotten half-mad with the pain.
The pressure inside the rectangular compartment rose, then climbed mercilessly higher, Lack-Two's younger self barely panted as a new surge of heat erupted from beneath.
The head researcher from before, possibly a new, seemed to be in mild professional panic. By now this experiment would be nothing less than excruciating.
"Sir, it's already over forty degrees, do you think we should carry-"
"Rest assured, doctor, " the Head of the Department of Technological and Weaponry Advances had a smooth voice, the dark man also happened to be Lack-Two's father.
"As long as he hasn't said anything, it's okay. And it is my belief that someone newly appointed Inspector should be given a chance to prove himself, and something like this should help him prepare for his future missions outside of Kalos."
Slowly, heat encumbered upon him and made it difficult to think, yet Lack-Two had the look of someone who'd retreated deep inside of himself, and the eyes that fell upon the sternfaced father bore a nonchalancy.
He knew as well as anyone that a few burn heals and medication would make his body fit for training again.
That mattered more than a lot of things.
Because for everything Mr. Perfect did, he had a reason, but this reason was unlike any other, shaped through years of training at the Police Academy and Interpol.
The policy was also written upon the very first police badge he'd ever gotten.
To serve and to protect.
That mattered more than a lot of things.
...
Memory
Two months and a day ago, Aspertia City Trainers' School
'To sacrifice for your own.'
In the glint of the setting sun, Lord N's smile looked subservient and gentle. Without a word, Whi-Two had let go of his right hand.
'Even if it's harsh, it is really one of the only ways to have a full soul. It is important to be able to conform to anything you can, even be ready to die for your ideals," He looked at her, 'Isn't that so, Whi-Two?'
Being smiled upon by that face after so long was only bittersweet, and she could only shove her own feelings down her throat by leaning away and smiling.
'I suppose that is... Is...is that why you're going, Lord N?"
When he'd said those words, she'd immediately grown aware of their impending separation, the fact that Lord N would choose to continue acting upon their ideals in the best way possible even after Plasma's surrender...
Something suddenly came upon Whi-Two and she reluctantly stepped away, he looked surprised at her for a moment, then smiled.
"I won't be going away, I promise.'
"Really?"
This time was different, she was looking straight into his eyes.
"As much as possible."
A small sound arose from her lips, something like an exhale, her shoulders relaxed as if Whi-Two had finally been able to release something.
"Lord N..."
"I will be waiting for you, then, and-"
She looked hesitantly at his hand, then grabbed it with almost surprising force.
"In the meantime, please tell me what I should do! I want to... and I'm sure I'll be able to, continue whatever it is that you started! And I'll do my best for this goal!"
"Please..." she was interrupted shortly with an abrupt hug, the sudden warmth enough to distract Whi-Two from her current train of thoughts.
"Walk away."
She almost flinched from his whisper.
"W-what, Lord N?"
His eyes met hers, as grim and grey as the current colour of the sky.
"I just need you to act like we are walking away, in opposite directions. Can you do that, Whi-Two?"
It took her the best part of a second to answer 'yes'.
PresentNot for the first time, Whi-Two had found herself weakening in that dimly lit interrogatory room.
Two months...
That was how long they'd bothered to keep her.
A luminescent bulb overhead flickered and light fell down upon the girl, sitting with her hands bound in the only chair in the room, not showing any signs of said-weakness, except that she was simply looking very hard at the ground, and her build was a lot thinner.
Presently the monotonous voice, one that had been droning out from a speaker at one of the corners of a vaulted, clear-white ceiling, started again;
"We are quite aware that our suspect Natural's disappearance followed after his meetup with you, and so we simply cannot acquiesce to your denials of having made any unlawful plans beforehand."
A pause.
"You've been found in possession of this chip, which contains all the data about past crimes that have concerned Unova in these two years, the ones that were caused by plasma... Quite a rare artifact, I should say, and suggestive..."
"That the lead in the act should give that Intel to Miss Rosa Levy, former Team Plasma grunt, without informing her the reason for which it was done."
The shadow that fell over the floor was enough to keep the girl's attention fixed for some time, but now she shivered and faced the camera.
"Lord N planned nothing of the sort. He wouldn't." There was just a faint hopeful glint of crystalline blue in her eyes, always the same, these two months, "And it isn't just because he knew he was being watched."
"Denials will not be of any use, " the static voice cut her off curtly, "Our malefactor has done worse things in the past." (Which Whi-Two did not believe)
"I'm sure you are aware of the coincidental (accidents) that have occurred as of late?" Silence, in answer to this, and the gentleman's voice started again, and each word pronounced made the girl all the more miserable, "It is a well known fact that arsenic, if dealt with technique, produces the effect of a 'natural death'. Forty reported deaths, one with a Colonel, and carried out in exactly the same way... "
"We can put two and two together, miss. The facts discovered after furthering the investigations, clearly proves that these murders benefit a certain group's motives, and this was clearly the doing of Team Plasma..." At this the girl felt a rather nasty sensation, similar to being doused with cold water.
It can't be.
She knew they couldn't have had any solid evidence to go with it, since they'd captured her.
(But if, if they looked further, and found frightening evidence, enough to persecute Lord N...)
It didn't matter what he was.
"It was me,"
Whi-Two had exclaimed without further thought, her words clashed with the resounding silence,
"It... happened in Aspertia, didn't it? And I..."
"I did it..."
In the increasing silence, her face looked more determined than ever, though now there was a certain weariness about them...
"I did what I was taught, and did it for Lord N."
'Just believe me already.'
The interrogator's voice had for a short time ceased from coming out of the speaker.
If there was ever a time when Whi-Two could give back what she owed her lord, it was then.
So there wasn't a chance she would regret that sacrifice.
"Admitting to this crime would mean you have placed yourself for prosecution. Do you really have nothing to say?"
The interrogator was surprised again by a thorough silence, the girl seemed to have made no movement.
"Alright... for the last time."
"You seem quite aware of the situation, so if you know N's whereabouts, you must help us find him, and in return...
" We will remain true on our end and let you go."
"What? Stop that already."
Whi-Two felt nauseous, and a burst of pain erupted at the back of her head as she struggled to make more sense of the words.
"I... won't." She finally breathed.
"As I said, Lord N, did nothing wrong."
This angry proclamation from the subject mildly surprised the interrogator.
Apparently the amount of drugs injected into the her veins would have rendered Whi-Two unable to lie during the whole interrogation.
But it wouldn't work, none of it, not if she knew who he was, was quite sure.
"He can't be punished in any way!"
"Don't you want your freedom? Miss Levy?"
But Whi-Two could hear no more; a blinding pain rose in her body, sending jolts down her spine,
And then her muscles convulsed, numbed, and Whi-Two wanted to repeat something but could only mutter incoherently, the high dosage of drugs had affected her in a way which it wasn't supposed to.
And then, all at once, after saying something that sounded inconceivably like a person's name, the thinner girl fully lost consciousness.
Presently, the electronic voice began booming again, this time addressing officers who were recording the interrogation in another room, in a professional yet irate manner;
"This is an emergency. Cut off all transmissions!"
Four years ago
Interpol Headquarters, Kalos
With a slow hum, and the awakening of several thin fluorescent beams of light, the mechanism in the middle of the compartment activated itself.
In the sterile room, there ensued a faint sound, that of metal bearings attaching themselves to a young-looking boy, resting right in the centre of the mechanism.
The Inspector settled himself quietly, trying to understand and getting used to the position, incase experiments like this needed to be conducted more often.
It wasn't particularly hard to hear pieces of conversation from the scientists at the other side of the room, separated from him through a glass wall, casually making observations from the display on a monitor.
But maybe it was just him.
That would make sense, since he'd heard from his superiors before that he'd had the sensitivity of a seismometer, whether or not it was true, Lack-Two thought, he planned to make use of it.
So he heard.
Several of those balding officers were making notes on the progress, one in particular, the one in charge of making the defense suit and perfecting it to its utmost efficiency, began talking animatedly to the dark man beside him.
"The lower regions of the defense suit are made of thinner material, but with Inspector Black-Two's help, we might be able to have a sense of its adaptability."
The scientist paused, as he heard the monitor beep for a second, and the heat that was being transferred through to that mechanism was duly increased.
"We need to know whether the receptors are effective enough, whether this will enable it to change structure even in severe conditions, perhaps, even in the most harsh weather."
The lights overhead blinked threateningly and burned blue once more, the Inspector prepared himself in a way which made half the people in there wonder why he hadn't yet gotten half-mad with the pain.
The pressure inside the rectangular compartment rose, then climbed mercilessly higher, Lack-Two's younger self barely panted as a new surge of heat erupted from beneath.
The head researcher from before, possibly a new, seemed to be in mild professional panic. By now this experiment would be nothing less than excruciating.
"Sir, it's already over forty degrees, do you think we should carry-"
"Rest assured, doctor, " the Head of the Department of Technological and Weaponry Advances had a smooth voice, the dark man also happened to be Lack-Two's father.
"As long as he hasn't said anything, it's okay. And it is my belief that someone newly appointed Inspector should be given a chance to prove himself, and something like this should help him prepare for his future missions outside of Kalos."
Slowly, heat encumbered upon him and made it difficult to think, yet Lack-Two had the look of someone who'd retreated deep inside of himself, and the eyes that fell upon the sternfaced father bore a nonchalancy.
He knew as well as anyone that a few burn heals and medication would make his body fit for training again.
That mattered more than a lot of things.
Because for everything Mr. Perfect did, he had a reason, but this reason was unlike any other, shaped through years of training at the Police Academy and Interpol.
The policy was also written upon the very first police badge he'd ever gotten.
To serve and to protect.
That mattered more than a lot of things.
...
Memory
Two months and a day ago, Aspertia City Trainers' School
'To sacrifice for your own.'
In the glint of the setting sun, Lord N's smile looked subservient and gentle. Without a word, Whi-Two had let go of his right hand.
'Even if it's harsh, it is really one of the only ways to have a full soul. It is important to be able to conform to anything you can, even be ready to die for your ideals," He looked at her, 'Isn't that so, Whi-Two?'
Being smiled upon by that face after so long was only bittersweet, and she could only shove her own feelings down her throat by leaning away and smiling.
'I suppose that is... Is...is that why you're going, Lord N?"
When he'd said those words, she'd immediately grown aware of their impending separation, the fact that Lord N would choose to continue acting upon their ideals in the best way possible even after Plasma's surrender...
Something suddenly came upon Whi-Two and she reluctantly stepped away, he looked surprised at her for a moment, then smiled.
"I won't be going away, I promise.'
"Really?"
This time was different, she was looking straight into his eyes.
"As much as possible."
A small sound arose from her lips, something like an exhale, her shoulders relaxed as if Whi-Two had finally been able to release something.
"Lord N..."
"I will be waiting for you, then, and-"
She looked hesitantly at his hand, then grabbed it with almost surprising force.
"In the meantime, please tell me what I should do! I want to... and I'm sure I'll be able to, continue whatever it is that you started! And I'll do my best for this goal!"
"Please..." she was interrupted shortly with an abrupt hug, the sudden warmth enough to distract Whi-Two from her current train of thoughts.
"Walk away."
She almost flinched from his whisper.
"W-what, Lord N?"
His eyes met hers, as grim and grey as the current colour of the sky.
"I just need you to act like we are walking away, in opposite directions. Can you do that, Whi-Two?"
It took her the best part of a second to answer 'yes'.
Present
The last of Lord N's words rang more clearly in Whi-Two's mind than ever, reminding her of the one promise she'd made to him that she hadn't even been able to fulfill. These words from him were carved so deeply in her mind that they could never be gotten rid of, not even with Interpol's vast collection of drugs.
Whi-Two suddenly felt a cold floor underneath her, apart from the slight constrictions in her chest.
Wait, she'd lost consciousness, hadn't she?
"You've been asleep too long," this voice was different, human, "I can't see how they tolerated all this for the past month."
Her eyes fell open suddenly, the blurred surroundings came into view as she barely sat up, along with the shape of a familiar figure walking towards her, leaning down almost indifferently.
This wasn't what she wanted.
"Why are you here?'
It stopped, but there was certainly some time before sound came up Lack-Two's lips.
"I came here to save you," he looked away as if he couldn't even believe what he was saying, then looked back at her, suddenly turning quiet.
Something, something that Whi-Two wasn't even sure of, made tears trickle in her eyes.
"Why?" Her voice was small, croaky from lack of use.
"Why now?"
He looked at her, but didn't open his lips.
Whi-Two stood up, it was dark but she was able to see him clearly, and without knowing why, she felt another brief trickle of tears and the afterthought that she was going to have to hide them;
"Why are you acting this way to me now? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Her anger was so unexpected she even forgot to be afraid of him.
"Say something already," she said sharply, once again, and then looked sideways at the ground.
"Why-"
Her wrist had suddenly been grasped, with the same kind of brute force that could be expected from an experienced police officer.
"You reap what you sow," his glare was hard, but he slowly released her hand.
"Any life is better than handing yourself in and rotting in jail, but don't be so stupid that you can't understand even that."
"Don't treat me like an idiot," this had come out of the usually timid Whi-Two without forethought.
"Don't act like one, then."
They were suddenly interrupted by a sound, something hinted Lack-Two that the open door of their compartment would close automatically, and therefore they'd better hurry.
Just when Whi-Two had grown quiet, Lack-Two had pressed his lips and held out his hand.
Although calloused, and well-worn from past fights, his palm felt surprisingly gentle.
...
Whi-Two at first struggled, but soon got used to the fast, panicky phase in which things were going.
She may not have done any crimes but guilt was still eating her away with every step.
Due to the induced blackout, the way out of the solitary was devoid of any lighting. The passages grew wider as the way climbed further and further away from the solitary, that is, the jail wing with excessive security. For the girl, everything was a confused blur, it seemed as if it were taken from something like a movie.
But it helped that, even in this consistent maze of dark hallways, Lack-Two had maneuvered his way through quickly and easily. Though it made it constantly hard for her to keep up.
It could be easily distinguished which part the office was, the floor became a glossy marble, carpets outlined the way fancily to more departments.
'The International Police Bureau, huh?'
It was then that it occurred to Whi-Two that there weren't any interpol officers monitoring this area right now, even though she'd been put under such extensive security for the past few days.
When she worded this softly to Lack-Two, he slowed down surprisingly, but frowned at her in a way that suggested she was crazy.
"Do you even know what time it is?"
"Huh?" 'There was that pressing of the lips again...
"Just hurry up already."
And with that he turned away, jogging ahead with that same sense of alertness reverberating about him...
"There should be security guards all over the place!"
His look made her pause, and Whi-Two shrunk a little after her exclamation.
"It's just... I don't get it..."
A flick.
A circle of light lit up at exactly that moment around her, Whi-Two didn't like admitting to herself that she'd just stepped back in shock as she saw Lack-Two handle a phone that wss conjuring flashlight.
The space that was illuminated around them consisted of a part of the velvet-covered corridor, furnished handles from doors leading to offices of no-doubt recognised people, and yet even with that sudden admission of light, not a single reaction could be detected from anyone or anything around them.
Or at least not yet.
He slid the phone back into his pocket...
"What, what was that about?"
"Make sure to memorise the way clearly from here on." He said, ignoring her without the least bit difference, and with that said, he turned away same as ever.
Whi-Two, weary already from the whole building, and after having subjected another glance to it, became even more nervous and wondered whether it had any effect on Lack-Two either way.
For some reason, the slight urgency which had been entailed in Lack-Two's expression made her think that might be the case.
He took her around the end of the hallway, steering through passage after passage as if it was no big deal, that he'd been rescuing people from Interpol jail his entire life.
After an unceremonious time of dragging her hand however, Lack-Two had to stop.
"What now?"
"We can't continue like this if you move like a tortoise," he explained, much to her forbearance, and shot her a glance when she couldn't seem to keep on with the confusing assembly of glass doors.
The latter could hardly move, even though she tried her best, those sleep inducing drugs seemed to be kicking in and the ones from before gave her legs a stabbing pain.
"Any moment now," he repeated, his look suddenly furious, "this blackout will cease and cameras will activate all around the area, alerting any officers around Nimbasa that an intruder has stepped in. And of your escape."
For a miniscule moment, Whi-Two bit her lips in her effort.
"Do you want that to happen?"
For another miniscule of a moment, something liquid glinted in her eyes, but not for the reason he thought it to be.
She stopped supporting against the wall and seemed to squeeze into the place, the circulating glass door swung again behind her as she straightened again and whispered, 'no'.
...
It was only when they'd reached another intersection, one which lead to several more confusing rooms, that Whi-Two was pulled back in the midst of the running. After a brief second, Lack-Two handed her his navy blue jacket with a complacent attitude.
"Take it."
"W-why?"
"You'll need it for later."
Whi-Two hadn't been able to ask much else, however, as the lights in the room started lighting up one after the other. And then, almost as if on cue, alarms began blaring angrily from unseen places.
By now it should be clear for everyone in the vicinity to have heard the alarms and for them to understand what was going on, no matter the reason for which they hadn't understood before.
Whi-Two's eyes grew wide as she froze against the wall, those sounds continued to ripple throughout with alarming intensity..
'It was a mistake to think this would be of any use after all'.
Still, Lack-Two's voice suddenly reached her, a voice consistent.
"Hide for cover right now, there's no use for this if they see you on the visuals."
Cameras will activate all around the area, and everyone will know that an intruder has stepped in.'
She sighed, and followed him nervously as he made his way into another office, and then placed back a calendar which had fallen off from its precariously dangling position over a desk.
"I'm coming!" She exclaimed when looked at, and in a few minutes they were on the other side of the office, in that poorly lit area they were quite secure from being caught on footage.
Bu Whi-Two would gladly have paid that price rather than face her current situation, this situation of being trapped with Lack-Two in that small corner.
Her eyes met his, but he gladly remained quiet.
As the lights kept flicking around the place, Whi-Two fidgeted nervously, but saw that Lack-Two had only turned around once to detect somesuch sound of footsteps.
It did occur to her that her cheeks were very inflamed, and that one of his hands was placed as a support against her shoulder.
"Um, Lack-Two, stop... blocking me."
"Only if you want to be caught a second time."
To Whi-Two's absolute nightmare she realised that he was actually being serious, and unfortunately a number of voices arose just then, increasing both their alarm by about ten times, and all of Lack-Two's concentration was pulled over to that source.
A sliver of the view outside showed several security guards walking around one of the office cubicles, but their gaits were awkward and they carried no tasers.
The military boots strolling back and forth was enough for Lack-Two to retreat to his decision.
His hands slid off and his remark was short.
"Stay here."
'Oh hell oh hell oh hell.'
"Wait!" She half-whispered, half-cried, "what are you doing?!"
Lack-Two must have figured something out since he was already walking away, leaving the girl absolutely confused as she barely slid down against the wall.
...
The sight of the guards made Lack-Two look before him and shortly organise the details in his head.
It was his duty to protect the HQ and their top-secret intel, same as it was his duty to protect Whi-Two. And in circumspect, no doubt these two were currently related.
Dressing up half-assedly to disguise as security officers, how careless would these Plasma people have to be to think they could get away with this.
Lack-Two heard the soft tread of footsteps come closer, amplified in the more or less empty lobby, and then there was the faintest sign of a black uniform...
There were only two others in this pack, it seemed, and they must be quick seeing as they'd come careening before Lack-Two could finished his third punch.
They stopped utterly for a moment as they saw Lack-Two, and saw their limp ally on the floor.
One of them arrived first, deftly sliding over the marbled floor, and was met with a swift kick to the crotch. He vainly clutched over his knees and fell unconscious before him. The latter came up behind unawares and for a moment Lack-Two was held at gunpoint, but Lack-Two twisted his opponent's arm and turned him around. He defended against the gun with an arm, then used its butt end to slam it hard over the opponent's head.
Even though he'd trained himself to zone out any emotions during battle, Lack-Two couldn't help but vainly wonder, as he saw this apparent guard fall freely and reveal several markings reminiscent of Plasma's engraving, why the hell they would be stupid enough to be here, seeing as he himself hadn't had access to the important files... unless, unless of course, they'd come here for Whi-Two.
Lack-Two had still sensed one of the persons behind him getting up, but his reaction was too slow from the string of thoughts and suddenly the assailant had charged straightforward and knocked him against a wall, then clasped his strong and tight fingers into fists...
...
Had this been a different situation, Whi-Two would have compulsively rung up her mother, but, whatwith her mom being under strict watch in a place she didn't even know of, that matter of them having conversation could hardly be put into practice.
She tried to restrain her curiosity, she really did, but minutes had gone by and it was only a matter of time before she started fearing what would actually happen to them both, and therefore she couldn't help but look around for him.
Accountably, she'd almost gotten lost a few times before coming to the right place, but when she did get to it the sight that she met was so shocking that she could have fallen a few times more.
She'd come back to see a grappled security guard. Lack-Two met her with a completely indifferent expression, which started conveying annoyance the moment she cried and stepped back.
"I told you to stay there, didn't I?" He released him. That poor man was still groaning.
"B-but I..." Whi-Two gulped. It occured to her that she didn't exactly know what to say at this point.
This semi-sadistic guy was likely to beat up security guards for just doing their job.
Whi-Two faltered, but advanced a little and saw that two people had been tied back to back in a corner, all dressed similarly in black clothing. When she glanced back at him, her voice shakily broke into the silence.
"Who... who are they?"
His attitude relaxed as he stood up.
"You really don't know."
She shook her head mutely, and Lack-Two only responded by shaking his head at her.
It was only then that she noticed the marked wrists of those guards... the familiar engraving thrown in stark relief among those unknown faces...
Whi-Two had felt him watching her from a close enough distance, enough for her to go slightly pink under the cool gaze.
"Um... what?"
"Look behind you."
Lack-Two had held her gaze in too strong of a manner, she coincidentally felt something come up behind her and was immediately filled with alarm.
Whi-Two jumped away but did not remember having punched this unwarranted force, though her hands were actually still hurting..
The grey-coat clad man had fallen to the ground with a resounding thud, more and more guilty feelings overwhelmed Whi-Two as she saw the hem of his coat flop a little before landing on the floor.
She couldn't believe what she had just done.
But the worst nightmare still hadn't come until Lack-Two had opened his lips, with vague but distinct annoyance.
"This is why I'd told you to stay."
"Wh-"
"You just knocked off my subordinate."
Whi-Two stared, but eventually cast an apologetic glance at the body, and now the reality of it seemed to be keeping up with her.
"What are we going to do with him?!" She rubbed her temple in search of an idea, "S-Should I... help you m-move him?" Even the thought of this subordinate's weight was clearly enough for her to break into a fine sweat, but Lack-Two wasn't listening. He went forward and appeared to be fiddling with some switch in the upper corner of a wall.
Whi-Two ran over and caught his hand, her eyes were unusually bright with fear, "What are you doing?! If we don't hurry up, they might get him!... As well as us!"
His were stubbornly unconcerned as he drew away his arm, "If you feel so much pity for the old man then stay here, get arrested." She couldn't believe that he was actually walking away.
"What do I care."
"But it's not about that! It's..." But they could never find out what it was about, as midway in his walk the boy stopped, and this time they could both hear the brisk running and shouts, each sound drowning the other as if they were coming from a large party of people.
The sudden movement that Whi-Two had caught had something to do with the ceiling, and sadly, in a just few seconds... they were interrupted by a range of sprinklers.
Showers and showers of water enveloped them as she heard cries of surprise and footfalls from the distance.
Little did she know that half of their pursuers had hydroplaned against the water and fallen to the ground.
Whi-Two stopped in her way and felt the combined shrill of fire and security alarms ring their way into the distance, over the sound of spitting rain.
Bur she was no longer feeling wet.
Rain was pouring all around the office level of Interpol and yet the only thing she felt now was the thin trickle of water down her forehead, she cleared the water from her eyelids and slowly her gaze slid upto Lack-Two's.
The soft pressure upon her shoulders was the weight of the jacket he'd held over them, their shoulders were now undoubtedly close, and Lack-Two was a lot more wet but he seemed to not care, and frowned at her as if to say, 'Told you so, Whi-Two.'
The End... of this chapter
- ^-^ hiyaaa sorry for this extra long wait! Usually I would think I could think I could compensate for this by making a chapter a wee bit longer and also annoy every fic critique in this world with page-long excuses.
But, to be honest, all I want to say right now is-
Thank You Very Much for taking the time to read this~
Also, have a nice day 3