A/N: Well everybody wanted to know what Graverobbers name was...It was hilarious! To tell you the truth, I don't even know it so...were all in the dark. Hope you enjoy this chapter...Even though it is insanely boring. ;P

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but some small ideas in this fanfiction.

So Shilo's spur-of-the-moment thoughts were confirmed. It wasn't too terribly hard to figure it out what with the predictability of Amber and Geneco's need for another local Repo man. Graverobber was now the man that the city feared beyond any doubt. He was the man who would come at your weakest hour and rip the still beating heart from your chest.. The night surgeon…

"Wha...what are you doing?!" Shilo managed to get out after reluctantly moving her hand away from her mouth, only for it to grasp at the necklace around her neck. The gift from her mother…Beyond the grave.

Graverobber looked from the bloody corpse that lay at his feet them to Shilo, a trembling body standing at the front of the alley. A brief look of contemplation came over his face and he knelt down before the man he killed.

"Uh kid, stay there. Just…Just look away, ok?"

Shilo obliged to let her gaze fall to the ground. Her knees were shaking with what she wasn't sure to be either the cold or all the terrible emotions that were flooding through her. Fear, shock, anger…

Looking away didn't stop the sounds that the mans flesh was making being torn up so Shilo lifted her hands to her head and cupped them over her ears. It was painfully hard to make herself look up again, but she did, and she saw Graverobber, knelt before a mangled carcass, some sort of organ being pulled out of its chest. Another moan broke through Shilo's mouth and she shook her head quickly.

"I said look away!" Graverobber shouted at her, making her turn around completely and face the street. After a minute she felt a presence behind her. Graverobber tapped her shoulder and she flipped around.

"Well shit kid. I really didn't want you to have to see that. I guess this means I have a lot to tell you…"

Shilo nodded. Her eyes were still wide and her vision was blurred with what would almost have been tears if she had to witness any more of the horrific scene that had just taken place. The body was still in the alley, lying in a puddle of blood that was slowly expanding over the concrete.

"Um…Can we g- Oh Jesus that's horrible!" Shilo was looking at what was in Graverobber's other hand. A plastic bag with 'Geneco' printed on the side, and splotches of blood around it. Inside was the lungs that Graverobber had repossessed.

"Oh…Yeah, that." Graverobber lifted the bag a bit in acknowledgement. "I don't exactly have all the equipment I need, but I make due with…Well damn, this is a twisted conversation."

Shilo looked away from the blood-spattered grocery bag and back to Graverobber. "My dad had some stuff…"

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Once again, they were walking down the road together. Talking, just as they were before, about things regarding Geneco.

"So your doing it for the money?" Shilo asked, slightly aggravated. It wasn't everyday that she found someone she cared about. It seemed like every time she did make some connection with someone, something bad happened to them.

Graverobber laughed "Ha, you were right. These 'Legal assassins' do get paid the big bucks." He rolled his eyes and continued "I don't know exactly why I am doing it kid…Mostly because Amber would have me massacred if I didn't do everything she told me to."

"Humph…" Shilo crossed her arms. "I pegged you for the type to not listen to what people told you to do."

"Its one hell of a world kid, you do what you can to survive."

"So I hear…"

As they turned the corner of what was beginning to proceed to be a very long road, Shilo nervously asked, "Where have you been?"

"Around…What do you think I did before I had an address? A mattress of rotting garbage inside a dumpster, or a nice puddle in an alleyway…"

"Why didn't you come back?"

"Amber had been working me like a dog these past couple of weeks…Seems like the Largo's are losing some of their cash…" He chuckled and shook his head when he saw the hopeful expression on Shilo's face. "No, not enough to make much of a difference."

"Do you still…Uh, you know…Harvest" Shilo queried, not sure if she was supposed to be asking him such questions.

"Oh…You mean," Graverobber pointed his finger in the shape of a gun, put the tip of his pointer finger to his nostril and pretended to shoot. "Zydrate." Shilo smiled a little at the comical metaphor used for his dark profession. He stuck his hands in his coat pocket and pulled out a little glass vial. The blue contents glowed between his fingers and he twisted it around.

"You wouldn't happen to want some would you" He joked and placed the vial back into his pocket. Shilo laughed in return, fully aware that it was a joke, but shook her head none the less.

"No thanks…I'm trying to cut back." They exchanged grins and kept going down their path until they got back to the house.

"So, who ordered take out?" Graverobber lifted the bloody bag once again. Shilo wrinkled her nose in return and beckoned him over to the fireplace. "This is where he hid the doorway into his hideout. I found it the day I came home from the opera…It was wide open…I guess he wanted me to find it."

Graverobber was about to ask her if they had to crawl up the chimney, but his not-quite-a-question was answered when Shilo put her hands atop the fireplace and tugged at it with all the force she could muster. It didn't move much when she pulled it. Just enough for him to see what she was aiming at. He placed his hands on the top of the fireplace next to hers and this time pulled with her. With him pulling with her it wasn't so hard to get it open.

Hidden behind it was short set of stairs. It was dark, but clearly visible at the end was a rectangle of light that was obviously a door. The smell that rose up from the door was horrible. It was worse than any dumpster he had slept in. Graverobber plugged his nose and swept his arm dramatically towards the staircase "Ladies first."

"Charming…" Shilo rolled her eyes and took the first step into the dark corridor. She led him down to the door and pushed it open., revealing a large lab-like room. All around were open vials, scalpels, monitors, and what seemed to be torture equipment. In the far corner was a open space. Hangers hung from the ceiling holding the famous Repo outfit. In the center of the open areas floor was a larger than average shower drain. To the left side of the room their was a bloodstained slab equipped with straps that were obviously used to restrain someone. It, like most of the objects in the room, was stained with blood.

Graverobber let out a long whistle as he looked around the room. He set the bag he carried onto the floor and crossed his arms. After a moment of examining a table that had an array of items Shilo's father had used for severing up his victims, Graverobber turned to her. "You know…It's to bad I never got to meet your father…He seemed like a such a great guy." He picked up one of the scalpels and twirled it between his fingers "I mean really. Did the guy have any vices? Any at all?"

"Your hilarious…" Shilo growled in response. "Selling drugs, running from the Genecops, killing old men in alleyways…Your not so perfect yourself."

The scalpel clinkedas it hit the metallic table. Graverobber took two long strides until he was standing in front of Shilo. He bent down until his face was two inches away from hers, and the heat from their breaths reflected off of each other. Shilo's heartbeat sped up dramatically and she tensed up at their closeness. Using his thumb and forefinger to lift her chin up to an angle where they were looking into each others eyes, Graverobber smirked "Sure I am."