Accord
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His nerves tingled with agitated energy. Conan fidgeted restlessly, completely unsure as to what he should be waiting for. Hell, he didn't even know where Kid had gotten to. The feeling of being watched had gone away as soon as he'd gotten here. Conan's heart thumped a sickly tattoo against his ribs. His lungs felt empty no matter how deeply he breathed.
Anytime Ran was in danger it was like all sense just left him.
One of his phones went off, and this time it was just the Conan one. That fact alone made his heart skip a beat, breath hiccuping for a moment. Slowly he pulled the phone out and read the new text message.
Without a sound he followed the instructions, walking away from the tower and heading down a different path than the one from which he'd arrived. It wasn't long until he spotted it: A car with a license plate number that had been in the message. His muscles were so tense he felt like they were going to lock up and break every bone in his body.
A person of unknown gender sat in behind the wheel, a black cap pulled low over their face and their arms crossed over their chest. Black car, black cloths, black black black.
Conan's stomach knotted tight.
He stood on his tip toes and rapped his knuckles three times on the passenger side window and, when he heard the snick of the door unlocking, he climbed in of his own accord.
A demanding hand was held out to him and an equally demanding voice said, "Watch."
The tone was as gender neutral as the person who wielded it.
Conan silently pulled off his watch and handed it over.
As the car pulled out into the road and the late night traffic no one noticed the white figure leap from a nearby building, cape flapping, before it formed into the well known hang glider and jerked its passenger into flight.