Bonnie stormed through the door. "What is it this time?" Foxy had made so many stops as Fazcorps the he knew most of the guards and advisors by name. "We got a call that one of your guards apprehended a robber." Bon patiently explained. It wasn't their first time dealing with the angry advisors. Before Bonnie had a chance to say anything else, Freddy came in. "Bonnie, calm down ,I'll deal with this." As he left, Freddy made a gesture to Foxy and the two went into the hallway while Bon read the robber his rights. "Good to see you again Foxy, though not the most ideal circumstances." Freddy said. Foxy scoffed. "Don't think it's right for us to meet under any circumstances. He leaned against the wall. Freddy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Lieutenant now, hmm?" He asked, trying to make light talk. "Cut the crap. Why did you want to see me?" Freddy took a breath. "Well... You know Bonnie." Foxy rolled his eyes. "Right. Dumb question." Freddy cleared his throat. "I was thinking... About asking him out." Foxy raised an eyebrow. "That's a new one." He commented. "So now you come out to me as gay, huh? You're the ultimate hypocrite." Freddy sighed again. "Look, I said I was sorry, that was years ago. I was young... And dumb..." Foxy laughed. "And you still are. Look, if you want to ask him out, just go for it." Freddy perked up. "You think he'd say yes?" Foxy nodded. "Of course. You're the industrial genius heading a billion dollar company. Hell, I'd date you if I were him." Foxy gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "But don't get any ideas." Freddy blushed and Foxy winked at him before leaving.
(Time skip)
Vincent smiled as he leaned back in his chair. He really got used to this new life. He had spent the past week lounging around the security kiosk and flirting with an intern, Cindy. Something always felt off, however. It always seemed like he was bored, like a part of him was missing. He twriled a pencil between his fingers. Last night when he slept, he dreamed that he felt truely happy, standing over dead bodies with a knife in his hands. Vincent had plugged his headphones into his laptop and was watching a show called Arrow. "He wanted me to regain my killer instinct," Oliver was saying to his sister Thea. Vincent paused Netflix for a second. Killer instinct. Was that what he needed to do? Regain his killer instinct? He thought about that for the rest of the day.