TWs: Blood, panicking, first aid stuff, guns. Stay safe :)

"Why are you in the Black Army?" You asked as Jon sat down to watch them.

Jon froze, not expecting the question. Well, he was expecting the question, just not this soon. He didn't think he had a concise answer to it. He's always asked himself the same question but didn't come up with a response that felt... right.

"Because they... saved me." Jon shrugged, hoping that the short response would please them.

"What?" Yan squinted at him, "In what way?"

"Life; I was supposed to be dead, but Corvidae and Mad Scientist found me. They gave me life as long as I worked for the Black Army."

"That's one way to get someone to do your bidding." You muttered, wiggling in his restraints.

"Bidding? Oh no- I would much rather be here than dead!" Jon waved his hands, "Besides, I got some cool new abilities out of it, such as this!"

Jon smiled as his body flickered out of existence, shocking the other two as they looked around the room.

"Woah- where did he go!?" You yelled.

"How am I supposed to know?" Yan huffed, glancing around.

"I'm right here," Jon spoke, appearing before You.

"Ah, ghost!" You reeled back, knocking his head into Yan's.

"Oi, watch it," Yan grunted, becoming a bit lightheaded as tiny dots formed in his vision, 'Shit...'

You smiled sheepishly, laughing at his friend's annoyance.

Jon went to his spot on the floor, "I can also fly, er- float, I guess."

"That's so cool!" You awed, eyes widened in amazement as he peered over his shoulder, "Right, Yan?"

There was no response from the other, making You frown.

"Yan?" You moved his hand, grabbing onto Yan's.

Jon saw that Yan's head was slumped over, prompting him to become uneasy as he got up and hurried over to him.

He examined Yan's body until he noticed something seeping through his black sweater.

"Oh, shit-" Jon took out his phone, going to his contacts.

"What? What's going on?" You asked, growing even more concerned. Jon ignored him, texting someone he knew was a certified nurse.

Idesa: I need medical in the right building, basement.

Heartache: Omw

Jon adjusted the mask on his face, getting out his pocket knife and making work of the ropes.

"Your friend was shot." He spoke to You.

"What!?" You yelled, "Is he okay?"

"He's going to be fine. I called medical; she should be on her way now." Jon spoke, finishing up the binding and half-carried, half-dragged Yan over to a clear spot on the floor.

You wiggled in his restraints to get a view of his friend, ensuring he was still breathing. He managed to turn the chair a few inches. He twisted his head around and saw Yan lying on the floor a few feet away.

"Yan..." He muttered, tearing up as it became hard to breathe within his constraints. He needed to move.

The door opened, revealing a woman with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail wearing a similar mask to Jon, "I came as soon as I got your message."

"Heartache! He's over here." Jon led her to where Yan was lying.

Heartache kneeled and opened her first aid kit. She got out a rag and raised Yan's shirt to where it exposed the wound. She started to apply pressure as she got out some disinfectant, "How did this happen?"

"They were in our territory, so I was ordered to 'take care' of them, but I guess I went overboard." Jon shrugged.

"You guess?" She glared, gently rubbing the disinfectant on the wound, making Yan squirm in his sleep, "You're lucky the bullet only grazed him- who knows what would've happened if the bullet was stuck there?"

"You would know." Jon smiled, "You're a nurse."

"Even if I'm a nurse, what would've happened if I didn't make it here in time? Do you know how long it takes to prepare for something like that?" She whispered.

"No..."

"Exactly, Jon, exactly." She hissed.

Jon looked down, "Sorry, Katya..."

The blonde sighed, "I'm sorry too; you know how much my status means to me, Jon; I don't want to lose everything I've worked for."

Jon nodded, "I understand."

Katya started to bandage the wound, ensuring it was tight enough yet not uncomfortable, "Should be good for a while."

"Thanks."

The woman nodded, then her gaze wandered to You, "Uh- your friend over there is looking a little pale."

Jon perked up, glancing at You. He seemed to be muttering to himself while he twisted in his bindings.

Glimpsing at the door, Jon got out his pocket knife again. It's not like they could escape; they needed someone's handprint to do so.

Against his better judgment, he decided to cut the ropes constraining You, who immediately fell to the ground and hugged himself.

"I'm free- finally..." He uttered to himself, then crawled over to Yan. Katya was checking his vitals, going over his heartbeat, 'I swear I'll make a bonfire out of your alcohol if you don't wake up soon.'

Larry was home alone. Bing had decided to limit his work activities, which Larry found stupid. Without him, Bing would get himself hurt one way or another.

The sandy blonde sighed, finishing his last set of paperwork. He had compromised with Bing to bring home some of the papers that needed organizing, and of course, Bing's response was 'yes.' He couldn't do any paperwork to save his life.

He smiled a bit as he spotted another doodle on a paper. Instead of doing paperwork, Bing had chosen to draw on the reports instead. It was almost endearing.

Almost.

It also reminded him of Matt. Larry had known the kid since he was 19. Apparently, he had gained a few habits from his uncle, such as drawing on the paperwork.

Larry groaned, gripping his head. It still hurt whenever he remembered, but at least he was gaining his memories.

He blinked a few times, trying to clear his head, "Okay..."

Thump

Larry's head perked up, his eyes darting to the hall outside his room. His heart couldn't help but thump deep in his chest as his thoughts raced back to the message he got from Matt.

Steadily, he went to his closet and got one of his pistols, ensuring it was loaded.

Hearing something behind him, Larry readied his gun and turned around.

"Lovely day, isn't it, Major?" William spoke as he also aimed a gun at the other.

Larry glared at him, "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" His eyes held a calculating stare, "I only want to talk."

They heard the door to the apartment open, causing Larry's eyes to widen.

William, however, held his gaze, "Meet me on the roof of this building at 2300 hours tonight."

With that, William opened the nearby window, and then jumped out. Larry rested his gun, placing it on his desk.

He went out to meet Bing in the living room, unpacking his bag.

"Larry! How was your day?" He smiled enthusiastically, which made Larry relax a bit.

"The usual." He replied, shrugging, "Yours?"

Bing rolled his eyes, "Oh, you would not believe the day I had- it was all ruined once I got a call from my sister."

"Which one?" Larry asked.

"The eldest, Amelia." Bing grumbled as he sprawled on the couch, "Ugh, I can't stand her!"

"You can't stand any of your siblings."

"Because they're all narcissists." Bing covered his eyes with his hand, "What's for dinner?"

Larry huffed at his behavior, crossing his arms, "I suppose you didn't get my text then?"

"What text...?"

"To go to the shops since we're out of dinner stuff."

"Oh."

Larry sighed, mentally face-palming as he glanced at the time. Five hours until he had to be on the rooftop. That was five hours to mentally prepare himself.

'Fuck...' He bit his lip as he went back to his room, 'What am I going to do?'