7th October 2010
Jordan was currently laying in a hospital bed, Taylor worriedly fretting over him. Once she heard that he was put in the hospital from her Aunt Jackie she raced over to see him. Taylor had practically glued herself to his hand with hers while he slept.
She looked him over, Litchenberg scars around his neck and jaw. The red marks are starting to fade into a dull pink slowly. She knew that Jordan was strong, that he would survive being struck by a lightning bolt, but she still couldn't help but worry, hoping that he would be okay.
She didn't know how long she stayed there but she knew it was for at least a few hours, Aunt Jackie had even stepped out for a moment. A testament to how long they had both been there that the older woman offered to get something to eat for the both of them.
'Please wake up soon you reckless idiot.' She thought worriedly and fondly.
After a moment of silence, she noticed a slight glowing in the room. Looking to the source, she saw that on her best friend's arms were glowing blue circuitry like lines that pulsed for a moment before disappearing. Taylor just gaped for a moment, staring at where the phenomena had been before she heard a slight groan.
"Taylor…?" Jordan groaned as his eyes opened and felt the familiar hand in his.
"You're awake!" Taylor shouted happily.
"Yup… Now what's got you looking like that?" Jordan asked bemused, noting the look of both joy and also indecision on her face.
"Well… how do I say this…" Taylor began.
"Just spit it out Taylor, you know me well enough that I wont be mad or anything with what you have to say to me."
"You… well you had these bluish green lines running down your arms." Taylor just decided to spit it out.
Jordan fell silent for a moment, bringing his hands up to his eyes, examining them before closing them. Taylor didn't know what he was doing before he opened his mouth to speak.
"Trace, on." following his words there was a golden flash and in his hands appeared a small knife.
For a moment the pair just silently stared at the weapon in his hands before Jordan grew a massive grin on his face that had Taylor worried, not for him, but for whoever would get on his bad side. If anyone annoyed him enough he could theoretically kill them and make the murder weapon disappear making it harder to charge him.
"Jordan, are you good there?" Taylor asked with trepidation.
"Oh I am more than good Taylor, I'm so happy that I might just kiss you." Jordan said, distracted by his discovery and not paying attention to his words.
Taylor flushed lightly hearing what he said, not expecting it. She knew that she found him attractive on some level but didn't want to think of her now only friend like that.
And yes, Jordan is now her only friend, Emma had betrayed her once she returned from that camp, spreading rumours about her, hurting her and also destroying her property. She knew that she would one day reach her breaking point and was worried about what may happen when she does. So she tries her best to keep her feelings for him completely platonic and failing in the privacy of her own mind.
"What's this I hear about you kissing Taylor, Jordan?" A familiar older voice called out.
Their eyes turned to the door where Jackie stood, staring at them with barely contained amusement. Taylor blushed in mortification while Jordan grew a smirk and reached out to grab her hands, the blade disappearing when he let go.
"Oh, didn't you hear mother dearest? Taytay has been by my side the whole time, why not even you were here when I woke up." Jordan smirked and Taylor found it both hot and also insufferable.
"Well I didn't think that you would want to wake up to see your mother next to you when you have such a pretty young girl still holding your hand." Jackie also smirked, showing just where Jordan got part of his behaviour from.
Taylor blushed in mortification and pulled her hand away as if it were burned and tried to stammer out excuses while the Perry's laughed at her behaviour. She was reminded of simpler times and soon joined in on their laughter, before they eventually got into what they saw before the jokes.
"So do you want to tell me what that knife was all about?" Jackie asked her son.
"I triggered mom, the lightning strike activated my powers." Jordan said, coming right out with it.
"Huh, well that's something, so what's your power?" His mother answered , taking it in stride.
"I don't know my full capabilities but from what I can tell I can create various bladed weapons from thin air."
Jordan obviously knew that there was a possibility of having the full package but he couldn't really test anything out from a hospital bed, so he opted to go with his current explanation for the time being.
10th October 2010
"Trace, on."
A flash and there in his hands were the married blades Kanshou and Bakuya. Jordan proceeded to swing the blades lightly getting used to the weight. After two days in the hospital he was finally free, though he still had some scarring, the lightning strike left him with Litchenberg scars trailing his neck that refused to fade, he didn't mind though, he found them quite cool.
Right now though, he was ascertaining his full capabilities with what he has. So far he has discovered that he can Trace the various weapons of Heroic Spirits from the past, ones that EMIYA had met and understood at least. He can also reinforce his body to above human limits and also his weapons to be more durable. He also discovered that he has some form of a healing factor, as evidenced by when he slipped and cut himself, the wound glowed white and when he took a closer look he noticed that there were miniature swords knitting him back together.
'I have Avalon I believe, access to Tracing and Reinforce but I have yet to determine if I have a Reality Marble and if I do whether it is Unlimited Blade Works or not.' Jordan thought to himself as he went through his exercises.
There was also a new development with his powers, in the fact that he could Trace clothing onto himself. After some trial and error he decided on a mix between Archer and Assassin EMIYA for his Cape outfit. And the only reason he even has one is because Taylor had convinced him to become a hero, citing that she wanted to be one and that since she was his moral compass that he should do as she asked.
Jordan acquiesced to her demands to go out and risk his life for her to get her fix of Heroic Adrenaline through his stories. His first patrol was going to be on the weekend which Taylor was antsy for. Jordan knew that she was only doing this to keep her mind off of her mothers death and her father being emotionally absent.
'I know that Danny is grieving but come on man, leaving your daughter out to dry like you have is a dick move, especially after you sent her to that camp.' Jordan just shook his head.
He remembered that just like in his past life he never really liked his father, always absent or when he was around just generally looking for money for his next fix. The dislike of fathers carried over to his current life with another absent father, though this one was sending money to him and his mother while he had affairs every night probably.
Jordan continued to move against a phantom opponent, spinning the blades in his hands to shift his grip. Before he could close his hand though, Kanshou slipped through his grip and flew up into the air. Not thinking for a moment, Jordan raised a hand up to try and grab it as it slipped by his fingers, instead he felt a tugging inside his mind momentarily and suddenly found himself a few feet in the air.
Quickly snapping his gaze downwards, he noticed that Kanshou was beneath him, almost touching the ground before it started to spin and return towards its partner, meaning that he was in the crossfire. Quickly dispelling the blades he landed on his ass uncomfortably. Taking a moment to take in what had just happened he sat there.
'Did… did I just swap places with Kanshou?'
He thought that the first thing he should do was to experiment, first by finding out if that was a one off phenomena or if he had somehow missed a small fraction of time while he for some reason jumped up to that height. His theory was that he had either short range teleported to the position of his weapon or he had entirely lost a second of time as his body jumped up high.
Jordan decided to swap out the married blades for a regular kitchen knife and proceeded to throw it away from him. He focused on the blade, where it was, its position and condition and any potential links to it. After a moment he found an invisible link leading from the knife back to him. Giving said link a little tug caused him to swap positions with the knife, no longer standing near the back porch.
After an hour of trial and error, Jordan found that every one in three attempts allowed him to swap places with the projected object. Though that raises to a 50% chance of working if it is still mid-flight. He guessed that it was because his power would only have to compensate for the air around the destination and not any potential surfaces the object may have embedded in.
Jordan went to bed that night feeling a sense of accomplishment and wonder, ready for the days to come.
15th October 2010
Taylor was bouncing around once they arrived at Jordan's house for the weekend. It was clear that she was restless when it came to wanting to see Jordans exploits as a new Cape, she had convinced him to wear a camera that would stream straight to his laptop and record his exploits for the both of them to review later. She would also be watching over PHO for any updates and relay it to him over a call while he worked.
"You ready Taylor?" Jordan asked her, despite knowing the answer already.
"Yes! What are you going to wear?!" She answered and asked excitedly, her hero worship overriding her natural awkwardness.
"You'll see." Jordan chuckled.
Jordan then began to take his shirt and pants off, revealing a toned body, not too dissimilar to that of an olympic swimmer. Taylor was shocked, slightly aroused and flushing hotly as she watched him take his shirt off, only snapping out of it when his pants had come off, leaving him in briefs.
"What the hell Jordan?!" She snapped, not angrily but instead in embarrassment.
"Oh calm down, our parents used to bathe us together, not really anything you haven't seen before. And besides, for what I am about to do, my clothes would just get in the way." Jordan answered with a smirk, enjoying her attention.
"And what is it that you're about to do?" Taylor asked, mind going to dirty, dirty places.
"This. Trace, on." In a sea of blue mist covering his form, Jordan was suddenly clothed.
Standing before her was a figure dressed in black pants and a skin tight shirt, over the top of the pants were metal boots and shin guards that went up to the knee, around his waist was a red cloth that trailed to the back of his knees and looked like it had seen hell. Moving up to his torso he had red sleeves that showed his muscle underneath and his chest was covered in some kind of scaled plate armour. Falling from his right shoulder was another red cloth that trailed up and wrapped around his head. Covering his face was bandage wrappings that looked dirty, they went up to his nose where covering his eyes was a pair of blacked out goggles.
Taylor would have to say that she was impressed, he took to heart the fact that he needed to hide his identity well, and decided to cover almost every inch of skin. He was also surprisingly tall enough that he could be mistaken for an adult, so there may be even less suspicion on who he really was under the mask.
"Wow…" Taylor said distractedly.
"What was the inspiration for this Jordan?" Taylor asked, forgetting about his state of undress before he was like this.
"Would you believe me if I said that I was inspired by a hitman so good at his job that he was the boogeyman and his adopted son?" Jordan said, voice a little muffled and clearly raising a brow with his tone of voice.
"No but I guess if you say so I'll have no choice but to believe you." Taylor said, clearly not buying what he said.
"Now then, When I need to come back I'll say 'toss it' and you will chuck this knife into the middle of the room like this."
Jordan demonstrated by lightly tossing a knife into the air towards the middle of his room before he blinked out and swapped places with the weapon. Taylor was shocked for a moment before releasing a breath and remembering that his abilities were bullshit.
"Alright I understand now. Time to get your camera and earpiece ready Jordan." Taylor said after a moment.
Jordan nodded and proceeded to make the bandages around his face disappear as he grabbed an earpiece and put it in his ear, afterwards the bandages returned. He then grabbed a body cam that was ready to stream straight to his laptop and strapped it to the middle of his chest, just below where his collar bones met. He projected another knife and handed it to Taylor, ready for his return.
Once he was ready he walked over to the window and opened it up and projected a small blade. He looked back to Taylor and nodded briefly before Reinforcing his body and flinging the knife out the window, waiting for a moment for him to feel it get close to landing. He then swapped places with it making sure to dissolve it once he was on top of the roof it was falling to.
"Alright from what I'm seeing on PHO there isn't much Cape activity at the moment so I guess just walk around or something? Try and find a crime in progress I guess." Taylor said over the earpiece.
"Got it, keep me posted."
Jordan started moving with purpose, jumping over obstacles that were in his way with practised ease. When he reached the edge of the building he readied himself and jumped across the gap, looking beneath him he watched as the alleyway passed beneath him and was replaced with the roof of the building he was jumping to. Rolling into a crouch he got back up and started running again, enjoying himself as he leapt from roof top to rooftop.
He kept his eyes out for anything going on but it felt like it was dead even though it's midday and there would normally be something going on. After about half an hour he finally found something, he heard a noise and he was jumping over an alleyway, it sounded like a whimper that he just barely heard over his own slightly laboured breathing. Jordan took a moment to calm his breathing and Reinforce his hearing slightly.
Once he confirmed what he heard he leaned over the edge of the roof, taking in what he could see.
'One victim, female early to mid twenties, conventionally beautiful. Three males flying ABB colours, the one in the middle appears to be in the middle of shoving her to the ground. Possible mugging, murder or attempted rape, optimal course of action is to drop onto the one closest to me, knocking him out on impact before moving rapidly onto the middle guy, jabbing him in the throat and throwing him to the ground, last guy should either run in fear or try to fight, if fight then optimal action would be to go for quick punch to solar plexus, if flee then chase down and knock out with a quick jab to the head.' Jordan thought within a moment, not knowing that he inherited an extra ability, Mind's Eye.
Jordan jumped down from the roof and as he fell, took the moment to look at the woman's face, she noticed him falling towards them and kept silent, a look of fragile hope on her face. Soon enough, he landed on top of the first guy, grabbing his head and slamming it into the ground, knocking him out right away. The other two noticed the sound of something thudding onto the ground loudly and turned to look.
Before the second guy could react, he was choking for air. Having just been jabbed in the throat he swung wildly, leading to his arm being grabbed and thrown over the assailants shoulder and to the ground. Spinning around Jordan caught the punch of the third gangbanger and watched as all colour drained from his face.
The next second found the unknown Capes fist buried in his gut as his vision went blurry before he blacked out with an extra hit to the head. Jordan sighed before turning to the woman and crouching near her.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Y-yes… they didn't do much aside from throw me to the ground." The woman stuttered out, still shocked she was saved.
"Do you think you can call the police to help you out?"
THe woman nodded quickly, breathing rapidly and going straight for a panic attack. Jordan noticed the signs and proceeded to slowly place a hand on hers, watching as she flinched a little before relaxing. He started to hum a little song that he used to listen to before his reincarnation that was always stuck in his head.
The woman began to slowly come back to her senses and her breathing slowed to a normal pace. Once she was calmed, she squeezed his hand and gave a shaky smile towards him. Since he wasn't in a position to give a smile or anything back he just nodded slowly to get the message across. With one last squeeze he released her hand after pulling her up.
"Thank you again." The woman said shakily.
"Of course, now if you don't mind, I believe I should get back to patrolling, see if anyone needs my help." Jordan said, but not unkindly.
"Wait…! What do I call you?" The woman called out as he began to walk off.
Jordan had stopped for a moment, thinking of all the names he and Taylor had brainstormed together before settling on one. He turned his head to face her and answered.
"Just call me Hephaestus ma'am."
With that he summoned a sword and threw it, trading places and dissolving it once he was on the roof and moving again.
"Good job back there." Taylors voice spoke over the earpiece.
"Thanks T, I think you being my moral compass is finally rubbing off on me." Jordan joked, making sure to keep her name out of the recording.
"Also Hephaestus huh?" Jordan could hear the smirk in her voice.
"Well what do you expect? Using Emiya would make it seem like I was either a chuuni wannabe or an ABB ganger. Plus my body is a literal forge." Hephaestus answered.
"You sure it's not some budding God Complex?" Taylor teased.
"Well I'm pretty sure that there are some Godslaying weapons, so I'd be above a God Complex, what would that be anyway?" Hephaestus retorted quickly.
"I dunno, besides I think you should focus on the job right now. At the moment there is a report on PHO of an ongoing crime by the Empire 88 about five minutes north of you." Taylor informed him.
"Any Capes going to the scene?" Hephaestus asked, wanting to be on the safe side.
"From what I can tell… no, no Capes are in the area available to respond." Taylor answered.
"Alright I'm on my way." Hephaestus began to move.
He Reinforced his body to his current max safe limit and ran. His manoeuvres were purposeful and wasted as little energy as possible. No longer did he try flashy flips or anything, instead focusing on getting from point A to point B in as little time as possible.
Within 3 and a half minutes, Hephaestus arrived on the scene. It looked to be a corner store robbery with about five skinheads armed with knives and guns holding everyone up. He stood on one of the street lights while he examined the best possible course of action which would lead to the least loss of innocent life.
'5 Grunts spread around the store, one near the front door appears nervous and jittery while holding a semi automatic handgun, grunt numbers two, three and four are armed with knives and are going from customer to customer and taking their possessions while the fifth is armed with another handgun, holding up the clerk while he takes the money from the register.'
'Appropriate course of action is to take down the ones with firearms first, preferably the nervous one first. Once done move onto the others taking them down quickly and efficiently. Knife one is close by the front door, probably watching over the nervous one, Knife two is near the middle of the store and has a few civilians around, priority target due to potential hostage situation. Knife three is near the back of the store and is low priority due to distance from civilians.'
Hephaestus nodded to himself upon finishing his observations and got ready for action. Muscles coiled tightly beneath his clothing as he prepared to launch himself from the lamp post and down to street level.
"No time like the present." He muttered to himself before taking the leap.
Hephaestus landed with a dull thud that was barely heard over the E88 thugs shouting. He quickly and quietly made his way to the front door and hid under the window of the door. Summoning a plain dagger to his hand he quickly rushed in, taking the nervous guy by surprise and before he could open fire he was taken down with a quick punch to the head with his free hand.
As the first guy dropped, Hephaestus spun towards the front counter, flipped the knife so he was holding the blade and threw it. He watched momentarily as the pommel smacked him in the back of the head and he went down, then turned to the closest knife wielder. The guy was close by the door, with Hephaestus crashing into him in a tackle and disarming him before punching him in the face.
Knife two was moving to see what the commotion was and caught sight of Hephaestus standing back up.
"What the fuck?!" He shouted before trying to rush him.
Hephaestus summoned a Ka-Bar and locked blades with the skinhead. The skinhead in question tried to look at the face of the individual in front of him and was unnerved to only meet a bandaged face and pitch black goggle-covered eyes. His moment of hesitation made his strength waver and paved the way for him to be disarmed by the unknown Cape.
With the knife no longer in his grip, he was subsequently punched by the Capes free hand and then kicked in the chest with enough strength to knock him to the ground and out cold.
A scream caught his attention and he snapped his gaze over to where it came from, only to see the final skinhead thug had stabbed a civilian in the stomach with his knife and withdrew it.
'Five minute time limit to help stop the bleeding and call for aid. Need to remove the final thug before aid can be administered. Appropriate course of action is to wound an arm in some form to prevent further civilian casualties before knocking the target out.'
With his course of action decided, Hephaestus created another weapon in his hand, this one was a relatively small throwing knife with little to no history or mystery behind it and was perfect for what he needed it for. With a quick flick of his wrist, the knife was embedded into the shoulder of the now screaming E88 member. When he moved into the open, deluded by the pain in his shoulder, Hephaestus rushed forward and landed a quick kick to the side of his head.
With the thug knocked out on the ground, he could focus on helping the wounded civilian. Crouching down, he did his best to appear as non-threatening as possible before he spoke up.
"I'm going to need to pull your shirt up so I can help you, do I have permission to do that?" He asked, wanting to make it clear that it was for the wound and nothing else.
When the woman nodded he quickly and carefully peeled her shirt up to reveal the stab wound in her stomach that was bleeding profusely. The first thing that he did was place his hands on the wound to stall the amount of blood pouring out of her while he snapped towards one of the other civilians.
"Call an ambulance and the police, tell them to get here quickly."
When the other civilian nodded Hephaestus got back to work on the wound. His first thought was that he could maybe try and spread his self healing to her in some way but discarded it as not possible without some experimentation that wouldn't be suitable for the situation. No, instead he focused inwards, on the world of infinite swords and tried to find one that had some sort of healing property.
'Found it. A nameless enchanted sword from ancient Rome that brought wounds inflicted on others onto the wielder of the sword. The owner never used it much after he found that out, but that is perfect for me because of the healing factor I have.' With a nod to himself he Traced the sword into existence.
The woman whimpered at the sight of the weapon and Hephaestus quickly spoke up.
"Don't worry, this sword will remove your wound, think of it as some Parahuman bullshit with our powers." He lied, trying to keep her calm.
When he noticed her calm down a bit, he brought the sword to the skin next to her wound and slowly dragged the tip down alongside her wound, watching as it slowly stitched itself back together. He grunted in pain as he felt the wound open up on his own stomach and focused on fixing the woman's wound.
'Fuck this hurts worse than that lightning strike.'
The burning sensation in his stomach slowly abated as his sword made body repair itself, draining a fair amount of energy. From his estimation he probably only had just enough to teleport home and dissipate the knife used before he was drained.
"Police and ambulance are nearby Hephaestus, you staying or leaving?" Taylors voice came in over the earpiece, sounding a little shaken.
'Probably from having seen the stab wound and it being stitched back together.' He thought before turning to reply.
"Staying, I want to get a proper report before returning."
"Got it… I've got the knife ready." She responded.
"Alright everyone, the police are here, just stay calm and we can get through this as fast as possible." Hephaestus said to the crowd.
They nodded and watched as he gathered the criminals into one area to make the police's job easier. Soon enough the police and paramedics were outside of the building and he decided to go to them with hands up.
When he stepped out of the front door, guns were trained on him immediately and police shouted, "On the ground and keep your hands where we can see them!"
Jordan only followed one of those, by keeping his hands up and instead choosing to speak up.
"Inside the building are five unconscious Empire 88 members who were robbing the building and mugging the customers. There is one with a knife in his shoulder and that is because he stabbed a woman in the stomach when he found himself outmatched. I healed her wound but I would like for paramedics to check her over first to make sure."
The paramedics were let into the building and went straight for the woman sitting on the ground. The police went to cuff the Empire thugs while one of them stayed behind to get his account of things.
"So, new Cape of the day, what do we call you?" The officer asked, sounding friendly enough.
"Hephaestus, what about you, officer?" He responded.
His question was met with a brighter smile as the cop answered, "Nice to meet you, Hephaestus, I am Lieutenant Pete Frazer, but please just call me Pete."
"You too Pete, I'm guessing you need to take my account of things?"
"Yes, if you don't mind." The officer answered.
"Not at all, I was planning on talking to the police to get my image out there eventually. Where do you want me to start?"
"Preferably what you were doing shortly before coming across the scene here if you would." Lieutenant Pete said as he grabbed a notepad and pen.
"Well for starters, I was finishing off with an attempted murder/mugging/rape by the ABB about 5 minutes south of here before I was alerted to what was happening over PHO and made my way here." Jordan proceeded to give his version of events.
He went over how he made his way to the crime scene and identified the threats. He then explained how he took each one down as non-lethally as possible before a civilian was injured. He then went on to say how he healed her wound but left out that it transferred to him. Once his report was finished the officer thanked him and let him go on his way.
"Toss it T." Hephaestus spoke once he was clear.
"Got it." Taylor responded.
After a moment, the position of the blade and Jordan swapped places before the blade disappeared from the city. The first thing Jordan did when he got home was to take the camera off before dispelling the top half of his outfit to reveal blood on his stomach with no sign of a wound. The pain was still lingering so he stumbled his way to the attached bathroom to wash the sweat and blood off, ignoring Taylor for the time being.
Jordan let the warm water wash over him as he stood under the shower head leaning forward and resting against the wall. He discovered something about himself while he patrolled that he didn't know.
'I am actually showing emotion. I normally wouldn't have tried to help that woman calm down from her panic attack, nor would I have actually smiled as much as I did behind the bandages.'
His self reflection ended by him deciding to turn the shower off. Stepping out he towelled himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped into his room, forgetting that Taylor was in there waiting for him. Taylor was flushed and dead silent in embarrassment as she watched Jordan step into the room, revealing his toned body still damp with water.
Jordan walked over to his dresser in a daze and searched through the drawers, grabbing a pair of briefs and pyjama pants. Dropping the towel to the floor he didn't notice Taylor gasp in shock as she got a full view of his behind, and if she were more bold she would have tried to take a peek at his front.
He dressed his lower half before grabbing the towel and drying his hair as best he could in his tired state. Once he felt like he had done a good enough job he turned to the bed only to freeze when he spotted Taylor sitting on his bed with a flushed face and trying not to peek through her fingers.
"So uh… you were there the whole time weren't you?" Jordan asked, for the first time feeling awkward.
Taylor just nodded silently, not trusting her voice.
"Right well um, I guess I should say sorry for that display. My only real excuse is the adrenaline and residual pain made me drowsy enough to forget you were in my room."
Jordan rubbed the back of his head, no longer feeling apathy or amusement at others expense but instead awkwardness. Taylor nodded before she gasped at hearing that he was in pain.
"What do you mean pain? From what the stream was showing you didn't take any hits all day."
Jordan winced and summoned the sword he used on the civilian, taking the rest of his reserves for the day.
"When that lady was wounded I used this weapon. Instead of erasing the wound or anything I instead transferred it to my own body, that's why I had that blood stain on my stomach. The weapon was only ever used a few times before the original wielder gave up trying to use it after finding out it's effect, so it's nameless but I'm thinking something like Pain Taker will be good.
"Jordan dont try to brush off that you were hurt." Taylor spoke in a concerned yet commanding voice.
Jordan let out a sigh while showing a slight smile before speaking, "Taylor, as long as I have energy I have a healing factor and I was healed shortly after the police arrived. I won't say that I wont get hurt but I will always try to return to you."
Taylor sighed and nodded in acceptance before getting up from his bed and walking over to him.
"That's the least I can ask for I guess." She acquiesced and hugged him.
Jordan wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her waist and just held her. Taylor enjoyed being in his arms while Jordan enjoyed holding her. After a moment Jordan kissed her head lightly and pulled away to speak.
"I'm sorry Taylor, but right now I am feeling completely drained right now."
Taylor was also reluctant to pull away but did so to let him make his way to bed. Before he fell asleep Taylor asked a question that was vital to his future.
"What do you wish for me to do with the recording?"
"Just extract it and label it 'Patrol 1' with the date, I'll deal with it tomorrow." Jordan said tiredly as his head hit the pillow.
Taylor smiled happily and got on with what was asked of her, remembering the instructions Jordan had told her on how to use the laptop in his room. After she finished her task she also decided to do what he did and gave him a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.