YAY another chapter! Sorry tho it's a bit of a filler between the new and the action sequences coming up. Also Geist is creepy.

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EDIT: Slowly swapping all chapters from FFnet to Ao3, this chapter was originally posted in either 2015 or 2016

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He knew Geist, he knew somewhat on how the medium worked. Sven Reinhart could talk to the dead. Not only that, but he excelled in necromancy. Giving himself spiritual powers, hence the floating. But it wasn't just that... Geist was old. Really old. From what he and Sariel could tell from the intel they had gathered, Geist was the eldest out of the group. The ben Elohim had been around for centauries, hailing from as far back as the crusades. Maybe older. They didn't know. But Geist... he was born in the year 1444. His so called immortality stemming from his obsession with his occultish powers he has gained over the years.

In short Geist was out of his league. But he knew that Sariels young friend, along with the old russian, would find his boss.. He had to give them time. And although he knew Geist knew what was up... the man in white didn't seem to care.

"It is a shame you know. Sariel would of been a wonderful and beneficial addition to the team." Geists german accent rolled eloquently off his tongue. "Such... spunk she had in her step. The woman was such an excellent soldier. But then again, I guess one comes accustomed to the ways of war when it is literally all they have done with their lives. hrmm? What a good little killer she was."

"You dare speak of my boss that way again I'll..."

"You'll do what?" The man chuckled. "Punch me? Stab me? Shoot me? That wouldn't be a smart thing to do hrmm?"

Asif glared at the man before him. His legs unmoving. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he move? How...? Geist, it had to be him. His eyes darted to the man only to find a smirk on his face. The world was silent then. The two looking at one another. Only Sven broke the silence. "Beautiful isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" he sneered at the man.

"Do you not understand? Do you not hear it?"

Asif tried to move a little but was unable to. His glare returned to the man ahead of him. "Hear what exactly?"

"This world, these people. All of them. Just sitting here waiting to die. The alarm sounds and they run into hiding. None of them move from their holes. All of them waiting to die. This silence, the mutters, the whimpers, the prayers inbetween. It is beautiful." Geist gestured to the city, as if referencing to all of the people that lived here.

"Fuck you."

"Ahhh yes, your from one of these little rural desert areas aren't you? Heh... then you know this silence all to well then don't you? Were you too at one point sitting in a little house waiting to die?"

"GO TO HELL!"

Geist move closer to the young man and smiled. "That's not very nice."

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"It would seem this place was pretty big at one point yes?"

"It was seem so, yes." Robin narrowed his eyes, glancing at the guards in the vicinity. All of them were heavily armed. This would not be easy. But Robin always did like a challenge. Quietly, the two took cover once again. Robin quickly deciding on the best course of action. "We should split up."

"Agreed." Sergei nodded. "You know..."

Robin glanced at the man before returning his sight onto the guards beyond the walls they hid behind. "What?"

"For a tourist, your pretty agile and quick to take action yes? But you refuse to kill anyone."

Robin glared at the man. "What do you mean by that?"

Sergei smirked at his younger companion. "You've been trained boy. Although not as a soldier. But trained. Whatever you are, or whatever it is you do. You must be good at it, yes?"

Robin being a bit surprised by the old mans assumptions nodded his head. "I like to think I am, sure."

Sergei smiled at his young counterpart. "I will meet you on the second floor, possibly above us yes?" Robin looked to the ceiling, this temple was two stories, maybe three. In the middle area, where they were, the second stories floor had given way. But from the looks of it, it was still a somewhat stable of a place to meet up. Any place above these guards was better then being a few meters from them and behind a wall. Although he was pretty sure he'd meet some on the floors above as well.

"Sounds like a plan." Robin nodded to the old man.

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Close... so bloody close. "Almost there." she chided to herself. "C'mon girl..." A few more screeches, a few more swear words and she was there. Using her teeth she pulled on the knob to open the drawer. Jostling the chair she moved to the side to get a better view.

"AHA!" she proclaimed. "A very nice... dull knife. Ok... it's better then nothing."

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Stealth, it was something he knew all to well. Robin knew how to blend in with the darkness, it was something that he was raised with, it was like a old friend. He could easily disappear with a drop of a hat. Leave the entire building before they even knew he was there and gone.

Climbing up a wall was also not even a problem. Sneaking around these guards? He would have to be careful with them.

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Sariel kicked the drawer out from shelf itself, it's contents scattered across the floor. She had tried to pick the dull knife up with her mouth but to no avail. But the knife thankfully fell close to her. Obviously she couldn't reach it sitting up so she tipped her chair over, falling to the cold hard cement floor, her back to the knife. Quickly she shuffled as much as she could to get closer to the knife, her hands feeling for the handle.

Once she was able to grab the knife, after much more shuffling around and a lot of swearing, she began to cut the ropes that confined her hands.

Slowly but surely... she would get free.

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He hadn't expected to run into a few guards. They told him to stop, to stay where he was or they'd shoot... He'd heard that before. They could shoot all they wanted, he'd dodge in and out of the way.

Quickly he made short work of the three guards before they could even pull the trigger. He kicked one out from under his feet, the other he punched in the ribs and the third he knocked out using a round house kick. Short work. They were down for the count. Robin dusted himself off before continuing along his way with a smirk on his face. If there was any other guards that got in his way, he would deal with them just as he had done with these three.

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His apprentice really did indeed want to save his little friend. But then again if he himself did not do something to help Sariel while he was in the same vicinity Jillian would never forgive him, and she was one ally and friend he did not want to lose.

Robin and he had gone their separate ways in hopes to find the little assassin... or was she a spy? Slade really didn't know exactly what Sariel did for a living but whatever it was, it was dangerous, villainous and she was definitely a friend that Slade prefer Robin to have rather then his little former teammates.

He only hoped that Robin would find her, since he stumbled upon some trouble himself.

"Your hands in the air now."

He obeyed them... for now. They would not be so confident when they were dead on the floor... sadly dead wasn't a option at the moment. He would of never played by another persons rules, but Robin was Robin. He was the price at the end of all this, an expensive one, but a price Slade was willing to pay. He would play nice for now.

So he would have to deal with them discreetly. Although he promised not to kill, and Sergei was to be the type to keep his promises, something a part of the identity that would make Sergei slowly more likable to Robin. It was a little something Slade had planned out in the beginning, although the disguise was a new addition. To gain the boys trust, he had to be different from the normal that Robin concluded was "normal" but still similar to what he saw as the norm, and perhaps challenge his ideas.

Overall in the end he never made any promises to be nice. Slade, still in his guise as Sergei smiled at the men before him. "You want to play with your guns yes?" He smiled at the men before his face turning into a stern resemblance of a much darker personality. Slade dropped the accent. "So you want to play... then let's play."

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Kinda more of a filler kinda update, but I promise the next chapter will be filled with more action! Slades gonna be a badass, while Robin goes to find Sariel. Will he find her still chipping away at the rope, or will she have them cut and by gone by the time he gets there? Also what happens between Asif and Geist? All up in next chapter.

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-Fangs