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Date: March 1, 2010
Summary:
Dee and Micah attempt to 'rescue' Graham and Lil
"Lil Problems"
Graham's Apartment — NYC
Breaking and entering? Not a good idea. So they're not going to break the the locks or windows or have Rebel code up some awesome Rube-Goldberg-Computer-Hacking-Entry-Sequence. Dee… has a plan.
She waits outside the apartment complex as if she's waiting for a cab. A newspaper is open in her hands, but she's not really reading it. She's busy having a little chat with Graham's monkey about how they're going to get into the building, and then… Into the man's apartment. It's not too hard; at this distance, Dee doesn't even have to take over the creature. It's a good thing, too, since she's not good at it. In the end, it's just a question as to whether or not the monkey can unlock the door. Dee's sure it can.
It's cold. Dee closes the paper for a moment so she can zip up her coat a little more and pull her hood over her head. It might make recognition a little harder. Then again, she doesn't know what Rebel looks like, either. Maybe they'll just mill around the area 'til one of them says hi?
Micah wishes he'd managed to keep some of his superhero garb from last year with him, but between 'vacation' in Vegas, running from the Alpha Protocol, getting hauled to Germany, getting back to New York to be captured by the AP, getting hauled to Germany again, and then returning to the US to save Monica, Micah is lucky he has much of anything. Thanks to the Hallis-money he managed to dress entirely in black. He's not even sure why he selected black this time. In the past, the black garb was to blend in. Since then he'd learned to better work with security cameras and satellite images.
The teen strolls up and down the block almost skulking around the premises — finding every security camera that could potentially pick up their image and looping it in a constant cycle of the last few days footage. Someone will probably notice. Eventually.
He notes to himself that next time he rescues someone, he needs to plan a more thought-out rescue mission (like meeting his cohort ahead of time), particularly when failure really isn't an option. After walking around the building several times, he finally stops several feet from Dee — she's been waiting for a cab an awfully long time. Finally, clearing his throat, he asks timidly, "Are you Dee?"
For some reason, she expected Micah to be some tall scary-looking guy. Seriously, with a name like 'Rebel,' she just thought he'd be intimidating. True, he's not ridiculously short, but she can tell by looking at him that he's just a kid. For a moment, she seems surprised… Then, suspicious. She's pretty paranoid about people approaching her, especially after she was caught… Over in Australia. They think she's dead. That could change in a moment, though.
And what's the use? If this kid's from the 'bad guys' side of things, they've found Graham already anyway. And if they get him, it's game over. Dee doesn't want to know what'll happen if Graham's taken out of the picture. "I'm really hoping you're Rebel."
"Yeah. I'm Rebel," Micah says quietly. "You can call me Micah if you like." He looks at the apartment building and then back at Dee. "I'm not really sure how we will convince him to come with us." Of course, the pair can worry about that after. He motions towards the door of the apartment building. He strolls over to it before touching his hand to the electronic door and closes his eyes. Within seconds it unlocks and he holds it open for Dee. "Ladies first…"
Micah sounds more personal than 'rebel.' Dee will go with the former. "Well, if what I saw was any indication, hopefully he just walks out with us." That's her grand plan! Get the guy to just follow them out. Hopefully it works!
"Crikey," she says when Micah opens the door just by thinking about it. And she says that because she just can't help it. Though she's really stopped trying to fight the whole mucking-about-with-her-language thing that Natalie did. After all, Dee's actually lived in Australia now. She might have just picked it up. "Handy talent, that. Graham's door should already be unlocked… I hope. S'what the monkey was s'posed t'do." Finding the elevator isn't too hard. "Address said he was on the third floor."
You paged Dee with 'I'm just going to get them to his apartment door if you're good with that?'
"Right. Walking out would be easiest." Micah shrugs. The word crikey and admiration of his talent are met with a smile and flushed cheeks. "Thanks." It's not every day a pretty lady admires his gifts. Pushing the thought aside, Micah shakes his head slightly and enters the elevator. He presses the button for the third floor as he can feel his own heart racing. Theoretically Graham is one of them; one of those people involved in the protocols.
As the elevator doors open on the third floor, Micah steps out and glances down the hall. "Which one is it again?"
At least they're not unnarmed… if one considers animals a weapon. Dee's kind of hesitant to use them without asking, though, since that's essentially the same thing the Protocols are trying to do to them — use them as weapons without asking.
Yeah, you can have some fruit. Can you open the door for us?
As she's speaking to the monkey, she's kind of a little zoned out, though she's walking forward. "Hang on, just a sec…"
There's a click down the hall. The door swings open, and it's another second before a little monkey face peeks out at them. "Are you ready for this?" she asks Micah.
To the monkey, she says, Can you come here? I might need your help.
Micah's eyes widen as a large toothy grin spreads over his face. He whispers, "That. Was. Awesome." He continues to beam as he stares at the monkey. Animals are awesome. After taking a deep breath, however, he nods. He's ready. As ready as he could ever be. He pads towards the door slowly, carefully. As the pad come to the door itself, Micah pushes it gently, opening it further.
The squirrel monkey tilts a head to the side, then actually glances back into the door he just opened. Not a large monkey, she could easily perch on someone's shoulder, and for a moment she seems cautious.
Not supposed to leave the apartment… If I won't get in trouble…
Then he's hurrying down the hall toward them, straight at Dee, and running up her body to climb onto her shoulder.
Dee's response is a smile. "Comes in handy," she says as she holds out her hand for the monkey to grab onto. She bets Micah would love the stories she has from Africa, but there's a time and a place for that, and it just isn't now.
You won't get in trouble, she tells the monkey. We're trying to save the world. You can be part of that, if you want to. She reaches under its chin to give it a quick scritch before following Micah to the door. "I've got an idea. You two play along."
That said, she knocks on the door. "Mister Graham? I think I've found your monkey…" She makes sure she says it loud enough through the open door so he can hear her, before she steps right inside. Harder to close the door on her when she's already in there.
Micah follows Dee's lead, even padding into the apartment after her, trailing close behind. He's silent as her shadow, but he's there. Ready and willing to do whatever it takes to get Graham out from under the Protocol's thumb.
It's not quite the kitchen that they open the door into, but it must be close. An doorframe (minus the actual door) stands before them, and suddenly a tall, scrawny looking man appears. It would indeed be Jason Graham, who holds a knife in one hand (for cutting up fruit! It's even juicy still) and a bewildered look on his face.
"Lil? How— I'm so sorry, she's not supposed to open the door by herself and go outside. Bad Lil," he doesn't look angry, really, just shocked and surprised, but even then, the squirrel monkey lowers her head down in shame.
Called me bad.
"Get off the nice lady's shoulder now. I'm really sorry. Thank you for bringing her back. I'm going to have to change the door so she can't wander out anymore— she's never done this before— Lil, get down now."
Like it here, the monkey thinks, even if the man can't hear her. The way her tiny arms and hands wrap around Dee's head might be telling, though…
"Wow, she seems to like you a lot."
You're not bad, Dee says. You're being very helpful.
Dee's dealt with terrorists of a sort before. Poachers, in the savannahs of Africa. She's pretty sure she can handle this guy. He's not even pointing a gun at her. Sure, he's got a knife, but that's entirely different. Does he hurt people? she asks the monkey. Is he a bad man?
The answer to that question means everything. "It's no problem. She's actually really sweet— " Said as the monkey wraps her arms around Dee's head. The animal trainer can't help a giggle. "Yeah, animals tend to. Look, Mister Graham, there was something I wanted t'talk to you about anyway, while I'm here."
Looking at Micah from the corner of her eye, she nods. Trouble could be just around the corner.
Micah steps forward again as he glances around the room and then at Graham. He peers at Dee and then back at Graham. If the scientist is hiding his research it's probably somewhere here, right? In theory he couldn't hide it from the government if it was in his office (assuming he has an office). Wrinkling his nose, Micah wonders whether or not all government officials have offices.
It's as if Graham notices the looks at his knife, cause he quickly turns and sets it on the counter, while the monkey answers. Sometimes he burns himself. Or cuts himself. Clumsy. Needs a tail to grip things.
"I was in the middle of making a snack…" He looks at the kid with her, which probably nullifies much of his suspicion. "Hopefully I can help, but if you're wanting to buy my monkey, I'll have to say no to that. I'm rather attached to her." What else would random neighbor with his monkey want from him, right?
He got me away from this place where they stuck me with needles. Like him.
Dee's just going to dig right in. Nudging the door closed with her heel, she stands in front of it so that Graham can't get out.
"We know you're part of the Gamma Protocol. Don't even try to deny it. All we're going to do is waste time. I also know that the only thing standing between us and your people being able to control us is you. And It'll be over my dead body that that happens. I'm not going to be a weapon.
"And since you're caving, Micah and I are going to take you out of here and make sure you stay safe. We can't force you. But how long before they figure out you're sabotaging the formula, huh? If you want some good to come out of this, let us take control of the situation."
And.
"She's not your monkey any more than I am. She stays with you because she likes you."
"She's an awesome monkey," Micah notes before Dee delivers her speech. While she talks he shifts his weight uncomfortably as he glances from Graham to Dee again, wholly unsure how he'd react if he was in the agent's place.
"I'm Micah Sanders and we're here to rescue you…" his Skywalker moment is short-lived as he glances down at his feet. "Look Mr. Graham, I can help you. I can get you a new identity and help you disappear. I… talk to technology. You can live a normal life away from all of this — we can even help you get into another country if you want. Look, anything is possible. We just… we know that if we get controlled… we'll be used as weapons. That… it can't happen. It can't."
"I'm fourteen, Mr. Graham. I speak to technology. In the wrong hands? I could start nuclear war, I could essentially be Eagle Eye — ever seen that movie? But I'm not a weapon; I'm not a villain. I'm … I'm a kid."
That's a lot to suddenly dump on the guy, it looks like. Graham stands there for a few moments even after they finish, completely unable to speak, until he suddenly turns around and starts to walk away further into the apartment. Not the kitchen, where his knives and snack are, but toward the office, which looks familiar to Dee, if a lot smaller than it used to be.
He looks upset, the monkey thinks toward Dee, pressing tiny hand against the woman's nose, as if for comfort. The nose can't grip back, but… suddenly she lets go and leaps off of her shoulder to a set of ropes hanging from the ceiling close to the wall. Home-made monkey lines, that she'd not seen before. Moving along them at acrobatic speeds, Lil jumps and lands on the back of his head, making him stop.
"Ow, that's my hair," he complains, but reaches up to gently move her down to his chest. Where there's a shirt protecting any hair he might have there. Which isn't any, really, but it's the thought.
"Look— if I believe you, I'm— you shouldn't even know about Gamma. No one should. It's top secret, classified. And if you really have an— if you can do that, then you must know how much trouble you'd be in. If you disappear me, what's to stop them from restarting it without me? You think I'm the only bio-chemist they have on this project? I might not even be the only one who's figured it out."
It seems a lot more sincere coming from Micah. As if the only reason in the world for them to be doing this is because people like him, at this young age, haven't even really gotten to live yet. Dee's pretty tempted to put a hand on his shoulder, but she doesn't.
"And it tears apart families," she adds, without expanding on that. That should be enough.
He's upset because he wants to help us, but he doesn't think he can. Dee's not sure if that's a lie or not. For all she knows, this Graham guy could be going for a gun. But Dee needs the monkey on their side. "I know about Gamma because I have to." Evasive. But she's not ready to give up all her secrets yet. "I'm already in trouble, Mister Graham. Y'know why? Because I can talk to your monkey just like you and I are talking right now. In fact, I asked her to let us in. For that, no matter what I do, I'm a criminal.
"And hell. If we set them back even a month, that's more than we have now. Come with us. We'll trash your apartment. Make it look like you were kidnapped.
She slings her purse off her shoulder and pulls out a jar. It's filled with sludgy red liquid. "We can even make them think you've been murdered. This is pig blood. It's pretty close to human blood — enough that it'll fool some o' the people some o' the time. Long enough for us to find you a place to stay, anyway."
She sets the jar on the desk. "Time to choose a side, Graham. If you're not gonna come with us, then you can get back on that computer right now and email Mister Jensen. Tell him you have th' formula he's been lookin' for. Damn us all. 'cuz that's exactly what you're gonna be doin' if you give in."
Micah frowns deeply, "But… Mister Graham, Dee's right. They can't win; they can't. We can't let them. I know Alpha captures, Beta tests (I think), Epsilon tracks, Gamma controls, and Kappa is a black market to buy and sell human weapons. And there have to be more of them. At least three — a person doesn't skip over letters of the alphabet… unless they're naming vitamins." He pauses and shakes his head as he gets back on topic, "The protocols are a way to wage war that's never been possible before. Don't you see? It's not enough for them to segregate us and treat us like we're nothing; they want to use us."
"Look, the Protocols have taken everything from us. Everything from me. Beta protocol killed my parents in the summer. They captured me and my foster brother and used Epsilon on us. Then they had this guy, who is now my ally, kidnap me to catch my aunt. Who they tried to kill." Keyword being tried. "They can't have my ability too. I'd rather lose it then have them hurt people with it. That's not what it's there for. And if we have to, we'll find the other biochemists too. You talk like there's no hope! There is! I know there is! We have to believe that there is otherwise there's no reason to resist. And beyond that, Mister Graham, people like us deserve justice… being used because of what we can do is no way to live. Do you want to see children made into weapons? I've heard of child soldiers in the third world — this is just as bad!" Micah trudges after the biochemist. "Dee's right. You need to decide."
"I don't know anything about the other Protocols. I just know what I was given a Grant to do," Graham says, looking down at the monkey that apparently can hold a conversation about as well as he can. Lil reaches up and touches his nose, the thumb even going into his nostril a bit. She may not understand much of what's going on, but she wants him to listen to the animal lady.
"I did decide, I— I told him it couldn't be done. That it was impossible. How do you know all this? Did— did my computer tell you all this? Lil?"
If he wasn't working on Gamma Protocol, he might think he was the insane one, for even believing that this could be possible. "And I don't think your actually a criminal, unless you've done something criminal."
Dee scowls. Ferociously. Almost as if she's about to kill a few more poachers. "You were given a grant to figure out how to control people… and you accepted it?!" Her tone very strongly suggests that he's extremely lucky that Dee doesn't just kill him now. Living with lions has tought her that many interesting objects can be used as weapons. The very idea that someone handed this guy a check and said 'here, figure out how to control people!' and he did it makes her sick.
"No. There's more to it than that, isn't there?" Still scowling, she finally does give Micah a pat on the shoulder. "I'm not a criminal, not unless you count coming up with a fake ID to get on a plane back to the states should be prosecuted by having my soul ripped out through my ass," she says crudely. "Does it matter how I found out? You're not just imprisoning people. You're taking away everything that makes them them. What do you think it's like, being controlled, seeing your whole world in front of you and not being able to do a thing about it?"
She pauses, hesitating before asking, "If you could ask Lil, she'd tell you what that's like. I bet she hates it." But Dee's already apologised. She can bet anything that these Protocols don't consider their human weapons human enough to even spit at, let alone talk to.
"I have sources," Micah says as he continues to frown. "Do you know what they do to people like us? Right now they put us on beds, stick tubes in our noses and keep us barely conscious. They did that to babies." Well, toddlers. "And I'm not a criminal either. They call me a cyberterrorist. I'm not. I'm warning people like us about what's happening."
"You can make up for taking the grant… You can help us. You can be a hero. I know you can! You can make up for this!! I know you can! Help us. Help us stop this. You know it's wrong. If you didn't you would've given up the formula a long time ago… please…"
"Did you even think to ask what I took the grant for? I was developing a humane form of interrogation. I didn't understand how much it was capable of until I tried it out on people, and found out why it worked on some and not on others, and you don't know anything about what I was doing. Cause if you did, you wouldn't say things like that to me," Graham says, growing angry as he holds the tiny monkey against his chest. The monkey's tail flicks around worriedly. "I'm not imprisoning anyone. I've been keeping this out of their hands for months. You're not here to 'rescue' me. You're here to preach and rescue yourselves. And if you're going to be accusing me of things I had no idea about when I was just trying to protect people like you, then get out of here."
He turns away from them, and begins to move deeper into his apartment. The monkey moves to peek over his shoulder back at Dee, and then starts to tug on his ear. Why all upset. She's sad, cause everyone's arguing and mad, and she doesn't understand why.
"Look, Graham. I know how these people work. So does Micah. If you don't give them what they want, they're gonna make you disappear. And trust me. You'd rather have us making you vanish than them. 'Cuz they really will kill you."
Can you do me a favour? Just give his ear a little bite. Maybe it'll knock some sense into him.
Daphne gives Lil the option of doing it, even though she could easily force the animal to comply. She's not like the monsters that want to use sentient beings as weapons, and she won't become like them.
"And if trying to rescue ourselves is a crime, I don't know what else to tell you. You're the only person keeping us free right now. You're someone we need to protect. It's vital. You can see how necessary it is that you come with us."
Micah nods at Dee. "They are scary people. They do anything they can to get what they want." His lips press together tightly as he backs up. With another heavy sigh he shakes his head. "It's not just about us, Mister Graham. You have to understand what it would mean for the rest of the world if people like us were used as weapons." His eyebrows furrow as he backs up again.
"And I get that you've been protecting us, thanks for that, but… they're sneakier than you'd think. They used my aunt against me the first time I was caught. And the second time… they used me to get her. They're not above that." He rubs his eyes. "They will use anything they can to get what they want." His frown continues. "If you disappear… they can't use those things against you. Do you have a family? Friends? People you care about…? They can find out who is important and get to you to get what they want."
His ear doesn't taste good… the small monkey complains for a moment, before turning her head and suddenly biting down on the loop of his ear. At this point, Graham had already stopped moving away. There's a yelp of pain, a hand that goes up to pull her off of his eat, but he doesn't smack her, or throw her away. "Lil. Don't bite me." By the time he turns around, he even has moisture in his eyes. He'll probably blame the bite.
"Fine, I'll disappear. Just don't— I didn't know any of that, and I didn't even help them do any of that. So don't blame me for things that they were doing. If I didn't accept the grant, someone else would have. I don't even know how many people they have on the project. It's not like they send group mails…"
But there's a moment when he looks down, and then looks back up. "I'd rather not trash my place, or have pig's blood. I like my apartment." And he likes his stuff, that would get trashed with pig's blood… But… "Do you know anything about… A woman named Lilian?"
"Why do you think we're here?" Dee asks. "Instead of, you know, tying you up and carrying you away without you having any say. What I saw… look. Whether you're at fault or not - whether you ever were - that doesn't matter. What matters is, you've been hiding this from them, and we need to keep it hidden."
Thank you, Lil. You're a good monkey.
"I know you're a good person. Hell, how you interact with animals is really telling, Mate. And like I said, she likes you. So…"
They could leave the apartment intact. "You don't want to make it look like you left without a struggle. And you really don't want them looking for you." She looks at Micah, at the computer, then back at Graham. "You have any important stuff we should get out of here? Stuff the Protocol shouldn't have?"
"Lilian?" Micah asks as he shakes his head. "I don't know anything about a woman named Lilian. Is she a friend of yours? I can do some searching. I'm good at looking." Not that he's always good at finding.
His eyebrows furrow as he pads towards the computer. "I can delete it or move it or… whatever you want. I can make it completely untraceable — I just need to know what you want to do with the data."
"I… back when I started working on the Grant over a year ago there was a woman who was … I… I don't remember most of it. My memory's a little fuzzy, but I remembered her name. I named Lil after her," Graham explains, looking at the monkey, who keeps looking up at him with tiny eyes that somehow look big. They're not big, not compared to other eyes, at least.
"I remember that she made glass shatter. It— I don't remember how I was involved in it, or why I was there, but Jensen was there. And I was supposed to help pick up this woman. And…"
He shakes his head, squinting a bit. The monkey touches his face again, pushing. As if that'll help. "A little while ago I began to remember what happened. But it's not clear. It's like… Either way, I remember her. And I from what you say, she's probably being held somewhere right now."
As for what needs to be destroyed, he looks at his laptop and… "I don't keep it on that laptop. It's the one I use for email." And thus, vulnerable to hacking, since it's on the internet. He moves toward his closet, with his passenger, and opens it up, pulling out a smaller compact laptop. "I already shredded most my research notes. The only copy of the formula I made that I know of… I lost it. In the park. About six months ago. One of the test subjects I tried to question probably has it. But at least that means they probably don't… She wouldn't know what it really did, anyway. That's part of the formula. It— you wouldn't even remember being questioned or controlled."
Dee doesn't know anything about a Lilian. "I'm sorry," she says. "All I know is…" Well, she can't even begin to explain what she knows, or why she knows it. "All I know is that we need you to be okay. We need you safe." Or else why would she have seen what she did.
As for Micah, that kid's a godsend. Dee's tempted to ask him not to delete it all… To leave some of it so that they might use it themselves defensively. That never works in the movies, though. "Could you use the computer to find any of it that exists and delete it? Just… wipe it out so it can't be made? I mean, they'll probably have some backup, but this could set them back. Give us more time." He could get into her computer after she just asked the Internet for 'Rebel.' He opened the apartment's front door. Surely he could do something like that.
The fact that Graham lost a copy of the formula makes Dee feel just a little sick. "You wouldn't remember? You'd just— You'd just have huge chunks of your life missing?? That's it? That's what would happen?"
Shattering glass. Jensen. "So she was like us?" Micah asks cautiously before taking a deep breath. He bites his bottom lip before running a hand through his hair. "They have a lot of people like us. But… they've had her for over a year?" His jaw tightens somewhat involuntarily. "I. I was once in a building where glass shattered before the building — before it came down — " blinking hard to fight tears, Micah's eyes are now glistening and his shoes have become the most interesting object in the room. Clamping his mouth shut again, he shakes his head. Not everything is worth rehashing (particularly with strangers), even if it's still on the surface. Besides the circumstances could be wholly unrelated.
He holds his hands behind his back as he steps towards the compact laptop. "I can try to remove it here and… if I look at it, I could do a search for it. If any of the other biochemists are plugged into the internet I could… I could sabotage their progress, maybe. I just need to know what I'm looking for."
He extends a hand to the laptop, but hesitates a moment before glancing at Graham, "May I?"
"That's one of the rules of Gamma Protocol. If anyone else is on it, they're not supposed to keep their research on any computer that's networked. If they follow protocol you shouldn't be able to do anything. And I'd rather not give you the formula, either," Jason Graham says, hugging the computer close against his chest, while the monkey hangs out on his shoulder. "So if you don't mind, just trash my place, let me take my laptops, and we'll go. But I'm not giving it to anyone. I'll delete it myself, but if you can find me, you can probably find anyone else they have working on it, without needing my formula."
And even if he trusts them, he doesn't trust anyone with that. Though why hasn't he destroyed it himself already? "I made the whole formula myself. I don't think it was even just supposed to just work on you." But it did. "But— I just know you wouldn't remember anything that you said or did while being controlled. It was an unintended side effect." And one that he's sure they wouldn't have wanted him to get ri dof. It's helpful…
"I…" Lilian is a sensetive topic for them both, if she's the same woman. "Just do whatever you need to do, but I'm keeping my laptops."
Dee's hand pats Micah's shoulder again. She leans down, trying to meet his eyes so she can give him a smile.
"Well, I guess that's about what we can ask for. At least you'll be safe. Micah… Think you can get him outside? I have a little work to do in here." She reaches for the jar of pig blood again. She can make this look pretty damn real… After all, Dee's seen a massacre before. The image of it is burned in her brain, even if the lions weren't people to most of the population, they still loved and lived and enjoyed lying out under the sun. No one should be able to take that from anyone.
"Don't take anything but the laptops. Make them think they were stolen if they come looking for you. We'll get you clothes, whatever you need for Lil." How? Dee has no idea. She doesn't have an endless flow of cash, and she's kind of new at the whole kidnapping thing besides. But figuring that out as they go is better than leaving it to chance that Graham will be found.
She disappears for a moment, returning with one of the knives from the kitchen. She's got the handle wrapped in paper towel, since she'll be leaving it behind. "Hurry up, though. It's gonna get messy."
Lowering his hand, Micah nods, "That's fine. I don't need to see it." With another sigh, he nods at Dee and shoots her a weak smile. His cheeks flush at her smile as he trudges towards the door. Slowly he opens it, "We should go, Mister Graham. And… I can get money. I have a funder who… well they've provided me and my cohorts with a lot of resources." He shrugs. "You don't have to take anything other than the laptops."
Of course there would be less legal ways of getting the money on Micah's end, but that's left unspoken. Heroes don't steal unless they absolutely have to. And even then they're supposed to feel bad about it.
"Hear that, Lil? We're going somewhere else," Graham says, though he doesn't sound the least bit excited about it. While he knows all of what they said is likely true, it doesn't make him want to destroy his apartment, or play dead. Couldn't they kidnap him without wrecking the place? It's not like he's a skilled fighter. He couldn't relaly have stopped them— assuming they weren't a woman with a bit of a limp, and a teenager.
"So much for your perfect home," he adds, before moving to follow out the door. The Protocols have taken a lot from a lot of people… and now they've taken someone else's home. And Lil seems to be even more upset, over it.
Never got my fruit.
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