Hawksnest565

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"Hardly." Brianna scoffs. She looks away for a moment, thinking about the last young girl she experimented on. Those nightmares still came back some nights. Could she really go through it again? "Hrmm..." She glances at how close the two are to the city lights. "Good idea. We'll need to draw them here though." Her eyes glint for a moment. "Have you ever heard my 'scream for help'? That second girl looks old enough to come to the rescue."

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Brianna repositions the gun and checks the target in the scope. "Doesn't mean he should leave the job to us. He has a whole staff at the ready to do this very thing!" She looks at the little girl jumping around. "Ugh, not a little girl..." she thinks of her own young niece, living with her sister in a foreign country. She should video chat with them soon. She suddenly shoves the gun into Hunter's arms. "You take the shot. What do we do about the spare?"

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In a shadowy alley of one of the city streets very near to the two girls, Brianna watches with Hunter. She sighs and hefts her tranquiliser gun uncomfortably up to her shoulder. "I can't believe The Boss wants us to capture this girl ourselves. What are we, bodyguards? Goons?" The gun almost topples her. "How am I supposed to aim this thing?" She looks crossly at Hunter.

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Ambrose follows him out of the room. He blinks at the request. He smiles slightly at that and nods. "I like that idea. Thank you sir..." He puts the phone back in his pocket and looks down the hall warily. "Are you certain those two bad people are completely gone?"

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The Boss pretends to consider it, letting a hesitant expression hold on his face long enough for him to allow Ambrose to see it. He didn't want Ambrose's trust to be shattered should further experiment be needed. "Well, they're crafty... Just keep your door locked, alright? I can't imagine why they'd be so obsessed over you." He gently walks Ambrose to the elevator and takes him up the the very top of the facility where a cosy room awaited the boy.

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The Boss nods slowly and then walks out of the room. He holds the door open for Ambrose to follow. "I can understand that. Especially at your age. You don't want to bother anyone." He gives his cane a few taps on the floor as if to represent his thinking. "Tell you what, Ambrose. How about I be the one person you can ask for help no matter what? I'll never be bothered by your requests. If I ever deny them, it's for your own good."

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The Boss gestures for Ambrose to follow and opens the door. As he does, he glances back at the boy. "My son, you never called me." He points a finger at Ambrose's pocket where the phone was just visible. "All I wanted to do was help you."

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Aya was bothered by Vera's threat. Was she truly just going to be stolen away like some prize? Her cheek stung where Fabine's dagger had left its mark and she felt warm blood ooze onto her cold face. It was like an unspoken warning. Yet Fabine was no longer next to her, and she was never going to let him take Destin. She sensed the Rabins needed an opening to attack and stepped over Vera's foot with as much force as she could muster.

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The Boss stands up slowly and offers to help Ambrose up. "No tears, my son. This sadness will pass. I won't let the monsters find you anymore." In his head, he was running through what to do next. He'd received news of the sister Ambrose had. Now, how could he use that to twist the boy even more...? He wanted the shifters Ambrose knew to fall into the palm of his hand.

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The Boss held up his hands calmly. "Ah, not yet Ambrose! Not after what they did to you. You need to rest. There's a spare room next to my own, if you would like. I can even have my chef cook you up a proper meal. You must be starving."

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"You've met the only bad people." The Boss squeezes one of Ambrose's hand, careful to avoid the damaged area. "My family are wonderful people. Young people like you. Musicians, artists, engineers, scientists, businessmen... They live happily here." He feigns a dejected look. "Ah, but you don't belong here among them. You want to go home, don't you?"