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While Oleander was already making their way out the window, Matias took a moment to stare at Midnight from where he stood. He half expected her to start moving, and he half expected to start fighting her again to make her stay. The grim reality settled, however, and he set the thought aside.

"Alright," he sighed, "let's get a move on."

He took the lift downstairs, feeling he might need as much energy in his legs as he could muster. The sun coated him nicely as he made his way to the van. He was looking through his keyring to open the back door when he suddenly heard a familiar clicking followed by a thud.

"Do you just not walk anywhere?" Matias asked, turning to face the source.

"IT IS IN MY NATURE TO FLY," Oleander replied, "NOT TO MENTION MORE CONVENIENT."

"Well, stay on the ground. We need your help getting over there."

"AFFIRMATIVE."

Now Matias was wondering if there was more metal than flesh composing the damn thing.

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Matias looked like he was about to burst, but Oleander stepping forward kept him from erupting. Still, he gave the moth a scowl as he swallowed back his profanities.

"Clearly you know way more than me," he huffed, "so you go ahead. Fucking bug."

Oleander gave Matias a two-second glance and nothing more.

"LET IRIS STAY WITH LADY MIDNIGHT," they signed, "THE SOONER WE CAN INVESTIGATE THE MATTER, THE SOONER WE CAN END THIS. I SUSPECT THAT CLOAKING IS BEING UTILIZED TO HIDE THE BASES, BUT THAT TECHNOLOGY IS HIGH ENERGY AND DETECTABLE."

"Hence the coordinates," Matias chimed in, waving his phone in his hand.

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Sorry for the late reply but yeah sounds good ! I'll try to reply to this by tomorrow, juggling life rn but I'll get to it. Thanks so much

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hey I'm back, I'm rly sorry for ditching this suddenly, I really should've said something. I'm feeling much better mentally, I think I'm ready t get back into RP. Was wondering tho if you were still interested in doing this rp ? Fully understand if you don't, it's been a while

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Matias's eyes rolled a near-perfect 180 degrees backwards. He wasn't having it.

"First of all..."

His hand opened over Midnight's bedside, his palm pointing up.

"... Look at her. Do you really think she's in the state to be going out? This is the third time or something that she's passed out for one reason or another. I'm getting a little tired of it, personally. Second..."

His nail tapped on his phone screen.

"It doesn't matter what the bug fucking said, the base is where I showed you it was. Which, by the way..."

He suddenly took his free hand and lightly patted Oleander's stomach, which was all his height really allowed him to reach. This was much to Oleander's distaste, however, and they backed up.

"The big guy told us about. Alright? Alright."

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Matias looked at the two like they stunk. He shook his head after his initial expression of displeasure.

"No, you idiots. Obviously it's not directly in the damn place. Hold on."

In the middle of his talking, he had pulled out his phone. He once again found himself looking at his search history, once again looking for that string of numbers, and once again pulling it up. With a sigh, he showed them the map, full of green.

"Look. It's miles away in the middle of nowhere. Even if they didn't cloak or whatever, this wouldn't be easy to find."

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Matias pulled himself off the bed and examined the innards of the box in as much detail as he could muster. Files upon files were flush against each other in their cardboard containment. At random, he picked two sheets out out. He squinted as he read the contents.

"These fuckers hide their tracks even within themselves," he grumbled, "I mean.. Base PV-1... And this one, R-3... What the hell does that mean?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of treads hitting wood. He looked over, and Oleander was now towering over him.

"PIXIE VILLAGE. RINHALA. THERE ARE BASES THERE."

"How do y–?"

"I HAVE SEEN ONE SOUTHEAST OF PIXIE VILLAGE. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO GO THERE."

"...Me???"

"YES. I TOLD YOU WHERE IT WAS."

Matias looked at the bug with huge, confused eyes which drifted off to the side as he attempted to recall past events. Then it hit him.

"... The second note... Okay, I remember now. So that's where they're being held..."

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As Oleander sat themselves down to look at their paper, Matias rose.

"Aren't there other files in that box you found? She's gotta be in there somewhere in considering how she hasn't resurfaced yet."

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Oleander didn't look from the paper even when Bane approached. Only their hands decided to make contact by speaking.

"YES. THE SAME MOTIVE, AT LEAST."

One hand moved forwards, pushing the topmost sheet from its place to further reveal the others. The contents were more or less the same, the only difference being who was being experimented on. One seemed to have caught their attention because they proceeded to pull it towards their face to read it more closely.

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"Hrmm..."

Matias turned to Midnight from where he laid. Not that he expected her to shoot up and start talking now, but he hoped that her bedridden state would last a night at most.

"THEY ARE EXPERIMENTING ON EVERYONE."

Matias looked towards the monotone voice. He saw a giant moth hunched over some wordy sheets of paper.

"POWER EXTRACTION. PAIN ENDURANCE. LABOR PRODUCTIVITY. THEY DID ALL THIS TO THIS SUBJECT. THEY MUST HAVE DONE THE SAME WITH MY COMRADE."