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A few moments I have, so I'm copy and past this:

The FBI headquarters. Quite a wonder to see, the work of Hoover, Mark thought. And then, out loud, very intentionally, he remarked, "Well, wouldn't it be NICE if I didn't have these handcuffs on!"

The FBI agent holding him to the left bumped him, more like a warning, and muttered. "Not now."

Then a different voice came, a deep one. "Well, it'd be nice for you. But, you're a federal fugitive, and if you walked in the FBI like that, it would cause quite a panic, no?"

Mark shrugged, then stopped. Without turning around, he said, "Sure, sure." He paused for a moment, then, in a sarcastic tone, said, "So, tell me, "Inspector" Gray. Why are the Interpol and FBI working together against this syndicate? I thought the last incident that happened would've stopped such an alliance."

The reply came accompained with a deep sigh and through gritted teeth. "I'm working with you, not because I like it, but for the sake of the world. So just make it bearable, will you?"

"Oh, and it's bearable for me?" For emphasis, he rattled his handcuffs. Mark sighed, then said, "I know of the incident. Quite an excellent cover-up. Of course, considering the fact it occured in war, not so much. Truth is cheap in war."

"I had nothing to do with that. I wasn't even in the Interpol back then."

Mark shrugged again. "K." He then started walking.

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Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry (x infinity) :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

No, I'm sorry. I'm a little harsh on these things... *sighs* *clunks on head*

I think there's enough room for us to be split up into pairs. And Brise... well... she's a girl, and no matter how much we trust those three guys, it just isn't proper to leave a fifteen year old girl with a bunch of teenage boys. I'll write.

*********************

Nero fidgeted restlessly on his bed, pressing the buttons of his DS at lightning speed as he played Call of Duty, trying to fight back the demons that threatened to break him open. Damn that man... After managing to forget it for all these years... The feeling of something warm, wet and sticky covering his fingers, the scent of rust filling his nostrils, that foggy red haze obscuring his vision as fear racked his mind, his body, paralyzing him. He could still remember it, he had never truly forgotten. He'd only trapped it, kept it where it couldn't be seen, but now it was starting to exit the darkness.

Screams, not his own, but of- them. And then those people, those people who had tried to storm him, the fury, the moment where he lost all control and became nothing more than a wild feral animal, lashing out, and- Nero shivered, clutching his sides as if to keep himself whole. He didn't want to remember, he didn't want to remember it just as much as he knew Chaos wanted Laela to be alive. That memory was the bane of his existence, the thing that stalked his footsteps, threatening to pull him under, knotting his stomach with tight, tight knots. Why did he have to bring it up? Why, why, why, why?

********************

Yep, I've already decided what happened to Nero. But I'm only giving hints. However, I tell you know, if I redrew Nero right now, there would be a whole lot of blood in the drawing....

If you don't tell us we might mess it up. :rolleyes:

A few moments I have, so I'm copy and past this:

The FBI headquarters. Quite a wonder to see, the work of Hoover, Mark thought. And then, out loud, very intentionally, he remarked, "Well, wouldn't it be NICE if I didn't have these handcuffs on!"

The FBI agent holding him to the left bumped him, more like a warning, and muttered. "Not now."

Then a different voice came, a deep one. "Well, it'd be nice for you. But, you're a federal fugitive, and if you walked in the FBI like that, it would cause quite a panic, no?"

Mark shrugged, then stopped. Without turning around, he said, "Sure, sure." He paused for a moment, then, in a sarcastic tone, said, "So, tell me, "Inspector" Gray. Why are the Interpol and FBI working together against this syndicate? I thought the last incident that happened would've stopped such an alliance."

The reply came accompained with a deep sigh and through gritted teeth. "I'm working with you, not because I like it, but for the sake of the world. So just make it bearable, will you?"

"Oh, and it's bearable for me?" For emphasis, he rattled his handcuffs. Mark sighed, then said, "I know of the incident. Quite an excellent cover-up. Of course, considering the fact it occured in war, not so much. Truth is cheap in war."

"I had nothing to do with that. I wasn't even in the Interpol back then."

Mark shrugged again. "K." He then started walking.

Nice job. I was wondering when you'd bring Gray back into the story. And after a reread...I find it intriguing. As usual.

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If you don't tell us we might mess it up. :rolleyes:

I'll reveal it in due course... I already have all the imagery in my head and I'd be sad if I didn't get to write it.... Of course, it'd also be a waste if it were inserted with bad timing.

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Hmm...well right now you're resting in our room.....and tomorrow John is going to set up a plan and stuff...and we're waiting for Nero to tell us his past...any more questions? x)

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Yes, we're in the FBI. No, they didn't. They're with us now. x) Good ppl. xP

Edit: HIIII AKA-CHAN~!!! xDDDDDDDDD

Thanks for this valuable information.

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Some FBI guy. And Wild-chan, I wouldn't suggest hinting to Nero about the past thing... It involves murder, and with that on his mind, he might get awfully close.

*******

Chaos, Nero, Brise, and Krev walked into the cafeteria without a sound- no talk of their varied pasts, and even Nero wasn't grumbling about coffee. But to no surprise, he drank extra, with chocolate syrup, caramel, whipped cream, with several expresso shots. From the sullen look on his face, and his glowering, dark serpent-green eyes, one would only guess he was trying to alleviate a bad mood. But his coffee drinking went deeper than that- he knew if he closed his eyes at night the nightmarish memories would swamp him, pull him under, let him up for a gasp of air right before he suffocated, and then drag him down again. Coffee was merely a way to banish sleep, and therefore dreams. No dreams, no nightmares. One of Nero's unspoken, unknown policies.

The other group was already there, and Aeyra was happily digging into a plate of a sunny-side up fried egg, a side of bacon, sausages, and pancakes slathered with maple syrup and whipped cream. The FBI might have been a place for fighting crime, but their food, thought Aeyra, could be just as famous. Of course, this was coming from someone who'd just gone over a week without a decent meal, fast food definitely didn't count as high-quality food, but Aeyra put KFC and Boston Market on the exception list, so it might not have been the most trustworthy opinion. Content, Aeyra peeked over curiously to Nero, who had naturally caught her attention by a.) being a foul mood, b.) he looked like he'd had a nightmare, and c.) The only thing with high levels of sugar or caffeine in his breakfast were his mocha and his latte. And the dozen and a half other empty bottles of Frappochino.

Observing him closely, and them comparing him to Chaos, Krev, and Brise, she realized he was taking this past thing a whole lot harder than anyone else. Krev was always calm, so it hadn't shaken him as hard as it would a normal person, Brise couldn't remember, but trying didn't seem to be oak ing her, and Chaos hadn't given a damn in the first place. Nero looked just as stiff as he had yesterday, rigid as a board, trying to conceal the inner rage that swirled beneath his pale skin. Anyone could have seen that John was verbally jabbing Nero at all the weak spots he could hit- the future boss thing, the praise, the way he'd slowly built up to Nero's story, as if testing the boy to see how hard he had to squeeze in order to make him pop. And then the calm, non-threatening threats, the false encouragement, the cruel way he'd tormented Nero, haunting him with a past the boy clearly didn't want to remember. Aeyra didn't like John at all- he made her uncomfortable, and that just about guarantees that she'd be extremely wary of him.

"Greetings, Team!" John appeared at the doorway, and Nero immediately directed his gaze at the 't' on the Starbucks lable. "Are you ready to start today?" Only if it involves injuring you... Nero gave the consonant a nasty glare.

******

How was it? Someone else can plan the routine, routine bores me.

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Nice~^^

What do you mean the hinting to Nero thing..? Sorry....xS.......can't remember...xS

You were telling Chelsea that we trying to get Nero to tell us his past... Not a very good idea, and frankly, it'll be way too out of character. If anyone tells his story, it'll be Chaos, because they can't speak for themselves but will speak for each other. They're really best friends... I was thinking about making them brothers, but decides it wouldn't be epic enough. >.< I want to write that scene too... ... ... But it's still much, much too early...

(random thought: how long do you think this story is? Above 250000 words? Or less?)

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Ohhh...right. Sorry....xS

But I believe I said "we're waiting for him to tell us his past"... Whatevs though. I can't remember anyways and I'm too lazy to go back..xP

I have no idea since I wasn't here until...more than half the story? But I would think yes..

And yes it is, KKLT-chan, yes it is!! xP

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