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and settings are property of Sammy Studios, and are being used in this fanfiction without permission. This fic is rated R
for violence and sexual content, and it contains yaoi
material. C&C appreciated!

Ah! It�s been a while but I�m finally back to writing. This
chapter stumped me for a while is why it took so long� Sorry about the wait!

Thunder Falling
Chapter 10

With all the commotion her
double infiltration had caused that day, it wasn�t until later that afternoon
that I-no was finally able to shake all the officers off her tail. The mirror she had been charged to steal was
still secured tightly to her back, though the loss of her sapphire put her on
edge. But she trusted herself more than
anyone, and if her future self thought she needed it more, she knew it was the
truth.

As they had planned earlier,
she met with Eddie and their �guest� in a long since shut down school in
Paris�s northern quarter�Ky and his officers would
doubtlessly put their best efforts into searching the south, Paris� less
virtuous district. She found them in an
old classroom, Zato-1 seated on the teacher�s desk with Eddie resting on his
shoulder, Zappa seated in a leaking bean bag chair. The latter looked different than she
remembered; more innocent, maybe. He
watched her with wide, puppy-like eyes as she entered.

�Um�Miss I-no?� Zappa cleared his throat, glancing between
her and the corpse. �I appreciate you
breaking me out and everything, but�I was all right in there. Mr. Kiske was
trying to help me��

�What�s the matter, lose your
nerve?� I-no muttered, sauntering in.
She untied the cloak from her body so she could remove the mirror,
placing it into a cushioned satchel she had left in the room previously. It was better suited as a carrying case and
allowed her to wear the mantle properly, warming her chilled skin.

�Well, you see, Miss��

�He�s possessed,� Eddie spoke
up, his red eyes blinking slowly. �As
soon as we got out of there he became like this. The dog that helped you was a ghost.�

I-no frowned, regarding the
boy with a frown. �A ghost?� she
repeated. She leaned forward, staring
Zappa straight in the face�he blushed and tried to look away from the bare skin
the movement revealed. �How can you
tell?�

Zato-1�s corpse lifted a
hand, sliding back through his hair. �We
know something about the dead,� Eddie replied scathingly.

�Hmph. Is that so?�

�I think�he�s right, Miss,�
Zappa said sheepishly. �Officer Kiske tells me he�s seen all sorts of strange things happen
to me while I�m unconscious.�

I-no considered him a moment
longer, then stepped back, seating herself at one of
the desks. �A boy possessed by ghosts,�
she mused aloud. �And
a mirror.� There was also the
matter of her future self showing up; on her way through the city she had
caught some of the officers talking, and one reported that the second Sacred
Weapon had been stolen as well. There
was some connection, she was sure of it.
Though why she would be dragging an assassin and an empty-headed karate
master around was beyond her.

�Your boss really didn�t tell
you anything,� Eddie surmised.

�No,� she admitted. �But I don�t mind�I love surprises.� She smirked.
�Hear that, Kid? You�re coming
back with me to meet my master.�

�No.�

I-no frowned, glancing over
at the boy. She lifted an eyebrow. �Huh.
Welcome back.�

Zappa�s face had gone pale
again, much as he had looked when she first saw him. His eyes rolled over white. �He�s not going anywhere,� a voiced that was
just recognizable as his hissed. �Not with
a filthy whore like you.�

Eddie glanced to her, amused
and perhaps hoping for retaliation, but I-no only laughed�she had heard much
worse. �Sorry, but you don�t have a
choice. My master wants very badly to
meet you, and he doesn�t deal well with disappointment.�

�Fuck your master, and fuck
you,� Zappa hissed. �No one touches
him.�

The boy shuddered, and as I-no
watched a shadow formed over his left shoulder�looking, for an instant, like a
dark-haired woman leaning against him.
He was getting more interesting all the time. �A female ghost,� she chuckled. �I wouldn�t have thought.� She crossed her legs elegantly, flashing a
bit of thigh. �Are you�jealous?�

Zappa hissed, which only made
I-no laugh. �You don�t have to worry
about me,� she assured. �I have no
interest in a child. And my master is a
man.�

�Men are honorless
dogs,� Zappa spat, for a moment his eyes gleaming red. �Cock-driven lying thieving
bastards, all of them. No one touches him.� The ghost�s green and decomposed hand curled
like a breath of smoke against Zappa�s chin.

I-no�s patience broke a
little. �Listen Honey, you�re coming
back to China with me whether you like it or not. Got it?�

Zappa straightened, his eyes
narrowing to half. He twisted his hand
full around at the wrist, as if it were merely an idle habit. �You must do something for me.�

�Something?�

�There�s a man in Paris I
want.�

I-no frowned sharply. �I don�t have time to be solving everyone�s
petty grudges,� she muttered.

Eddie snorted off to her
left. �You promised me Venom,� he
reminded her. �For
helping in your fool stunt to begin with.�

�And I want a man,� Zappa
insisted. �Or I go nowhere.�

�All
right!� I-no sighed in exasperation. She was beginning to wish her master had sent
Raven along with her after all�this was turning out to be even more than she�d
imagined, and that had been a lot. �Sure
we�ve got Kiske and most of the global police after
us now, but whatever makes you both happy.
Christ.� She rolled her
eyes. �So who�s this man you want dead?�

�Axl
Low,� Zappa answered instantly, giving a shudder. �I want him.�

Eddie rose
a little higher up on Zato-1�s shoulder, looking almost curious. �From the Tournament?� He looked to I-no. �He was the one who kept me from killing
Venom.�

�So they�re together.� I-no relaxed into her seat, allowing a
relieved grin to break across her features.
�Well, then. That makes my job much easier.�

*****

Ky didn�t let his
healers keep him still for very long.
They finished repairing the bite wounds on his arm, and kept his neck
from bruising from I-no�s guitar hit. But his head was still throbbing and his
chest sore as he joined his men out in the field. They combed the city, turning out every known
thieves den and questioning anyone with even the slightest criminal record. The citizens of Paris were more than happy to
offer whatever information they had, which was admittedly very little, giving
him only the barest idea of where I-no and her allies had fled. The thought that she might have been with
Venom was making Ky furious,
and soon even his officers were keeping their distance. Most of them had never seen their leader
driven to such a state.

�Damnit!� Ky
forced aside the man they�d been questioning�Paris�s most notable snitch when
it came to digging up information. In
this case he had nothing to offer. �They
didn�t just disappear,� Ky
seethed, leaving the building. �If she could teleport that easily she wouldn�t have had to break
into both facilities in the first place.�

�What about the items she
stole?� one of the men suggested hesitantly.
�Could she have used one of those?�

�No, they�re not meant to be
used that way. They must still be in Paris!�

�Ky!� Bridget was pushing his way through the small
crowd of officers, dressed back in his bounty hunting outfit, except with long
sleeves and leggings to cover his skin in the chill air. He ran immediately up to Ky and grabbed his arm. �Is it true?� he asked briskly. �Zappa escaped from prison?�

Ky stared down at
him. �Where did you hear that?� he
demanded. �We haven�t released any of
that information yet.�

Bridget gulped, made wary by Ky�s harsh tone, but he held his
ground. �I�m a bounty hunter,� he
replied. �I can get information, too,
you know. Is it true?�

Ky sighed; he
couldn�t stay upset with Bridget watching him like that. �Yes, it�s true. He escaped with a woman, and a former master
of the Assassin�s Guild.�

Bridget�s shoulders sagged in
disappointment. �But�Zappa was nice to
me,� he said, trying to process what he was hearing. �Why would he do something like that?� He straightened. �Maybe he was kidnapped!�

�I�m sorry, Bridget, but I
don�t think that was the case at all.� Ky touched the top of his head,
managing a thin smile for him. �Don�t
worry about Zappa too much; we�ll find him.
Go on home.�

�What about you?� Bridget
insisted stubbornly. �We were out
looking for Venom all last night�you should be getting some rest, too.�

Ky shook his
head. Behind him, his men exchanged
sudden, almost hopeful glances. One of
them stepped forward. �Sir, I think the
young lady is right. There are plenty of
men on this case. We�ll notify you as
soon as any leads are uncovered.�

�That�s not acceptable,� Ky said immediately. �We are hunting some of the most dangerous
criminals in the world. I have to be
there when they�re uncovered.�

�None of us will act without
you, sir,� spoke up another officer.

�That�s right, Sir Kiske. We�re just
looking out for your well being.�

Ky started to
protest again, but Bridget tugged his arm, drawing his attention back. �You should come back,� he said, and if Ky had been in a better mood he
might have found the boy�s attempt at seriousness cute. �There�s�someone who wants to talk to you.�

Ky frowned, and
when he glanced away he caught a glimpse of moving shadow atop the building
he�d just exited. It left behind a feel
of familiar magic. His eyes
narrowed. �All right,� he murmured
distractedly. �I�ll go home for the
evening.�

His officers sighed with
relief, which he did not find entirely encouraging. He turned his attention to Bridget. �I think you should go home, too,
Bridget. Stay with your brother for
tonight. I�ll look after myself, I
promise.�

Bridget frowned and shifted,
clearly not liking the idea, but at last he gave in. �All right,� he said quietly. �But you�ll really go home?�

�You can escort me yourself,�
Ky offered. �We�ll take my carriage, and then I�ll have
the driver drop you off.� He took a step
back. �I need only a moment to instruct
my men.�

Ky spoke with his captains,
passing on his orders to continue the search and notify him at once if any new
information was discovered. They assured
him several times over that no action against the criminals would be carried
out without him present, and that he would be kept well informed. Once Ky
had their promises he finally relented to joining Bridget in the carriage for
the long ride back to his home.

It was dark when they
arrived, and the pair said their goodnights.
Ky even thanked
Bridget for thinking so hard on his well being, hiding the truth that he wasn�t
pleased about the interruption. But as
the carriage departed, carrying Bridget to his family for the night, he was
suddenly glad for the opportunity he�d been given. He glanced to the darkened roof. �I know you�re there.�

Testament hopped to the
ground, his leather giving a quiet billow.
He straightened. �I�m surprised
he convinced you,� he admitted. �I didn�t
think you would leave.�

�I didn�t want to.� Ky
started toward the house. �Come
inside. I don�t want anyone to see or
overhear us.�

Testament followed, though
there was reluctance in his step that Ky
didn�t blame him for. He had no plans
for a pleasant exchange. As soon as they
were inside�and Thunderseal placed in its
container�he turned to face the Gear with a steely expression. �Where is he?�

Testament met his gaze
evenly, as if he had been anticipating this.
�I said before I can�t tell you.�

�Something is going on,� Ky said, wasting no time in
raising his voice. �If Venom is working
with that woman I-no, it means he�s probably also working for the man who
created Gears!�

�That doesn�t make any
sense,� Testament tried to reason with him, maintaining his composure. �Bridget and I heard that the woman was
working with Eddie. He and Venom just
tried to kill each other�would they really be working together under one
master?�

�I have no idea how the mind
of a criminal works,� Ky
snorted. �All I know is I-no used Eddie
to break into my headquarters, and
then another used Venom to break into the R&C building.�

Testament frowned. ��Another� I-no?�

Ky sighed;
exhaustion was making his anger difficult to hold onto. �There were two,� he explained. �In the same place at once,
showing up a few minutes apart.
They seemed to know each other.�

�Twins?� Testament suggested.
�If there�s more than one, that makes more sense than if Eddie and Venom
are working together again.�

Ky nodded, though
when he realized how the subject had changed he scoffed. �That�s beside the point,� he told the Gear,
glaring him down again. �Whatever�s
going on, these criminals have already killed three men and injured several of
my officers�my men, Testament, my
comrades. And you know where they are.�

�The man has done nothing
against me,� Testament replied. Strain
was beginning to show in his face. �When
I decided not to kill humans I didn�t mean only the ones I like.�

Ky stiffened,
glaring at him now as if having been somehow insulted. �Are you saying,� he asked sternly, �that the
head of an assassin�s guild should
not be brought to justice?�

�I�m saying I don�t want you
to kill him without listening to his story.�

Ky�s hands
clenched. �I can�t promise that.�

�And why
not?� This time it was Testament�s voice that
pitched sharply. �I�m only asking that
you give him the chance I gave you.�

That stopped Ky�s arguments for a moment as the
words sunk into him. His face twitched
as he tried to generate a response. �Why
are you doing this?� he asked at last.
�You don�t know him. It shouldn�t
make any difference to you whether we capture him or not. If this is some attempt of yours to teach me
a lesson, you�ve picked the wrong time for it.�

He met Testament�s gaze, and
knew he was right; the Gear shifted anxiously and lowered his eyes. It was a victory, but not one Ky could be proud of. Whatever game Testament was playing, he was
putting it above his soldiers and his order, above the safety of the city he
had been charged to protect. It was
unacceptable, but it was starting to make him realize that the other thought it
important. And he was starting to feel
vaguely ill.

�Ky�.� Testament shook his head. �I went back to the house I left Venom at
earlier today,� he confessed at last. �A small healer�s hut in the south. And I didn�t find him there.�

Ky remained still,
staring. �He was gone.�

�Yes. I didn�t even find the healer.� He took a step closer. �Do you understand, Ky? I know this is important to you. No matter how good a healer, Venom shouldn�t
be able to move right now with the injuries he sustained, let alone do anyone
harm. I always planned to go back for
him, to�hear his side, so when Bridget and I heard about what happened I
checked for myself.�

Ky�s shoulders
drooped; he didn�t know what he was supposed to think about that. �And you were wrong,� he said quietly. �The Venom I saw today could move just fine.�

�I�m not lying,� Testament
immediately defended himself. �I was with him�he was badly injured.�

�No, I�� Ky
sighed. �I believe you,� he admitted,
growing too weary to continue their verbal bout. He turned, heading further into the
house. �Two I-nos,
two Venoms�? And Chipp
Zanuff�� He
rubbed at his eyes. �None of this makes
any sense.�

Slow footsteps followed him
into the kitchen, but Ky
ignored the other for a while as he removed his gloves and began to prepare
himself the tea he had neglected that morning.
It wasn�t until then that he realized his hands were shaking a little,
and he swore.

Testament watched him from
the counter. �Ky.�

�Where are they coming from?�
Ky muttered in half-hearted
anger. �We�re the Global Police. We�re supposed to be able to deal with these
things. Beasts and
criminals and magicians.� He
selected a brand of bitter oriental tea that usually helped to calm his
nerves. �And now all manner of madmen
are running free in my city. This is our
time for freedom! Do they care nothing
for all we�ve fought for? Men and women
gave their lives to free everyone
from Justice, even them! And yet now
they��

Ky paused, his eyes
thinning as he drew down the tea cup he had instinctually reached for; a small
Italian style cup decorated with green, hand-painted Corsican roses. He licked his lips.

�Ky?� Testament ventured closer now that he had
grown quiet. He stared down at the object
in his hand. �I thought you didn�t use
your tea cups.�

�Not all of them, but
these�� Ky reached into the cupboard to pull down the second
cup and saucers that went with them. He
brushed his fingers over the designs. �I
wish you wouldn�t move around the city so much,� he murmured in an abrupt
change of subject.

Testament�s expression
softened. �No one will see me.�

�But if someone did�� Ky
set the cup down as he turned to face Testament. His chest tightened a little. �There�s already so much going on, if anyone
found out there was a Gear involved as well, there�d be chaos!�

�And you wouldn�t be able to
protect me,� Testament filled in.

�Yes�� Ky
shook his head. �You shouldn�t have
come,� he said quietly, tearing the words from some deep, shameful part of
him. He didn�t know if they were true or
not, but they hurt to speak. �It�s
insane, isn�t it? That either of us
thought we�.�

Testament was watching him
very closely now, and the weight of his eyes was making Ky nervous.
�Thought we what?� he prompted.

Ky licked his lips,
stalling. �You�ve seen what it�s like,� he muttered, turning away to keep his water from
boiling over. He poured two cups and
added the tea bags. �Even when it�s not
a holiday I don�t have a moment�s rest.
These people are depending on me.
I haven�t even had a regular lover in years, let alone��

�Is that what we are now?�
Testament interrupted him. �Lovers?�

�I�� Again Ky
faltered, stirring his tea with greater agitation than was necessary. �No.
Of course not�it was one night. Neither of us was in any
kind of state of mind to��

He
broke off when he happened to glance back, catching the expression Testament
was fixing him with. He gulped. �That is��

�I�m
not a fool, Ky,� Testament told him, his gaze even. �I was there�I know what happened.� He took another small step forward, so that
the leather from his clothing swayed, and brushed against Ky�s knee when he stopped. �And we both know it wasn�t just about one
night. I wouldn�t have come this far if
it were.�

Ky�s shoulders drooped. �I know,� he admitted quietly. �But it doesn�t mean I know what to do about
it.�

Testament
watched him. He hadn�t appeared nervous
before, but now he seemed to be getting there.
�Do you want me to leave?� he asked simply.

�No...that�s not what I want.�

�All
right, then.�

They
were both still a moment, not meeting each other�s eyes, as awkward as
teenagers. Abruptly Testament�s
expression broke in a weary smile.
�Maybe we�re both fools after all.�

Ky lifted his head, but before
he could question Testament leaned down to meet his lips in a kiss. It was brief, and when Ky was released he sighed quietly. �Maybe,� he agreed.

They
kissed again, and for a moment Ky
felt a flicker of warmth he remembered from the beach so many months ago. From the morning when he awoke to find
Testament�s face too close to his own.
Whatever they had done in their time shared in Sardinia to understand
and console each other, whether or not their sympathy had been genuine, there
was no mistaking the thrill of simple attraction. As an officer Ky hated to admit that he could be swayed by
something so base. But there were only
so many nights he could spend alone.

When
Testament slid closer Ky
welcomed him fully this time, twisting his arms around the Gear�s steady
shoulders. Testament must have been
feeling the same as he was; though his affections were hesitant, Ky could sense the tension of
excitement he was trying to hide. They
kissed, Ky�s back pressed to
the counter top, until a quiet clatter drew their attention. When warm liquid splashed over Testament�s
fingers he pulled Ky back to
spare his uniform from staining.

Ky twisted, still caught up in
Testament�s arms, to see what had happened�one of the tea cups had spilled off
its saucer and emptied its contents across his counter. He quickly checked the cup for blemishes and
was relieved to find it perfectly fine.
He sighed as he righted it and started to reach for a towel. �I�ve been trying to drink this tea all day,�
he murmured in good humor.

Testament
drew him away from his attempt to clean the mess. �It can wait a while longer.�

By
then the coaxing wasn�t necessary, as Ky
was already giving in. His better sense
was warning him against it, and he wondered briefly if he should have been
ashamed that defying it was so satisfying.
He wasn�t the kind of man that came home from work to a companion. Even if he and Testament were only pretending
to share a relationship, for now the distraction was welcomed.

Testament
tugged him out of the kitchen, but they didn�t make it as far as the
stairs. Ky stopped him by the sofa�if they were going to be
spontaneous about this, they might as well have gone all out.

Ky reached out, beginning to
undo the myriad of buckles that made up Testament�s outfit. When he had a good enough idea of what he was
doing that he didn�t have to look, he tilted his head up for a kiss, which the
other eagerly reciprocated. Ky pulled back with a quiet
sigh. �In the morning,� he told
Testament softly, �you�re going to take me to that healer�s house.�

Testament�s
posture sagged a little, his hands stilling where they had lifted for Ky�s fastenings. �It means that much to you,� he murmured.

�It�s
my city, and my duty. It means
everything to me.� Ky met the Gear�s eyes seriously. �But if you want to talk to him before he�s
put to death�to �hear his story��I�ll allow it.�

Testament
watched him silently for a moment, unmoving even when the leather around his
waist loosened and slipped to the ground.
Finally he nodded. �All right. I
will.� He returned to freeing Ky of his thick belt.

�This
isn�t about you,� Ky tried
to assure him as he loosened the fabric around Testament�s chest and shoulders,
letting it fall as well. �You can think
me a hypocrite if you want. But whatever
the circumstances Venom still works for the Guild, and therefore the Bureau. I can�t afford to lose him now.�

�Ky.� Testament touched his chin, tilting Ky�s face up. His red eyes gleamed seriously in the
dark. �You were wrong about me,� he
reminded the officer evenly.

Ky stared back at him, and
with a sigh finally relented. �All
right,� he begrudgingly murmured, shifting his weight uncomfortably. �I�ll...listen to his story myself. Then
we�ll decide what should be done with him.�

�That�s
all I wanted to hear.�

Testament
kissed him firmly, making Ky�s
toes curl. They tried to take their
time; relieving each other of their clothing, exploring the patches of uncovered
skin with curious hands and lips. They
had only known each other like this once before, in a moment of youthful
desperation, and that memory rose in Ky
so vividly now that his heart pounded against his ears and make his lips tingle
as he sought another kiss. Testament�s
body was warm with old magic, and it attracted Ky in a way that only magic ever could. As if reaching into his instinct, urging him
on.

Despite
the tenuous beginnings, once the last articles of clothing were scattered
across Ky�s small living
room the pair gave in to several months of guilty imaginations. They paused only to fetch a decent enough
bottle from the kitchen with which to ease the reunion. And then Testament was turning the officer
about, urging him to kneel on the sofa with his chest facing its tall,
cushioned back.

Ky�s breath hissed quietly as he
braced himself, Testament slipping up behind him. �I don�t know if my furniture can take this,�
he confessed. His concern was quickly
forgotten when Testament�s chest, already warm and moist with sweat, pressed up
against his back. It had been a long
time since he had allowed another man to take him like this. The gentle brush of soft black hair against
his shoulders, of smooth, strong hands feathering over his hips and between his
legs, made his heart jump.

�You
can buy new furniture,� Testament replied, plying him gently with oil-slick
fingertips. Breathless with want he
carefully positioned himself, and Ky
arched his back, anticipating his next action.

He
knew it was going to hurt, and it did�his hands clenched around the sofa back
hard enough to make the wood creak in complaint as muscle stretched. But the pain only made it more real, filling
him with relief that this was no mere dream of his. For that, he could bare to be sore
afterwards.

Testament was a very
different lover than Ky had
been for him. Using the sofa back as
leverage each movement of his body against Ky�s was smooth, even, and powerful. Ky
wasn�t used to such controlled strength moving through him, and he was soon
trembling, whispers of pleasure seeping from his parted lips. Testament mouth fumbled wetly against the
side of his neck in crude, breathless kisses.
Every firm thrust of the Gear�s hips seemed to scrape the entire length
of their bodies together; Testament�s heaving chest to Ky�s arched shoulders, tightened abdomen to the small
of his back, quivering thighs to the backs of his legs. Never idle in his lovemaking Ky pushed back against him every
time, strongly, doing his best to match the unfamiliar but captivatingly steady
pace.

Ky would tell
himself later that, had he not been weary from his trials that day, he would
have held out longer�if only to enjoy the press of toned muscle against his
back a few moments more. His climax had
built with such relative gradualness that by the time it swept over him, he had
long awaited the deep, pulsing waves of mind-numbing sensation. His body tightened with a slight twinge of
pain around Testament�s yet buried flesh.
A moment later Testament�s arms wound around his chest as he, too, gave
in to release. Their joined, hoarse
voices echoed in the darkened room.

Ky licked his lips
around long gulps of needed air. He
would have slumped forward over the sofa if not for Testament�s arms around
him�he always devoted himself so fully to his intercourse that it left him exhausted afterwards.
When Testament pulled carefully out of him he turned, resting against
his side so he could see the Gear�s face.

Testament was still breathing
hard himself. His usually immaculate
hair stuck slightly to his face and neck from his sweat, his pale skin
flushed. The sight of him made Ky�s eyes widen a little in
appreciation, and though he intended some remark he found himself craning his
head for a kiss instead. Testament
smiled against his mouth.

�You�re a very�vigorous
lover, Ky Kiske,� the Gear
murmured.

Ky chuckled. Fatigue and euphoria were making him
light-headed, and he stayed a moment longer at Testament�s lips, pretending, for
a while, that this was all that mattered.
�I have to make each time count,� he replied. But as they both calmed
their setting and situation returned to him. �Testament��
He sighed. �I�m sorry I hit you
this morning.�

Testament was quiet a moment,
and then he slid a hand up Ky�s
back, curling gently against the back of his neck. �It�s all right. Just try to remember, Ky, you can�t be responsible for everything that goes
wrong. I know it�s hard on you. But you can�t make everything right by yourself.�

�I can try. Someone has to.�

�You�re too hard on
yourself.�

�Maybe.� Ky took a deep breath, finally
urging Testament back so he could push carefully to his feet. �But I can�t help it. It�s just something I have to do.� Once upright he paused to stretch,
interrupting their serious conversation a moment. He winced a little at the sting in his lower
back. �It really has been a while.�

Testament stood as well,
seemingly content to end the discussion for now. �You�re going to be exhausted tomorrow. Let�s go to bed.�

Ky nodded, allowing
Testament to lead the way up to the second floor. Another night of passion and he still didn�t
really understand where that left them.
As they settled into bed together he decided it best not to worry about
it now�there would be plenty to occupy them come morning.

*****

As Testament had promised,
the next day he led Ky
through the city to the white house on Rue Beaubourg. The sun had not even risen yet as Ky burst through the tall door and
into the moderately furnished household.
There were unwashed dishes in the sink.
But the bed had not been slept in, and there was no trace of anyone
inside. No tall, bag-wearing doctor, no
long-haired assassin. Testament had been
right�they were gone.
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