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This fic is rated R for violence and sexual content, and it contains
yaoi material.

Culmination
Chapter
6

�That
looks like just about it,� Johnny declared, setting the last crate down in the
back of their small motor-cart. It was a
relatively compact vehicle, barely seating four people, but there was just
enough space to store most of the basic provisions they�d gathered during their
shopping venture. The rest�including new
parts for the ship�he�d arranged to be delivered directly. A quick glance at their purchases assured him
that they had all they needed for now.

�There�s
only room left for one person to ride,� May said with a frown, poking at the
mound of supplies.

�You
can drive it, then. Bridget and I will
walk back.� Johnny tilted his hat up,
surveying the streets for any sign of their missing companion. �I wonder where he could have gone off to�.�

May
shook her head stubbornly. �Bridget can
drive�I�ll walk back with you.� When it
didn�t look as if Johnny were paying attention she set her hands on her hips. �Johnny�� She broke off suddenly when she saw
his hand slide to the handle of his sword.

�Looks
like he brought some friends along,� Johnny said with a hint of a smirk.

The
crowds along the street parted, making way for the sprinting teen and,
apparently, his flock of pursuers.
Johnny only took a moment to confirm their identities�one of the cloaked
figures had been freed of his hood, revealing the crude, metallic face of one
of the robotic Ky-impersonators. Bridget
was running only just fast enough to keep ahead of them, being weighed down by
the bags he carried. They were closing
fast.

�May�get
going.� Johnny adjusted his
sunglasses. �You and Bridget get back to
the ship.�

�But
Johnny��

�Don�t
worry, there aren�t that many of them.
Get going.� He offered her a
brief smile before breaking out in a run, heading straight for Bridget and the
charging machines.

�Johnny!� When Bridget noticed his approach he grinned,
looking intensely relieved. �They�re
really annoying!� One of the robots was
nearly upon him, a shift in its cloaks indicating a weapon about to be
brandished.

�Get
down.� Johnny leapt at the pair;
Bridget threw himself obediently to the ground,
allowing him to easily sever the head of the closest robot in a flash of drawn
steel. He collided with another a moment
later, sending them both tumbling across the dusty street�he rolled, on his
feet a moment later as the robots each skidded to a halt. Their brightly glowing eyes swiveled,
accompanied by the quiet whirl of machinery, as they turned their attention
away from Bridget.

�JELLYFISH_
PIRATE_ JOHNNY,� one of them reported.

�ORDERS_ ARE_ TO_ TERMINATE_ UPON_ DISCOVERY.�

�COMMENCING_ ATTACK.�

Johnny�s
lip twisted. �Fantastic.�

Bridget,
meanwhile, had already clamored to his feet and was reaching May with the
cart. �Take this,� he instructed,
thrusting his bags into her chest. She
had to scramble to keep them from falling, and before she could utter some
curse he�d already turned, slipping both yo-yos into his hands. �Johnny!�

Johnny
glanced up just as a sword blade swept inches from his face. �Shit�� He dodged backwards but the blasted
things were fast, moving together like a swarm.
He was beginning to realize even from the short exchange why they had
given Ky so much trouble. �Bridget�take May
and get out of here!�

�You�ll
need help!� Bridget shot back, charging headlong into the group of robots. Fortunately they seemed to be focusing all
their attention on Johnny for the moment, and he managed to strike one squarely
in the back of the head. It reeled,
metallic skull dented, but a moment later it had turned on him with full
force. Bridget�s smaller body and
greater speed gave him just enough of an opening to dart out of the way of its
counterattack.

�Damn
pests�� Johnny
finished off one of the machines, but almost immediately afterwards another
pair swept upon him. The sword from one
cut dangerously close�it wasn�t until a moment later that he realized it had
sliced cleanly through his sunglasses and drawn a thin scar across his
temple. But the attack had left the
attacking robot open, and Johnny planted his feet, bringing his sword around in
a wide arch that claimed both opponents� heads.

There
was a clang of metal to his right, and Johnny whirled, expecting to find
another Robo Ky. He did; the robot was
face down in the street, May�s giant steel anchor embedded in its back. May herself was just behind, her eyes bright
and breath heaving.

�Don�t
think for a second,� she huffed, �that I�d leave a crewman behind.�

Johnny
tilted his hat up, a grin stretching his lips.
�Yes, ma�am.�

----

An
hour later, the Jellyfish Pirate Ship was laden with new supplies, and Ky listened to Bridget�s recounting of the town events in
the room they shared. He was stretched
out on his stomach in bed, relaxing comfortably thanks to Dizzy�s treatment
earlier. The news Bridget had to give
him, however, was quickly working to dispel his ease. �So he really is here�the man that Testament
saw.�

�I
think it must be him,� Bridget replied, seated atop his own bunk with bare feet
swinging gently. �He was with the
robots, and his eyes were really dark.�

�And
he mentioned our fight in Genoa,� Ky mused, his
features working into a frown. �I think
you�re right�that must be the man.�

Bridget
perked up suddenly. �Johnny was pretty
impressed, you know. Said those robots
were tough two at a time, let alone the army you took out by yourself. You must be really amazing.�

Ky
smiled thinly, genuinely flattered by Bridget�s praise. �I suppose it must be easier for me to fight
them, as it�s my fighting style they�ve been programmed to imitate. Johnny and I haven�t fought often enough for
him to be familiar with it.� He settled
into the mattress. �I�m glad, though,
that you all were able to escape unharmed.�

�Oh,
it was nothing. Between the three of us,
they didn�t stand a chance.� Bridget
turned to his bunk, blowing out the lamp above him so that the only light in
the room was the light from the city flickering through thick-glassed
portholes. �Where�s Testament? Isn�t he coming to bed?�

�I
wouldn�t know,� Ky admitted, curious himself. He hadn�t seen Testament at all since their
briefing on the bridge that afternoon.
There was no point worrying about it, however, and so he tugged his
sheets over his freshly bandaged shoulders, preparing for sleep. �I�m sure he�ll be back soon. �Goodnight, Bridget.�

��Night
Ky.�

Though
Ky had every intention of sleeping�the next day they
would venture into Rome, and he would have to be fully prepared�his mind would
not allow him to rest so easily. The
knowledge that his assassin was not only nearby, but also aware of his
caretakers, was more than enough to disturb any attempt at slumber. Combined with his earlier concerns over his
order and this incident�s mastermind, he was still very much awake when the door
to their room slowly creaked open. He
didn�t have to open his eyes or hear the man�s voice to know it was Testament;
he could almost sense the Gear�s magic as he slipped into the room and removed
his boots.

�Testament�?�
Bridget�s voice floated down from somewhere above in the dark.

Testament
paused, but after only a short moment Ky could hear
him moving about again, removing clothing.
�Yes, it�s me,� he replied quietly.
�Sorry to wake you.�

�It�s
okay.� Curious, Ky
opened his eyes. He could make out only
faint shapes from the dark: Bridget on his stomach, leaning over the edge of
his bunk, as Testament slipped beneath the covers of his own bed. �Where�ve ya been?�

�Around. Helping
Johnny with supplies.�

�Ah,
okay.�

Silence
followed, and Ky was about to attempt sleep once again
when Testament spoke. �Is�Ky awake?�

Ky
frowned, eyes snapping almost reflexively shut.
He wasn�t sure why he didn�t want them to know he was really awake,
only�it sounded like Testament had something on his mind, and he knew the Gear
wouldn�t speak it if he knew Ky were listening.

�Don�t
think so,� said Bridget. �Is something
up?�

�Not exactly.� Ky
risked opening his eyes a little, catching a glimpse of Testament�s
profile. He looked�quiet, and somehow
old. �When we�re finished in Rome,�
Testament said evenly, �I�m going to leave this ship.�

�What?� Bridget�s tone clearly echoed Ky�s shock. �You�re
leaving�but why?�

Testament
didn�t answer at once, making Bridget shift impatiently above him. �I don�t have any right to be here,� he
explained at last, still staring fixedly at the bunk above him, his voice
calm. �I�m not like the rest of
you. You all have a good life here�a
peaceful life. And I�m not sure that�s
something I can be satisfied with.�

Ky
bit his lip, remaining utterly motionless as he listened to the Gear�s
reasoning. Something like that�couldn�t
be right. Not after everything he had
spoken with Dizzy about earlier�

The
officer�s eyes widened slightly, but he held his voice back as he realized;
Testament must have overheard them. Silently cursing his own carelessness he
tightened his fingers in the sheets, wondering�if there was anything he could
do. If there was something he should
do.

It
was then that he caught Bridget�s eyes on him, and he held his breath, fearful
that he�d be given away; surely Testament wouldn�t be pleased to know he was
being spied on. But the boy only lowered
his gaze, speaking to Testament.
�It�doesn�t have anything to do with Mr. Kiske being with us, does it?�

�Ky?� Testament�s gaze flickered briefly to the
man, confirming to himself that the man was indeed asleep. He did not look particularly peaceful, but he
was still enough. After a thoughtful
moment Testament turned his eyes blindly upward once more. �I don�t think so.�

�Why�s
that?�

�Because�I�m
not sure what to make of him,� Testament admitted. �We�ve had our battles in the past, and now
they�ve ended. No, this has nothing to
do with Ky.�
Even if it was related to what he had overheard from the pair earlier,
he could not say that he was so embittered by the man as to desire escaping
from him.

Above,
Bridget hummed thoughtfully. �Then it
must be Dizzy.�

Testament
frowned, but he could not refute that claim; he sighed, closing his eyes. Normally, he would have never admitted these
things to each other. But Bridget had,
since his arrival here, done everything in his power to make Testament feel
welcomed, and he felt that he at least owed someone an explanation. Maybe it would save him the trouble of
speaking to Dizzy later on.

�Yes.� He shifted in bed, as if the thick covers
were suddenly too uncomfortable for him.
�I�m glad to have seen her again.
But I do not belong here.�
Already he could feel the quiet ache behind his ribs, the sensation of
cold that had chased him through Genoa in the first place. It was somewhat humbling. �Dizzy has a good life here; she�s
happy. And I�am merely a burden to her.�

�I�m
sure she doesn�t think that way,� Bridget was quick to interject, his tone
somewhat more serious than it usually was, which he found somewhat
baffling. �She was really happy to see
you, too.�

�Maybe.� Testament was not nearly so
optimistic, and his fingers curled stiffly against his stomach as he replayed
Dizzy�s words from earlier through his mind.
�She doesn�t want me here,� he concluded at last. �It wouldn�t be right of me to stay. I know what she expects of me, and I simply
cannot do that for her now. I�ll only
distress her more if I remain.�

Bridget
shifted above him. �Testament�.� The
tone of his voice was solemn, and again Testament frowned, having not expected
such a show of sympathy. �But then where
are you gonna go? Back
to that forest place?�

�I�.� It was the one question Testament had not yet
resolved in his own mind, forcing him to pause before responding. In the end, however, he could not come up
with a satisfactory answer to give. �I don�t know,� he confessed. �The forest�it is too quiet there.� He had not even left the ship yet, and
already he knew what would become of him if he were to return to that
place. He could feel it nestled in his
gut like ice, harsh and burning. �It
isn�t a home to me without Dizzy there.
It only feels cold�empty.�

Bridget�s
head appeared over the edge of the bunk abruptly, and Testament glanced up at
him, startled. The boy was smiling
faintly. �You mean,
it�s lonely.�

Testament�s
eyes narrowed. �Lonely�?� he
echoed. He had never thought of it in
such a way.

Bridget�s
head disappeared, only to be replaced by a pair of small feet and spindly
legs. Gradually the boy worked his way
over the edge of the bed, lowering himself until his toes brushed Testament�s
mattress. The Gear could only stare in
bewilderment as Bridget couched down, still gripping his own bunk, until he
finally pitched forward unceremoniously onto his stomach.

Testament
grunted, leaning back as best he could as Bridget shifted and wriggled against
him. �What are you doing?� he
demanded. He was in no mood to put up
with these childish antics, but by the time he thought enough to try and push
Bridget off, it was too late; the boy was settled on top of him, arms tight
around his waist and head pillowed on his chest. �Bridget?�

�You
don�t really wanna go, do you?� Bridget asked, wiggling so that his legs rested
in a comfortable tangle around Testament�s.
�You�ll be lonely. And the best
cure for loneliness is being with someone.
Right?�

Testament
snorted irritably at his reasoning.
�There�s not enough room for you,� he muttered, trying to pry Bridget
away from him. He wasn�t used to this
kind of close contact, and he wasn�t sure what to make of the extra weight
against his chest. �Get off.�

�Nope.� All his prodding only
encouraged Bridget to tighten his arms, keeping him firmly rooted. �Didn�t you contact us in the beginning
because you wanted to see Dizzy? You
must have been lonely then, too.� He
chuckled as he shifted lower, settling himself comfortably under Testament�s
arm. �I�ll keep you company.�

�Bridget�.� Testament sighed; Bridget seemed intent on
staying, and it might not be worth the effort to try and push him away. Instead he settled as best he could with the
addition to his sleeping space. It was
strange, and a little humbling, to feel the gentle press of Bridget�s chest
with every intake of breath, the warmth of another�s skin. It reminded him of the days when he had first
met Dizzy, alone and frightened, the way she had curled next to him in colder
nights. Without really thinking the Gear
reached up, sliding his hand through the long strands of Bridget�s thick
hair. There was a different texture to
it than Dizzy�s�it was tangled and coarse, unlike the perfect locks of a Gear,
and he was distracted for a while by trying to dislodge the worst knots with
his fingers.

It
was warm�pleasant, even, to accept the closeness of another beating life. However, he could still feel the imprint of
ancient instinct against his ribs, the quiet, undulating disgust that had once
been bred into him. He hated humans. It was his nature and his purpose, and none
of Bridget�s innocent gestures would ever be able to erase that from him
completely. But for now he was content,
if not a little confused, as he closed his eyes in preparation of sleep.

�Bridget�you
said�� Testament�s fingers curled
slightly in his hair. �Does this mean
you�re lonely, too?�

Bridget
didn�t respond, and by the deepness of his breath Testament assumed he was no
longer awake. Somewhere nearby Ky, too, shifted in his sleep. Seeing as he had no choice but to follow
their examples the Gear relaxed, gradually letting his concerns slip away
beneath the pressure of a young body against his chest.

�Hey,
watch where you�re flinging that stuff.�

�Cut
it out, you�re gonna make it uneven.�

�How about this? He can wear this!�

�He�s
not wearing that.�

Ky
sighed, doing his best not to fidget as the girls swarmed around him. Having managed to obtain a few hours worth of
sleep the night before he was somewhat rested, until what seemed like half the
crew dragged him, still yawning, from his room to the galley. He�d been fed and bathed, and was now
undergoing any number of ridiculous treatments and procedures, none of which
could be considered very dignified.

�You
should have picked a better color.�

�This color�s fine�hey, watch it!�

�Ah! My skirt!�

�Are
you all right, Ky?�

The
last voice belonged to Dizzy, and he smiled slightly in relief. He wasn�t yet brave enough to open his eyes,
fearful of what he might see and also because they were still a bit itchy. �I�m all right,� he quietly assured. Despite all the madness that seemed to be
whirling about he�d been able to feel her hands against his back, the heat of
her magic helping to ease the sting from his yet healing burns. Which was greatly appreciated, considering
that the pirates seemed determined to tear him apart.

�Hmm�not
bad,� Bridget declared, somewhere in front of him. �I think we went with the right color.�

�Told you so.�

�You
should have gone with the blue.�

Ky
took a deep breath and opened his eyes at last; the girls halted, standing back
with sudden, anxious attention. �Can I
see?� he asked, trying to sit up taller for when he beheld his fate.

�Not yet�first, the clothes.�

With
a sigh Ky allowed himself to be tugged to his
feet. The girls seemed to be everywhere,
helping him strip out of his sleep shirt before setting in with far too much
interest on his pajama bottoms. Yelping
in a very undignified manner Ky managed to shoo them
away long enough to do the job himself, turning discreetly away until a pair of
pants were thrust into his arms. He gulped
when he realized what the material was.
�Is this really necessary?�

�You
want to fit in, don�t you?�

�This
is Rome, after all.�

Sighing
in resignation, Ky stepped into the pants and fastened
them around his hips�they hung lower than he would have liked, and he could
feel something brush against his calves when he moved. As soon as his pants were secured the crew
pounced once more, forcing him to sit as they helped him into the rest of his
clothing. With so many helpers it didn�t
take long, and at last they seemed ready to let him see what terrible things
had been done to him.

Bridget
slipped around behind him, turning his stool so that he could see the
full-length mirror on the far wall. He
had to admit, it was a startling transformation. Not only was he clean, fingernails clipped
and his injuries mostly mended, but his entire appearance had changed. His hair was now a dark brown shade with a
few highlights, stiff from the dye so that it spiked out a bit more than
usual. The contacts Bridget had helped
him put in earlier seemed to make his eyes gleam amber, matching the lighter
shade in his hair. Someone had even
applied some makeup to his face�barely enough to really notice, and yet it
somehow made his face look sharper, the lines of his cheekbones more defined,
as well as around his mouth. His attire
had been equally altered; he was now clad in soft leather pants which rose just
to his naval and widened at the ankle, and a vest of the same material which
barely passed the bottom of his ribs.
Though it carried buttons it was clear there was no way the garment was
large enough to stretch across his chest, and was held closed by only a pair of
silver chains. Both vest and pants were
trimmed in bright yellow. The outfit was
completed with more leather around his wrists, thick boots, and the same silver
cross necklace he always wore.

�Well?�
Bridget chirped. �What do you think?�

�Is
it really me?� Ky
reached out as if to touch his own bizarre reflection, but paused when he
caught sight of his now black, shiny fingernails. He frowned.
�Who did this?�

�Oh,
that was me,� one of the girls to his left said shyly. �Bridget said you�d be in all black, so I
thought it�d look cute.�

Ky
blinked down at his hands, baffled.
�Cute?�

�Don�t
touch them�they�re still wet.�

�Well?� Bridget was all but bouncing excitedly. �Do you like it or not?�

Ky
pushed to his feet, approaching the mirror so he could get a better look at
himself. The leather was tight around
his hips and thighs, and though at first he worried it would restrict his
mobility he found it didn�t hamper him too much. It was actually almost�pleasing, the way the
constriction drew attention to his hips, as if settling his center of gravity
lower on his body. The vest, also, left
his arms free to move easily. A moment
later he realized what it had been touching his legs�from the back of the pants
were a pair of long fabric strips, like coat tails, which shifted whenever he
moved. He twisted a little, watching
them sway back and forth. Everything
seemed to fit his body perfectly, and he was amazed that Bridget had been able
to judge his stature so well. He ran his
hands lightly over the vest and pants, getting the feel of his new
attire�careful not to smudge his drying nails, to his mild annoyance.

�We~ll?� Bridget sang.

�It�s�a
lot, isn�t it?� Ky
frowned thoughtfully as he continued to turn a little, fascinated by his
reflection as if it were no longer him.
�I�ve never worn anything like this.�
He rubbed idly at his stomach. �It�s
strange having so much bare skin.�

�We�ve
got a lot of people to fool,� Bridget pointed out. The girls around him were all wide-eyed and
almost breathless, as if waiting for some greater response from their
charge. �Everyone in Rome knows your face,
but they�ll never suspect it�s you if you look like that.�

�No,
I suppose they wouldn�t.� Ky blushed a little, wondering what his men would think if
they were to see him like this. But
despite his embarrassment there was no denying that he found the entire
transformation amazing, even a little awing.
He�d never considered that a mere change of outfit could make him look
so unrecognizable; it reminded him a little of Testament, and how he had looked
so different when dressed in casual clothing, surrounded by the ship�s
children�.

�I
like it,� Ky admitted at last, turning to face his
benefactors. �It�s embarrassing, but you
all did a wonderful job. I don�t think
anyone could possibly recognize me like this.�

The
girls let out a cheer, and the officer was nearly tumbled as several of them
pounced on him in their excitement. One
of them called for them to watch out for his nails, which coaxed a few to stand
back. Ky
couldn�t help but chuckle at their enthusiasm; Bridget especially looked about
to burst from pride, his hands on his hips and face beaming. �See?� he declared. �I told you I�d pick something good.�

Though
Ky had admitted to being satisfied with their work, he
was nowhere near as pleased when it became time to leave the room. It was easy, with the girls and Bridget, to
pretend his new outfit was only for laughs and enjoyment, but the closer they
came to the ship�s hull the more he realized he was about to traverse this way
through open public. His first obstacle
would be enduring Johnny�s reaction.

As
he had expected, the man burst out laughing at the first sight of him. Ky rolled his eyes,
crossing his arms self-consciously over his chest as he and May nearly doubled
over each other with hysterics. �Yes, I
know,� he muttered, sending Bridget and Dizzy glares when they giggled as
well. �It is not that amusing.�

�Oh,
of course it is!� Johnny declared, giving Ky�s
shoulder a light shove. �You
look�adorable.� And he laughed some
more, making his way down the ship�s steps to the airfield below. May followed with a hand stifling her own snickering.

Ky sighed, but he had no
choice but to follow as well. His mood
sobered quickly the moment his feet touched the dusty landing strip, and he
took in his first in-person view of the city of Rome in several years. The outline of its shattered buildings raised
something of a feeling of dread inside him, and he couldn�t help but shift
anxiously as he joined Johnny and May.
�It�s�been a long time.�

Johnny
cocked an eye. �You all right?�

�Yes.� Ky shook
himself. �I�ll be fine.�

Dizzy
and Bridget came up behind him a moment later, and Ky
turned just in time to see Testament starting down the stairs as well. Ky cringed slightly,
expecting a particularly embarrassing reaction from the Gear. But when Testament�s eyes fell on him they
only widened slightly, his gait pausing as if having not recognized this new
crew addition. A strange expression
twisted his features, mostly one of confusion, before he continued to the earth
and stepped past without word.

Frowning,
Ky watched him go.
Once again he was at a loss as to how to respond to Testament and all
his behavioral vagaries. It seemed that
with every encounter his impression of the Gear changed. Even now he could clearly remember the scene
he�d witnessed the night before, and the brief glance he�d been granted earlier
that morning: Testament reclined easily in bed with Bridget draped over him,
both of them quiet, peaceful, and natural.
To Ky it seemed like an inordinately intimate
gesture considering the brief span of their acquaintance, and yet both of them
regarded each other now with no greater uncertainty or affection than
before. Perhaps he was only
overestimating the significance of the event and the closeness they�d
shared. It had, after all, been quite
some time since Ky shared a bed with anyone,
innocently or otherwise, to the point in which he barely remembered what it
felt like to be so close to another person.
He wondered if it had been as much of a comfort to them as he assumed it
should have been. What it would feel
like, if Bridget had granted him that same courtesy and reassurance.

�Well,
here we are,� Johnny announced, and Ky shook himself,
stepping forward to better hear. His
foolish imagination he banished to the corners of his mind for now. �Dizzy, May, you two will be in charge of the
ship while we�re gone.�

May
started to protest, predictably enough, but Johnny was already a step
ahead. �Those robots know we have Ky,� he reminded her.
�They might come looking for him, and if they do you�ll need to defend
your crew. Right?�

Though
clearly displeased, May nodded, crossing her arms. �Be careful, Johnny,� she told him, with as
much seriousness as Ky had ever seen her display. Johnny reassured her with a smile, and Dizzy
as well, before the two girls turned to return to the ship.

�We�ll
go in two groups,� Johnny said to the remaining trio, adjusting his hat and new
sunglasses. �Since Testament and Bridget
are the only two that might be able to spot our dark-eyed friend should he show
up, they�ll be in different groups. I�ll
go with Bridget, Ky with Testament.� As if anticipating another objection he
added, �You should avoid fighting if you can help it. From what Bridget tells me those robots won�t
attack Testament right away, and they shouldn�t be able to recognize you at
all. The two of you should be safe to
gather lots of information that way.�

Ky
nodded seriously. He and Bridget
wouldn�t have made sense as a team anyway, given that Bridget was the weakest
of them and he himself was still recovering.
Though he wasn�t sure what to expect from his combination with Testament
it was the best option. �Still, I should
have a weapon. In
case.�

�Oh,
right.� Johnny reached behind him,
undoing an extra belt around his waist to offer it�along with a sheathed
sword�to Ky.
�I�m sure you�re prefer Thunderseal, but that
kind of ruins the point of disguising you.�

�I
understand.� Ky
slid the sword out an inch, inspecting the blade. It was a katana, larger than a normal one but
still thinner and shorter than the swords he was used to. It would have to do for now. �I suppose we�ll be meeting back here?� he
asked, securing the belt to his waist.

�Yeah�at
sundown, so give yourself enough time to get back through the city. None of us are staying after dark. In the meantime, if you get in trouble, I
already gave Testament a radio you can contact us with. Everyone set?�

�Yeah!� Bridget piped up, bouncing to Johnny�s side. Ky was startled to
see the massive steel weight settled on the boy�s slender hips�it should have
crushed someone of Bridget�s stature, but he didn�t appear to be hampered at
all. He seemed to be underestimating
many things lately.

�All right.� Ky
stepped forward, taking a deep breath as he set his gaze on the city ahead of
them. �Let�s go.�
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