1:53 – Ready to fight

Much like he had told them, it would be evening again before he managed to come home to them. He had called just about every fifteen minutes to make sure they were safe. Finally though they got the call that he was on his way home.

“DAD!”

He wrapped his arms around both of them, just holding them close as they stood out in the snow. He had felt awful about not coming home earlier, but he had to make sure he was good to go as soon as possible. He had full clearance from his boss, knowing fully well that he was best off going alone to avoid them noticing them coming. Of course they would be close, but not too close.

“How are you two holding up?”
“As good as can be expected… “
“And Ben?”
“About the same..”

“Come on, let’s go innside, you need to pack.”
“Pack?”
“Yes, you and Ben are going to stay with Nagisa and Itsuki.”
“But dad.. why?”
“Because I know where they are, so I can’t be here with you. I need you to be safe.”

He took them innside, before checking on Ben and telling him the same thing.

“Kaya and Uno too?”
“Yes, all of you. Then I know you are safe.”

Letting them pack, he retreated into their bedroom, opening up the closet, and punching a code on the panel in the back, opening up a hidden part of it.

“I had hoped never to use you again.”

“No failing this time.. “

He looked at himself in the mirror. It was odd seeing himself like this, he had become so accustom to his new look by now. It also reminded him off all the times he had failed already.

“One last time.. “
“Dad?”

He spun around only to see his daughter there looking at him.

“I was just going to tell you we are packed…”

She noticed the coat, the gun, but thing that stood out the most was the color off his led.

“Are you okay dad?”

“I’m fine honey.”
“Really? Your led says differently.”
“For what I am about to do, I’m fine.”

“Promise me you will come back.”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s not a promise dad..”
“It is a promise that I’ll try.”

He hugged her tight, before sending them all off with Itsuki who had driven over to pick them up. Watching them drive off, he took one last look at their house, before heading off himself.

Outside Markus and North’s house a little later:

“Too quiet.”

He had been dropped off a bit away, so he could walk up, and scan the area himself. So far there had only been a few guards along his way that he had easily disposed off.

“The code to the door.”
“I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer.”

He had a silencer on his gun, and before the body could even hit the ground, he had stopped the fall and gently put the android down. He knew one person outside had it, and it would save him some time on entry.

“Code.”
“I…”

The sound of metal being crushed slowly was the sound that could be heard.

“133785965”
“Good.”

“That is as far as you go.”
“Really..?”
“Yes, I have been ordered to stop you.”
“I suggest you walk away from this.”
“I will not.”
“As you wish.”

“Wrong choice.”

He walked up to the door, looking innside to see if anyone was there, quickly scanning the rooms. All were empty apart from two rooms and the guards for the basement one. His sensors telling him the ones on the top floor were all children.

“Really…”

He remembered that pamphlet Madison had brought home, advertising adoption off real human children. “The perfect child” as it said. Could it really be?

“He is here..”
“How the hell did he find us?”
“Why don’t you tell me that huh? You kidnapped his WIFE!”
“I guess it’s finally over then.”

If he can get passed your two top people.. I will kill him myself.
“Right, if they can’t you really think you can?”
Fuck you Luca, this is all your fault.
“No, actually it’s your’s..”

She raised the gun and put it to his head, wanting to see fear in his eyes. But all she got was a blank look from the man standing there and a snicker from one of the tubes.

“D-day Bitch.”

“Showtime.”

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