#silver scribbles

His hand twitched at the side of his bed, looking for something to hold.

@agent--shadow

Damien was in the bed next to Kai's. That's why Oriae was there.

At least, that's what she told herself.

But when Kai's hand twitched, she threw out any attempts to delude herself and held his hand tightly. She knew, deluded or not, that Kai was her friend. Maybe her ONLY friend. And if she had been a little quicker then maybe...

No. No time for that.

She thinks back to the blueprints she made for a death ray.

That guy. What did Damien call him... Twinkie?

Maybe he deserved a lazer to the face. As a treat.

A million miles between them

But they'll fly through the trees

On wings and trapeze

And meet in the middle once again

~Nix and Oriae, Reconciliation~

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Phoenix sighed. Who was he kidding? He was entirely out of options without borrowing power he doesn't have the energy to spare for.

The part of himself he chose to ignore was screaming at him to stop telling himself he didn't deserve the power, anyway.

…31 rivets. 32. 33. 34.

He would've kept going, when he got an idea.

The rivets.

He just needed to see if any nearby were loose enough for TK to pull on- if he could break open the door, he'd have somewhat of an escape plan.

Hope floods his veins as he gets back up, now studying the rivets in a different way.

Secure… secure… secure… loose.

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Reginald nearly jumped when the fax machine went off. Roxanna had pulled through, just as she said. He picked up the paper detailing the layout of the Zoraxis base, margins littered with notes and annotations, and one spot circled over and over with the word “here” in all caps. If that's where his agent is, then he's wasting no time dawdling. He opens a drawer and pockets a handgun he hasn't used in years, but always kept loaded just in case, alongside a lighter to make Phoenix feel better the instant he saved him. He puts in a notice for a day's worth of paid leave, and he's out the door before anyone can say a word. He takes his own car, an old dark green *Jalopy that he's taken great care of over the years, to the base and parks it out of view in some brush.

“The rust spots practically act as camouflage!" He remembers his Agent signing to him once. At that time, he had reacted with an indignant scoff, but now?

…

Nope. Still indignant. The rust gives it *charm*, thank you very much.

Now let's hope HIS charm got him to Phoenix in time.