The quietness did not sit well with Heinrich, so he decided to go to the cafeteria. The other cafeteria. The one belonging to the prisoners. They didn't mind his presence, in fact it was actually a common occurrence. They just prayed that Kael didn't show up. Or that Kaien showed up, as sometimes he had a free snack or two on him
The meal still tasted gross in his mouth, even though it was the best. He swallowed hard, drinking water to make sure he did not throw up. He looked around silently, his mind blurring out everything around him.
A prisoner excused the ones that were already sitting around him, sitting right in front of him. He didn't take notice of him until he spoke.
"Remember me Heinrich."
Heinrich slowly raised his head, acknowledging the man.
"Oh. Kilo."
"Yes, Kilo. You're old friend."
"Last I heard of you, you were making loads of cash selling some angel dust or something."
"Coke."
"Yeah. That."
"Last I heard, you were in one piece." Kilo said, pointing at his missing arm with a spoon."
"Left it behind."
"I can see that. The boss is still looking for you. If you think staying here forever will protect you, you better think of another way. From the news, the world's becoming a different place."
Heinrich smiled, for the first time in a month. "Sure. Let him come. He's already done his worst. Removing a few nails. Waterboarding. Hammer."
"Crowbar."
"That too. And besides, with the shit that I've seen here, there's nothing that he'll do that can scare me. I'm a changed man."
"Or depressed."
Heinrich stared down at the plate in front of him for a while. "Yeah…that too."
Agatha watched the helicopter descend down into the Tartarus, watched as the prisoners were being off loaded and escorted by Jhin to their cells. Off late, more and more of them had been coming here. Most of them were criminals of war, mercenaries, generals who'd betrayed the Shield and most especially, licht users. She understood that Tartarus was the best prison, but still, anything could happen on the way here. The doors however, were not closing. Odd. They always closed shut after the a few minutes, maybe a flaw.
She whisked out her phone, going through her messages, Nothing new. Interesting. No annoying messages from Sharon or book recommendations from Ernst.
Agatha suddenly looked up. A fierce licht energy sprouted out of nowhere. Was it her imagination? Agatha walked up the metal stairs, slowly and cautiously. This licht energy felt powerful, trained and dominant. But it was also nostalgic. Too nostalgic. She tried to pinpoint where exactly it was coming from but the cold wind blowing above made it hard.
Instantly, she tore of a metal plate off the wall and blocked against an attack. She threw the plat at another figure from the west, but the assailant produced a black wall, the plate embedding itself in the wall of black.
The assailant from the west was a woman, wearing a white winter jacket with black underneath. She had cyan blue hair and long eyelashes.
"Damn girl," She said, "Did you just rip it off?'
"You trespassing on Vlazerncroft and Inquisition property. If I were you, I would be sorry."
"Ever the stickler to the rules. Trying to act all tough and bold." The male voice behind her said. She turned to face him and frowned. Baiting statements like that barely worried her, but it did today. The way he said it. Odd. Agatha tapped on the red x on her shoulder. A 2v1 was not something she herself could handle, especially if one was a hollow user.
"Still haven't achieved Perfect state, huh? How many times is this now."
"How do you know that? And what business is it to you."
"Really?" Th e woman said "I thought you said she'd be surprised."
"She's a bit slow, this one." He said, "But she will always get it."
What were they talking about. Her surprised? What was thereto be surprised about? Them belonging to the House of Raganarok? They're abilities? Who they…Hold on…
Agatha thought of the attack that she had block. The way it was, the curvature of it, like a crescent moon. But that wasn't right. He was supposed to be around. Or alive.
The man smiled as he drew closer. The more he approached her, the more she realized that it was really him. Twelve years since she last saw him. Twelve years since he died to a sin.
Her Prime. Prime Desmond Scheibe.
"Impossible. How."
Desmond smiled. "Told ya Hikone."